Memiles--Congratulations! You must be so excited about your acceptance. I'm so happy for you!
1jooj--I love reading about your farm; I'd love to be able to do much more from scratch, but can't see myself being able to have farm animals. Just the thought of you being able to produce your own milk and yogurt and such is an inspiration. I'm glad I have a farm stand nearby to get at least some fresh and local stuff.
mommajb--Hooray for "fabulous"! We could've told everyone that about you!
zubeldia--I'm sorry about your homesickness. I can't imagine making a life in a new country. It would be really hard not to think how things would be more perfect in your homeland, especially when you are in the midst of a difficult year.
Nemesis--I've eaten so much junk, too. DH got home and I started to doze on the couch; I just don't have the energy for the evening after eating so many peanut M&Ms and jellybeans. Ugh. As DH was reaching into the kids' Easter basket he was saying "I can't wait until all of this candy is out of the house." If we both feel that way, WHY can't we stop eating it?
tjsmama--Sounds like an awesome trail run! I don't think my knees could handle the kind of downhill it sounds like your trail had, but I'd love to run on some of the flatter trails near here. Oh, and thanks for the advice on the body glide a few days ago. I'll have to pick some up to keep the chafing at bay. Or, ideally, keep waking up early enough that it's cool enough to keep wearing my long tights.
Actually, on Christmas Eve my father-in-law stayed at our house. He knew in advance he was going to stay here; it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing. He didn't bring anything. No pajamas, toothbrush, anything. He slept on the couch and I don't think he even used the blanket I laid out for him. He declined a shower in the morning and wouldn't even accept a toothbrush (new, still in the box) when I offered him one. He didn't eat breakfast, which I expected. I did manage to serve him some coffee, so at least that was one success. I felt a bit deflated, like I had planned on being a good hostess and making him comfortable, but he purposely was uncomfortable, sleeping in his clothes and skipping all morning personal grooming. He's kind of oblivious to my attempts at hospitality, though, so at least I didn't spend the day sobbing that he hates me or anything.
OvenSeeksBun--I'll go along with the advice to go to a running store. I went to one a few weeks ago and the guy there watched me walk a little bit, then brought out half a dozen pair of shoes that had the right support for my particular issues. I liked the Nikes the best and am still loving them! In the past I've been happy with Asics, other Nikes, and New Balance.
Wow, I have a lot to say.
I didn't think this morning, just ran. I increased my distance a tiny bit, up to 3.7 miles. I almost talked myself into finding a way to get those last three-tenths of a mile, but then decided it wasn't worth it and I'd rather just go home. Knees felt decent but all across my shoulders hurts. Um, craziest running injury?
I ran 7 miles on Saturday, which is a lot for me. I think that maybe I spent too much of that run with my arms tensed. Drop the hands! Drop the hands! They kept wanting to creep up and pump up by my chest. So I think my shoulders got more of a workout than I intended. Ugh. Someone needs to give me a back massage. But then someone will think asking for a back massage is a come-on.
Maybe I'll just go to bed early tonight instead. And STOP. Eating. Candy.