Like running, there are a few things in life that I cannot get enough of. This raspberry spread from Costco is one of them. It makes a piece of bland toast absolutely sing and a bowl of Greek yogurt do a little jig.
Now that it’s the popsicle-eating time of year, I have some important decisions to make.
Yesterday the boys and I loaded up the cooler and headed up to Santa Barbara for the Individual Event Championships track meet, where all of the top-ranked kids from the two leagues in our area come together and slog it out for one last race around the oval.
Slowly, over the last few weeks, I have been increasing my mileage. My first week back after a two-week post-Boston-marathon-no-running break, I logged about 22 miles. Last week I pushed that up to around 32. And this week I hope to make it to 40.
The single best thing that came out of my chiropractor visit yesterday was that I was reminded what my absolute dream job would be: columnist for Shouts and Murmurs.
If everyday were mother’s day I’m pretty sure I could by an Olympic marathoner.