In terms of running, this has been a rollercoaster for me. I may not be made for running, which I am finding hard to absorb after reading Born to Run (amazing book, read it even if you are not a runner). I cannot not get injured. Call me clumsy, but I cannot seem to get on track and go two weeks without something happening. Ever since I received the go-ahead to start running again I am plagued with a bum knee after each run that essentially prevents me from running for approximately one week. I promise this is not me wimping out, it involves not being able to walk up or down stairs (off and on I am that girl in the office tower who takes the elevator up or down one floor - how very embarrassing). So, my chiropractor and I have come up with a new game plan that is essentially one last kick at the can; she very diplomatically stated that if this does not work I should find something else to occupy my time. The plan is to walk/run (or run as things progress) 2 km approximately 3-4 times a week for two months. The reason why we chose 2 km is because my knee starts throbbing around 3 km, so the theory is that if I stop before then and master that distance I might just build up enough muscle to increase my distance after the two month mark. If not, at least I have a cute lulu running skirt that I can wear around the house... So have I been doing this? Ha! Once. I told myself that over the next couple of weeks I should do what I can as we try to get the house somewhat organized before Christmas and in January I will commit to at minimum three runs per week.
Now let's talk about the runs - I had a few days in the middle of the move where I hit around 15, but aside from that I am hovering in around five, which I can deal with. My husband and I are re-introducing vegetables after a moving hiatus filled with garlic knots, slices of pizza, wine and beer. For anyone with IBS you can understand how unpleasant it can be to convince your body to digest fruits and vegetables, but, I seem to be doing all right at the moment. I certainly have not added in any whole wheat items at this juncture, that would have disaster written all over it.
In the Christmas spirit, I thought I would share with you a little list of what I am grateful for in relation to the new house:
- I have stairs.
- Two sets to be precise.
- I adore the wall colours and flooring we chose and it makes me feel happy.
- It is fun living in a neighbourhood and it feels safer when I go for a walk at night.
- The house has more than one floor which enables me to feel decidedly un-hampster-like compared to the apartment.
- I cannot hear every move my husband makes.
- I have a propane fireplace and I turn it on even though I know it costs me money every time I use it.
- There are built-in bookshelves in the basement which allows me to partially live out my dream of a home library.
- My husband was comfortable with me taking up the whole closet in our bedroom, the downside being he has his own dressing room of sorts - my closet is bigger though!
- My closet has a tower for my shoes.
- We have a backyard!
- Our barbecue is no longer sitting in our living room, it is on the deck and we are using it!
- We finally caved and bought a microwave after three years because there was a space for one in the kitchen. I did not think I would like this as much as I do - I no longer have to heat my Magic Bag up in the oven.
- No fire alarms have gone off while making toast.
- No fire alarms have gone off period.
- No one is smoking in the building.
- My husband thinks he is Mike Holmes and is quite busy as a result. I call him Tim Taylor.
- I am super excited to be in before Christmas - we are setting up our first tree ever!
- We have a dryer that dries our clothes in less than four cycles.
- We can hang our clothes to dry out-of-site in the utility room.
- I really feel married now, it felt kind of pretend before and I am excited to share this milestone with my husband.