There’s Chex mix in the oven. Not from a package, and not from the microwave. Real, original-recipe, homemade Chex mix, toasted with melted butter and Worcestershire sauce, filling the house with the smell of autumn.
A step outside is a harsh reminder that autumn may not exist in Matamoros, with the sun beating its rays to the tune of 95 degrees. Still, I made the Chex mix… if nothing else than to fool myself into thinking that between that and the bowl of candy corn on our kitchen counter, I can create October in our house.
I haven’t written in a while, not for lack of topics or interesting happenings, but because my motivation- both for writing and for running- has waned. I’d be surprised if my runs over the past month have collectively totaled more than a marathon. An exaggeration, perhaps, but not by much. Since our marathon in Mexico City, I have managed to crank out a smattering of two- and three- miles runs a few times a week, with an occasional four miler here and there. My rut has left me feeling lethargic and out of shape. With the passing of each sweltering day, I seem unable to get out of it. I scan the photos and updates of my friends with admitted envy, seeing them surrounded by the color of changing leaves and coming back from their morning runs with their long sleeves still on. I wonder if the weather here will ever break.
We had a brief respite about two weeks ago. We opened our front door on a Sunday morning, preparing ourselves for the usual humid oven, but instead got a cool, gentle breeze with no humidity. It was unexpected, an 80-degree “cold front” that passed through for about two days, yet we took full advantage of it. We brought Frieda to Boca Chica Beach, an undeveloped strip of land that juts out into the Gulf of Mexico just south of South Padre Island. It was an easy, thirty-mile drive down Boca Chica Boulevard, one of Brownsville’s major thoroughfares, all the way to the end, until the boulevard dead-ends right into the waves. We went for a walk, let Frieda off the leash, and watched her enjoy her freedom, chasing seagulls into the water and rushing back out as the tide came in.
It sounds like we may have another such “cold front” coming in this weekend, which we again plan to enjoy. Perhaps some cooler air will give me the push I need to break the three-mile barrier. Getting my mojo back, as I call it. Both in running and writing. Meanwhile, I should probably go take the Chex Mix out of the oven.
Thank you for reading!