I have no idea what’s going on with our renovation and quite frankly I don’t care. You see when I need an outlet I run. I don’t necessarily run fast or great but I do run. It’s my therapy, addiction, happy place and it’s what I do. I love that I can do it in rain, snow, the hottest heat wave (although that’s terrible), or on a perfectly normal weather day. So for my third consecutive year I ran Falmouth road race and when construction started and Raj knew it was a little noisy and unpleasant – I jumped at his suggestion to find and rent a house for the week. The house is perfect ( ignore that there happens to be construction conveniently within arms reach on the house next door but who cares) it was on mile 6 of the race, the kids got to sit in the front yard and watch me pant by and since Thursday we’ve been to the beach every day. We are in our glory. Work is insanely busy so that’s been the only stress I have but beyond that I could get used to beach living. Nothing beats the girls building sand castles and shrieking in the ocean. They sing and dance and laugh and play. It feels like a dream. I’m completely ignoring reality and pouring myself into this week.