It’s been unusually cool here since I returned from Wisconsin. This has resulted in two things: the campfire smell in my house is diminishing and I’m in love with running again.
Know what love means? It means I want to do crazy things like run fast and run hills and run lots of miles. I want to sign up for every.single.race. I want new shoes and new skirts and new socks.
Luckily, I’m not completely insane.
I’m taking it easy and building slowly. I did 4.2 miles yesterday at a pretty decent pace and didn’t think I was going to die! Yes! Time to figure out my training plan. (Did any of us really believe I wouldn’t jump back in the saddle at some point?)
Some other randomness from my life:
- Saturday night we were given tickets to the Brew Ha Ha at Old Ebbitt Grill. We tried a beer at every brewery, but I’m sure no one is surprised that I spent most of my time drinking Orange Whip from Mad Fox. Or that I couldn’t resist Instagram or Facebook. Or the opportunity to take goofy pics with my husband.
- Later today, I’m meeting with a salesman to buy a car. I’ve drawn my line in the sand. We’ll see if I come home with a new car or the cleanest 11 year old Honda Civic ever. (Seriously, I haven’t cleaned it up like this since I drove it off the lot. I even climbed in the trunk to clean.)
- I’m starting to plan some half marathons for the fall. I made the discovery that Richmond Half is the same weekend as one in Crozet, Virginia. Can you say back to back halves? I knew you could. I might just pull off 13 this year after all.
- I’ve actually gotten used to the hole in my ceiling. I sometimes forget it’s there.
Know what else comes with more running? Less anxiety and more happy. I really need to do a better job of remembering that.