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yesterday patting myself on the back for my accomplishments. Heh. Here's what I did:
- Ran four miles.
- Watered all the plants.
- Mowed the lawn.
- Purged my closet.
- Purged my dresser.
- Unpacked the suitcase.
- Washed, dried, folded and put away three loads of laundry.
- Washed dishes by hand.
- Emptied the dishwasher.
I am woman. Hear me roar. Heh. Looking at that list would make you think I'd taken a hit of speed in the morning instead of an Aleve.
The run went pretty well, considering I haven't run four continuous miles in a long, long time. To be honest, these miles weren't continuous, but the walk breaks were infrequent and short – about a minute each. Still, though, it took almost an hour. But I felt good and my quad felt good and obviously starting my day off like that did wonders for my energy level.
Today will be more of a routine-maintenance day, which means cleaning the floors and sprucing up the bathrooms and kitchen. I might do a little work on the guest room. The Roomba is already working on the bedroom floor.
The other good thing about yesterday is that I started journaling my food again. Total calories for the day? 1374. A little higher than I like, but I think the run made up for it. And it was all good food. I could have brought it in at 1200 if I hadn't had an evening snack of a little bit of peanut butter smeared on a 60-calorie slice of whole wheat bread. I could have brought it in at 1300 if I'd mixed up some PB2 instead of using the Smucker's Natural.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda.
At any rate, it's time to get this party started. I hesitate to declare my specific to-do list intentions two days in a row – that's a fail-safe, perfect way to screw it all up. Let's just end with this: I hope your today – and mine – is as productive as my yesterday was!
Thanks, as always, for your comments. It truly helps to know I'm not writing into the void. You like me! You really like me!
Jonathan asked yesterday if I rotate between two pair of shoes. Not at this point. WS mentioned in a comment that she does, and Jonathan does, as well. I still haven't made it to a "real" running store, and I don't want to buy two pairs of shoes until I get some expert advice. I'm basing my shoe selection on reviews and what feels good, but the shoes I'm wearing might not be what I need. Just think: If an experienced, trained salesperson analyzes my stride and recommends The Perfect Shoe, there's a chance I could go even faster!
Isn't there? Heh.
Speed isn't everything, as I so clearly demonstrated when I did four flat miles in 50 minutes yesterday. Oh, well. This is fun, damn it! Fun!
Anne and Jonathan have both mentioned a new food product this spring and I want to add my recommendation for Bell Plantation's PB2. Getting a peanut-butter fix with PB2 isn't quite as easy as sticking your finger in a jar, but almost. And there's just enough simple prep involved that you can put the brakes on. Having to mix two tablespoons of powdered peanuts with one tablespoon of water gives you the moment of clarity you need not to polish off the whole jar. Oh, and it also gives you a sandwich's worth of deliciousness for only 54 calories. How cool is that?
Finally, the toys can see! I stitched their little eyes on last night. The photos are crappy, but the penguin and koala are zoo-ready. Or, maybe, baby-shower-ready. The patterns are by Fiber Trends, but I honestly have no idea what yarns I used to make either of the toys.
Felting [or, more correctly, fulling] is quite an inexact science. Remember the Noni disaster carpetbag I made earlier this year? But these little critters turned out just dandy. Good thing they're toys – they don't have to fit!
The penguin is soft and squishy and cuddly, while the koala is quite firm. I'd have preferred a little softer koala, but you know what the Rolling Stones said: You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find you get what you need.
What I need now is for the sun to come out and my legs to hold up for the eight-mile morning run. I'm tempted to put it off until tomorrow; I feel like this whole week has gotten twisted around somehow. At some point I will be switching my long run day from Saturday to Sunday, but I want to plan for it – not just put it off because I'm feeling lazy and discombobulated.
Mary's race is tomorrow – go wish her well!
