Busy-busy

I won't take long of your time. Just so I don't feel guilty - I ran, I worked, I took Stephen around, I got another horrible bout of some nasty cold on Thursday night a mere 2 weeks after recovering from previous one, I visited Gail, I shopped for Christmas now that I have an extended family of Monika's...Charlie found a new home in South OR in a hunter's house and will be doing what English Setters are supposed to - bring birds to the table. Stephen won a fight on Saturday - it was beautiful, he really got so much better, and he brought a first win to the Team that night after 4 kids lost. I was so sick, I drifted between the bouts of fight on the bench, falling asleep or simply out of it, but I saw all of 3 rounds my son did:) I ran on Saturday, but due to been sick shortened 5 hrs down to 3 hrs, yet those 3 hrs I worked really hard, did even splits, sucked it up on a lot of pain and breathing/weakening problems and was happy how it went. There was a point with 3M left when I thought I am spent and done, yet I talked myself into not giving up (we were discussing our best performances on the way to the run, so how could I succumb to negativity?), and I found another gear to finish well. I was only 2 min back after BW (amazing me, ha! it's a joke, really). Sunday I felt worse bodywise and after arguing with Mike for 2 miles about benefits of his running ahead earlier than last 6 miles finally kicked him out - he had a great 14 mile run (Mama Bear always knows best!) and I did my 2 hrs the way my body dictated: I ran down, shuffled flat and walked up...while at times I felt my legs are going to buckle under me, I'd say any day spent on trail is better than the one not. I was glad I decided to go. We bumped into Caroline, Liz and Kamm - friends who we didn't see a long time - and chatted a bit. I skipped this morning's outing as I caughed all night long. I was hoping to come to 3,000 miles for the year (last 2 years I was well over), but with been sick and traveling plans I just have to let go this idea...with some 50 missing, so close, yet so far. After all, it is only a number...and I am ok with it. Still lots to do before I leave. Work is crazy too. In case I won't get back to you - happy Holidays, all!


Isn't he the cutest? His passion was so familiar to me when I watched him after fight - talking to kids, shaking hands, discussing the whole way home and next day details...like us after the race, right? Doesn't matter what makes you tick, something has to - find it and don't be afraid to give your heart to it.