Mom returns home and I rolling pin myself

My mom left yesterday to go back to Montana. She jets in twice a year for Christmas and summer time. She lives just outside of Glacier Park and if you're concocting a mental image in your head of a place that's spectacular and beautiful in every single way then you're right in doing so. Each time I visit her we head over to the park and as we round the bend of the HWY that heads to the entrance you curve around a line of forest trees and are welcomed by a view that leaves you wondering how on earth you could ever begin to describe such a sight..to anyone.

I'll miss her being around.

Did I mention she did ALL my laundry for an entire week? The grown up version of being spoiled.



Lake McDonald, the first stop on the Glacier Park tour.


I took yesterday off from running and I'm taking off today and tomorrow. After the 9 miler, the HILLY 9 miler I did on Wednesday, I'm ready for a break before the 10 I'll be racing on Sunday. I won't lie, I'm actually kinda sore and haven't been this bad since the tail end of my marathon training. Typical for me. A sore muscle just waiting to happen. I'm beginning to believe that whoever came up with the "Run Less, Run Faster" concept had me in mind.



Anyway, I've been foam rolling but it just isn't giving me any relief. I examined the pink cylinder from all angles, studied it like a plant that you're trying to salvage from death. The foam roller. It's dented in and caving on all sides. I realized that there was little to do but head to the kitchen and get out the actual rolling pin. In fact I rolled through two overtimes of the Florida - Rutgers game. Rolled the hamstrings, the calves, both IT Bands. By the time I headed for bed I felt like I had a much better set of legs under me. Tough love says the rolling pin.