The process of moving has taken up basically all of my brain power for the past two weeks. I’m exhausted. I have run once since my Shamrock 8k. If you know me, you know that’s weird.
The rest of my time is split between taking care of my ebullient and precocious little girl, writing training plans and following up with my coaching clients, and growing my new skin care business. I haven’t been reading as much as I would like (or writing as much either). But I can’t seem to change the number of hours I get in each day, so there are some things that maybe aren’t as much of a priority right now. Such as showering.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to move “back home” and if it has really been what I originally thought it would be like. In reality, I think it has turned out a lot better. Things that used to bother me don’t bother me any more- like having to drive 10-15 minutes to get everywhere, the winter weather, and whatever else angsty teenagers complain about. Yes, I was one of those kids who would slam their door and blast music on a regular basis (but I was a good kid, really, just way too emotional). Hey, the music in the 90’s was pretty good too, you can’t blame me for wanting to listen to that instead of my parents.
So… moving forward. I can’t hardly believe it myself but our little girl will be here in about 10 weeks! I have a few 5k races planned this spring in addition to spectating at the Boston Marathon next weekend. I find it hard to believe that it’s been a year since I actually ran Boston with my sister, and two years since the bombings. I’ve never actually spectated at Boston so I’m looking forward to catching a glimpse of a few of my favorite runners- Shalane, Kris, Jennifer C (before you move abroad!), and Steph (my sister)of course.
And right on cue, Emma is up! Catch you all soon.