Oh hello. Taking a quick computer break in Italy to post this. This is not a turn of phrase or exaggeration but I think I gained 10 lbs from the carb and cheese-only diet I’ve developed this week. It’s important to follow your heart and my heart wants to eat the entire bread basket.
Here is what went down last week, mostly in the USA:
Hello from southern Italy. I’m spending the week in Puglia with Matt and his family.
Sunday afternoon, we were having a late lunch in the center of Ostuni, a beautiful town inhabited since the Stone Age and known for it’s old white buildings and skinny winding side streets. The historic center, where we were eating, is a fort-like and on top of a hill.
Across the piazza, we saw what looked like a race finish line. So, of course we inquired about it. Matt’s mom speaks fluent Italian, which comes in handy. We found out Ostuni, a town of about 30,000 inhabitants was having a 5K at 8pm tonight. The race leaders were expecting about 200 participants, and now they had 4 more. Matt, Dana (Matt’s sister), Gail (Matt’s mom) and I signed up. Robert, Matt’s dad was cheer captain and dutiful bag holder.
Months ago my sister asked if I’d like to run the Color Run at Citifield with her and Kerri, our friend/neighbor from growing up. My sister isn’t obsessed with running like I am, so I immediately said yes at the opportunity to participate in a race with her.
“Finishing that 5K was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I ate more fettuccini alfredo and drank less water than I have in my entire life. People always talk about triumphs of the human spirit. Well, today, I had a triumph of the human body. That’s why everybody was applauding for me at the end, my guts and my heart. And while I eventually puked my guts out, I never puked my heart out. I’m very, very proud of that.”
– Michael Scott