Falling in love again

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.