When we set our goals for the New Year back at the dinner table in December, Oldest threw out a couple of things that sounded half-hearted in nature, as teenage boys tend to sound much of the time.
I took my cheapo sunglasses (did I tell you I lost my “good” sunglasses in the LA Marathon?) out for a Marathon Monday 20-miler in honor of Boston.
I let the errands and chores slide a bit this week when I had the opportunity to catch up with both of my best friends who live on the other side of the country.
Sometimes we don’t for weeks, sometimes we talk every other day. It really depends on what’s going on or what we’re going through.
A common topic that we discuss is re-entry into the work place after staying at home with kids for over a decade, and how utterly crippling starting from scratch feels.
So strange things have been happening around here lately.
It all started the other day when Charlie became obsessed with the baseboards. He was running around in circles and barking at nothing. It was so weird, like he was on a hallucinogenic drug or something. Is there a doggie dealer that comes out to the suburbs and poisons our dogs while we are at work?
My buddy Tonya and I, who also happens to be my best friend since 7th grade (along with Kim who was not able to make the trip)
Most of you know that last year I ran the Boston Marathon. To look back on the events of that day feels quite surreal.
Yes, that is a composting bin in the background.
I really need to get it together with this marathon training stuff, so I figured that writing about my training might force me to come to terms with how pathetic this cycle seems plan-wise.