Monday - Running today would be a two day in a row run for me. I didn't bring my spin shoes and had stupid meetings at the spin class time (I think) so I went out for a run in the neighborhood south of campus, it has wee tiny hills and close enough that I'm not more than 1/2 mile away in case I was so miserable I was done done done. I got in 3 miles and was happy with that.
Gus got out for a short walk where clearly we did not go where he wanted to go and then I dropped a glove and we had to backtrack. His expressions and demeanor represented his disappointment in the entire walk. I do love curmudgeons, so it's hard not find his grouching completely adorable.
|This was a different day, but he was very happy to dig through the recycling and he found something to nosh.|
|Jax - he looks so sweet and innocent?|
Don't let the asymmetrical face and tongue too big for his mouth fool you.
Took both the boys out for a walk, this is a miserable exercise, why do I do this?
|Watchaug Pond at Burlingame|
|He's too freaking cute.|
Friday - I felt like crap, I took a nap, I felt better, end of story.
|Some of Runners Love Their Beer|
|When we run the same race, Leslie is the first woman I am the last!|
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Photo by Paul Gray
Feet: 21.8 (totally NOT meeting 2,016-mile goal this year, I'm 66 miles behind, no way to make THAT up - oh well)
Saddle: 0 (off week a the gym, no spin, and well otherwise it is dark or I was crabby)
Success in finding homes for sweaters!
Nearly finished a rose-colored sweater. Happy to make some progress, it is TV and Knitting season for the evenings.
I finished "A Man Called Ove" by Fredrik Backman I love, love, loved this book. Ove is a curmudgeon, but is he really? He has a huge heart it just takes a while to find it and a clear understanding of what it means to be Ove's friend. I listened to this and the narrator did such a great job, possibly making me love this book and Ove even more.
I started "The Girl From The Train" by Irma Joubert, a book about a child escaping a train (which was blown up) headed for Auschwitz.
All in all, not a bad or great week, it was a week.
Beth, happy to eat again, that was a long freaking 36 hours.