I live in a kids' playroom. Shopping in stores (other than groceries) is pretty impossible, so we get our goods via Amazon, and from these orders was borne a great box fort. Each new shipment yields a new addition. It's pretty awesome. Except it sets off my Clutter Alarm, and there really isn't a "place" for a three-room box fort other than the middle of our busiest room. So, there it will stay. Until Bug discovers she can climb on it.
While on maternity leave, I have been a frequent fixture at the library. I have read a lot of great books, especially in the first weeks when Bee slept 95% of the time and I was too sore to do much other than sit. The reading dwindles as she falls into a more distinct sleep/awake schedule and is more alert. I was reading:
It's a really great read, by the way. I totally recommend it. Anyway, I was into the first quarter of this book when I got an email from the library that this book:

was due in 5 days. I checked these both out at the same time, except they only gave me a week for The Paris Wife. So, I've abandoned Mr. Bourdain for the moment and am now loving The Paris Wife. Five days are up, the book is due today, and I am nowhere near giving it up. And I can't renew it because it's a new book. So, slap the fines on me, Library. I ain't rushing this one. (Seriously though, this book makes me want to go and read everything that Hemingway ever wrote).
Personal Training got cancelled on Monday due to Erica having a stomach bug. To make up for it, I ran a 5k in 36 min. Yesterday, Mom came over and I ran a quick 2 miles. I really didn't feel like running. I knew that Casey of 5 months ago would have seriously clocked me in the jaw for not running, so I ran. It's not like I was sore or anything, just a feeling like, "Ooooh, I don't really want to get all sweaty..." Boy, am I glad I ran. Not only was it a good hill workout, but the weather was fantastic. I didn't even leave my little neighborhood and was only 5 minutes from my house no matter where I was in case Little Bee had an unsolvable meltdown (she didn't--my mom is that good at Babies). Beyond all that good stuff, the weather is getting ridiculous. It's going to be 91 today and then progressively hotter til Sunday when it will rain and then (cue the trumpets) on my birthday and beyond, the high will be in the 70s. Yeah. Amazing weather is on the way.
Amped up on good running vibes, I have been looking up races for the spring. I have discovered that it is all about the medal. I don't care if you give me another tech shirt to put in my closet next to all of the other free ill-fitting tech shirts I have gotten from races--if I don't have a medal it's basically like I didn't run a race. So, when a very local race advertises "unique finisher's prizes", I'm skeptical. I even wrote the race director to ask what previous years' "unique finisher's prizes" were and have not received a response. Medals, people. I want MEDALS. I even wish you could get a few medals to give to the people that helped you get there. I would need one for each of my parents, mother- and father-in-law, and Oliver for making it so I can even get out the door to run and one for the girls because they are part of the reason why I run. Beyond losing pregnancy weight, I want them to SEE me running and having fun so they have in their heads that being healthy doesn't have to be a chore. So. I guess I need a fistful of medals for a race to be "worthy" of running.
PS the formatting of this post is bizarre and I have no idea how to fix it! sorry! :)









