The Cape Cod Rail Trail follows a former railroad right-of-way (it was operational and transported passengers and freight to Cape Cod in the early 1800s until around 1960) for 25 miles through the towns of Dennis, Harwich, Brewster, Orleans, Eastham and Wellfleet.
It’s a paved path, well maintained with very few hills. It’s a great way to see the (non-beach) scenery of the mid-Cape.
It’s also a good way to work off that lobster roll and get a little exercise while you are on vacation.
Here are my tips for 5 effective ways to get in a quality training session using the Cape Cod Rail Trail.
We’ve crossed the Rubicon, people. Up until now, despite occasional adventures with the Tanner family, the girls’ television habits have been all animation, all the time. But thanks to Netflix algorithms, they’ve recently discovered live action Disney shows and I am now living with little clones of Liv, Maddie and Jessie. One of Dante’s circles should have been reserved for pre-adolescent plot lines and kid show theme songs. I’ve been earning those boat drinks.
I might have to put up with mediocre pizza (at best) and a lot of homogenous chain restaurants out in the suburbs, but one thing I’ll never complain about is the amount of farms and preserved land. The fact that we have 200 acres of trails and woodlands at the end of our street is almost priceless.
There are also numerous working farms nearby. We have been happy customers and CSA members of nearby Tangerini’s for years and have happily watched it grow and prosper. Jane and Paul’s Farm is actually the closest farm to us and just about within walking distance, but it can often get overlooked in the shadow of some of the larger neighboring farms. It shouldn’t be. At least not for it’s blueberries.
We were back on the Cape again, but this time for a whole week. Typically, we go down for the weekend or a long weekend and mostly stay around Brewster and the condo. Pool. Beach. Boat drinks. It’s a good weekend.
With the big California trip last year, we were laying low this summer. No big trip. No 6 foot furry animals. We would spend a week on the Cape and do all the touristy things we shun during our usual weekend trips. Michelle even had a list. But first, we had friends down for the initial weekend. Boat drinks would definitely be on the agenda.
Warm weather, vacation, beaches, Cape trips all meant that I was on a fiction trip these past two months. I did keep plugging away at my non-fiction goal for the year with one non-fiction book (and it was a big one!), but it was mostly genre fiction along with a great new pizza cookbook that I added to my collection.
We are in between Cape weekends and, by design, had very little on the agenda. It was a recovery weekend. And a laundry weekend. And a food shopping weekend. And a lawn mowing weekend.
It was low key Saturday to reset and chop down the to-do list that had been growing like kudzu while we had been sipping boat drinks in the sand. Not a terribly exciting weekend, but some days you just need to TCB like the King would have….
I had a plan. What I thought was a pretty good plan. As I worked my way through my marathon plan for Chicago in the fall, I’d also work my way through Shalane Flanagan and Elyse Kopecky’s Run Fast. Eat Slow. cookbook for athletes. I would see how their philosophy and recipes held up for the everyday marathoner, not just the elites.
I went to Whole Foods. Stocked up. Made the first recipe. And promptly got injured. I don’t blame the cook book.