I got so very little done this weekend and it’s sad. It’s already 5:30 am and church girl is coming over for dinner tonight after my son’s dance class. That means that I have to sweep, mop, vacuum, and clean the bathrooms upstairs. I’m not in the mind to care much, which is sad, but I will do it. I couldn’t run much yesterday and my feet are really sore. I think that my body is kind of against this half marathon, but I will do it. I’m just old. My 26-year-old workout partner has a shin splint and says little about it, so I can deal with my bum leg and creaking feet. It is not going to be easy, but I will finish it. Then I plan on running only 1 – 2x a week, because it is really hard on knees and other joints. Glad that I learned how though before I turned 39 🙂
I have to work on my dissertation today. It’s down to the wire with data collection. I also need to remake my night client schedule. This stuff kills the day job, but my intern can hold up the ship today. I’ll let her know soon and leave her a HeyTell.
We have had so much stress at work. It’s unreal. I will get through this week, and am glad to have taken up running, let me tell you.
We are going to get a large snowstorm. I guess that my prayers for more moisture are working. Haha. The birds are talking about it. I guess that “Snow White,” is not all that fictional. They are sounding pretty riled up already. I need to cover up the hole our dog dug when she was still a nut puppy, and also spread the rest of the wildflower seeds so they can cold stratify and come up at the end of May. My backyard is another thing. Getting grass to grow in sand during a drought is a real treat.
My son’s best friend’s Mom just texted… She is taking my son for three-hours on Saturday so I can make all the copies of my taxes to send. I owe so much to this state. It’s ridiculous. She is a great friend.
The dog keeps shifting her weight all over my sore and fragile feet. Nothing like her joints shifting all over the tops of my runner’s feet. Lovely. She keeps sighing too. I think that she knows that today is a workday and will get bored with her puzzle and PB-stuffed, frozen Kong waiting for the dog walker to come. It’s going to be so nice to only be about 30 – 35 hours away from the house instead of a minimum of 55. I just have to get through the next 7-weeks. You can do anything for seven-weeks, and maybe I can start meeting some nice girls too.