Hi Dingos! I am so jealous of all the run reports! It sounds like FUN! And I get my burst of energy on day 1 of AF (yesterday), so I am hurting for a run. I started just winding down on runs, and then I had a weekend of painting upstairs, so I pretty much ended up not running at all for days and days. Really want to now, but I think I will just do core stuff this AM and pack running clothes in the hope I get out of the office early enough to do a run/walk before getting the kids. It's hot, so I can take the running pressure off and just focus on forward motion. The hip stuff still hurts, but I have been wearing flat shoes when possible (wish I could wear Birks to work) and I'm stretching and using ibuprofen. It will get better. I am trying to focus on not overeating in the meantime, knowing that if I can control my weight while not running, I'll pick up again on losing when I can run again.
Whoever said the bonk may have been weight loss-related I think was on to something. When I am seriously losing weight (at a whopping rate of 1 pound a week
), I get faint a lot. Like, picking vegetables in the garden, hanging laundry, etc. And if I run 6+ without being very careful about both fuel and hydration/electrolytes, my day is toast. It can be a very fine line.
Meeting Reb for lunch tomorrow, so I am pretty excited about that. Also, dh finally admitted that he has not figured out anything logistically for his trip. I have to take next Tues off to drive him to O'Hare. Which means I need to find childcare. Hoping my dad can pick the kids up after work, or my mom can just spend the day with them.
We harvested honey from the hive last week.
: Deee-licious. We also...um...harvested...our two steers while I was away at a friend's wedding. *sniff* I miss their gorgeous faces and they truly were the friendliest, sweetest (naughtiest) guys. And now we have a freezer full of grass-fed beef. It is very different from the corn-fed stuff. A totally different experience. We like it. Intense.
Oh, and the painting. You guys, I know I am totally worn and strung out by all the work we're doing on house and farm (Plady, you feel me?), but I have to tell you, I was painting our new bedroom upstairs and I just had this incredible feeling of hope and accomplishment, and I realized that when we do have the upstairs bedrooms done, and then once the bath up there is put in, this place really will be like living in a b&b. I love the colors I chose, and I love looking out to the barn, and the yard full of chickens. All of it. I belong here. I can see that I am building something I really want, too. I am going to have my own office/studio/workout space, and it won't be long before I will be able to choose whether I really want to work FT out of the house. Pieces are beginning to fit together. If I can just hang in there. It will be beautiful, and home to a Dingo meetup.