I feel like a kindergartener. [And is there any better way to feel, all enthusiasm and joy and anticipation?] My workout calendar has three stars on it already – gold for weight-training, red for walking and blue for … ta-dah … running!
I seriously didn't think I'd run again until Saturday or Sunday, but I started out at a fast walk yesterday up the first hill on my road and just couldn't help myself at the crest. I ran almost the entire remainder of the four-mile route. My son-in-law has already started running again; perhaps I don't want him to outdo me. Heh. But it doesn't seem to have hurt me physically, and it certainly helps mentally. I can almost feel those little endorphins running around my system.
I crossed off each of yesterday's three meals on my menu calendar and the only extras I ate were two Healthy Choice Fudge Bars – those things are da bomb when you want some chocolate. They seriously don't taste healthy at all.
Mr. Shrinking Knitter has requested spinach lasagna for dinner, so I'll throw that together this morning and then probably head to a Major Shopping Vicinity about an hour away from here to pick up a part for the lawnmower. This part was replaced last year around July 4; hard to believe it would fail so soon. Part of the yard has been mowed; the remainder looks like a hayfield.
And the water pump is once again delivering "fizzy" water, so I need to call the guy who installed it just a week ago to see what's up with that.
I think I want to move to a condo.