My name is Pam and I have not run in 14 days.
Before that, 9 days.
I saw the PT yesterday and he thought I should wait another week. No biking, no running. (Which meant I had to cancel my biking date with Bob. Sorry, Bob.) I agreed with the wise PT because I really and truly want to heal this darn ankle and get on with my life. The upside: I can swim and do weights. So I am at the pool every morning at 5 and in the weight room right afterwards. This is enough. I can live like this for a couple more weeks.
But man am I itching to get outside and run. The weather this week is stellar. 70's, no humidity, bright sunshine. Custom late summer weather. Brian is out there running right now. As we speak! And I am missing it.
But there are bright spots. Yes indeed. The house (if you ignore the piles of stuff on every surface) is clean. The bathrooms do not smell like pee! This is huge, because we have 2 small boys with iffy aim. I am caught up on laundry. I am not exhuasted all the time from all that aimless running, so I bring the laundry up from the basement right away rather than letting it languish for weeks in piles next to the dryer. Progress, people! Progress.
I have started reading a huge, studious biography. I sat down the other evening and thought to myself: Who would I most like to get to know better? And the answer was....
Benjamin Franklin! So I am reading Benjamin Franklin: An American Life by Walter Isaacson. I'm taking bets on whether I finish it by Christmas.
Homeschooling got started this week and it's going very well. A little math, a little writing, a fun geography game and the rest of the day is free living and learning for all. Hooray! I love homeschooling. This is our second year and it feels solid. I no longer feel like a pretender. We are an unschooling family. And that's the way it's going to be.
Nell had her first outdoor, full regalia horse show last weekend. She loved it.
With the exception of a slice of pizza with Canadian bacon, I am still vegetarian. I have not had a serious meat craving in a month. Weird.
Speaking of which.....it's time to get dinner started. What, what, WHAT shall it be??