This weekend started off with a bang when two families joined us for dinner on Friday night. Children edged out the adults (7 to 6, I think), and the dog had a blast being chased around by squealing kids. As soon as the guests left, the pooch was sacked out; we joined her in slumber not long after. Other than a slightly sticky kitchen floor (thanks to overly large disposable plates and a too-narrow trashcan – my bad) the house came through practically unscathed. Which meant Saturday was pretty typical: piano lesson, a trip to Sonic, and some afternoon shopping (I am merely the financier on those excursions.)
Saturday night was our annual newcomer’s dinner at Highland Heights – always a lot of fun getting to meet our newest members and learning some interesting trivia about one another. A huge thanks to all those who put it together each year!
Then daylight saving time arrived this morning. Now, for the record, I love, love, love longer days. I love the imminent arrival of spring. But oh what a price we pay to get there. Whew. I think I’d give up the extra hour in the fall if we didn’t have to torture ourselves every spring. In case that wasn’t enough to seriously mess with my Circadian rhythm, we’ll be headed into Eastern Time in a few days, so we’ll lose another hour of precious morning snooze time. Double ugh.
I am happy to report I ran 11.25 miles last week. (No, not all at once…unlike my marathon-training friends.) My short term goal is to run 4 miles a day (at least 3 times a week) over the next few weeks, then start aiming for 5 miles at a stretch. I have been told (by my all-wise BIL) that if I can break the 5-mile barrier, I’ll be ready to start preparing for a long run (i.e., half or full marathon.) I’m not sure I really want or need to do that, but since my original comment last April was, “I wonder how long it would take me to train for a half-marathon?” I guess I’ll keep pushing and see where it takes me.