- I run early in the mornings in my neighborhood and a neighborhood across the street. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen other runners running on the same side of the street as me in a different direction. Do people not know that you are supposed to run facing traffic? I mean, there’s not a lot of traffic in the suburbs at 6AM but still. You run facing traffic because then you are not dependent on a driver seeing you to avoid an accident. You can see the driver coming towards you and react accordingly. This just makes good sense to me. Bikers are supposed to ride with the flow of traffic but runners are not.
- I must admit I should technically be running on the sidewalk, but concrete is a harder surface than asphalt so I run in the street. I still run on the correct side of the street though!
- This is the 4th week of half-marathon training and so far so good. My tempo runs are hard but they are getting a little easier now that I’ve taken to the streets instead of the treadmill. I’m up to a 9 mile long run this weekend and I have no fears about making the distance. It’s been a few years since I ran super long distances in my marathon training, but my body feels like it still has a little endurance muscle memory or something. After running 26 miles, a 10-12 mile long run doesn’t scare me at all.
- I took a day trip to NYC with DiscoDiva to see “In The Heights” on Broadway. It was a total whirlwhind! We flew out that morning, attended the 2PM matinee, grabbed slices of authentic NYC pizza (delicious) and cupcakes from the famous Magnolia Bakery (thumbs down), and caught at 6:30PM flight back to ATL. I had a great time and the play was excellent even though Jordin Sparks was a no-show for her role. I spent Monday in a fog of exhaustion though.
- I missed my baby boy so much when I was gone! I saw him Sunday morning before I left, but when I came home he was sleeping. I thought about his little face and kissing his fat cheeks all day at work. He must have missed me too because he toddled over to me as soon as I walked into the door.
- I made some squash casserole last night that was so freaking good. I looked at a few recipes and took ideas from all of them. I freestyled a whole lot so if I make it again it won’t taste as good. That is unfortunate. I’m so proud of myself for producing something that tasted really good without a recipe and precise measurements! I almost never do that.
- I’m officially in love with brussels sprouts. A bag of frozen sprouts, bacon bits, olive oil, salt and pepper roasted for 45 minutes in the oven at 375 = delicious!
- 11 days until Lewis’ birthday party. I will be so glad when I’m done with this because you know all the planning has fallen on me! The Mister says I’m “doing too much” but he would be the first one to say something if this turned out to be super cheesy and poorly planned. He has no idea what goes into this sort of thing so I just ignore him.
Babs and DiscoDiva have offered to help, but I don’t know what to tell them to do to help me!















