Week 2, Day 8

The weatherman has been crying rain all week, and what do I find this morning? Sunshine, clouds, 40°. Forkin' A.

So I ran. Again, wasn't feeling it. Motivation was more compulsion to complete a schedule than to run for running's sake, but? I ran.

I got in late last night since I went over to my sister's house to watch Supernatural. She works the night shift and doesn't get home until 11 p.m. Supernatural is on at 9:00, so Homer (sister's b.f.) and I hit record and retreated to different corners of the house. He went into the office to play his video game, and I went upstairs to their bedroom to lounge in their bed and read A Feast for Crows. When Sis finally got home at 11:00, we wasted some time trimming Timmy's dragon claws and then finally watched the show. I didn't end up getting home until 1:45.

Anyway. It was a bit chilly this morning so I wore a sweatshirt over my tank top. Still with the sunblock, though. Very important, kids. Listen to the turtle.

I was pretty comfortable during the run. The wind was coming in from the West, but it was just enough to keep me from getting too warm. By the fifth run, I had taken the sweatshirt off and tied it around my waist.

My recovery time (breath-wise) was a lot quicker today, though it's still murder on my calves. I felt like I wasn't going to make it all the way through, but I know it was more of a mental barrier than a physical one.

For breakfast I had a banana. When I got back, I had soy yogurt with ground flaxseed mixed in. I definitely want to pick up some frozen fruits this weekend so I can consume flax on a daily basis. I know a smoothie will be more filling than a little container of soy yogurt, plus it's less expensive. Mom, Sis and I are heading over to the pool in a bit and afterwards plan on going to Pizza Schmizza for lunch. Foo Foo, here I come! For dinner I may make squash. Or possibly some dumpling stew. It's definitely stew weather.

I'm looking to buy a pellet basket for our wood burning stove up here. It’s a small stove, but this is a small dwelling, so it’s okay. I loooove pellet fires. They’re not as cozy and “romantic” as a wood fire, but they’re enviro-friendly and convenient. No hauling wood (and spiders) from outside. You can just buy bags in bulk, dump the pellets in a bucket and scoop as needed. There's nothing quite like a fire to warm your bones. "Canned" heat just isn't the same. I know that when I sit by a stove with a good fire going, I feel safe and content. Must be instinct. I just can’t exactly figure out how to size and order a basket from this website...

Photos of my sister’s wood burning stove/pellet basket. And another. That’s my dog, Luke, in diapers. He died this past January. Lady is the black dog on the floor by the couch. The bottom half of the person on the couch is me. The fat white blob by my right foot is Chloe.