It pains me because I know there are people out there with injuries who would give anything to run right now and yet here I am, perfectly healthy and only managing two measly runs a week if I am lucky.
Sometimes life gets in the way of the things we love to do and I am coming to terms with that. I am finally okay with letting my running take a back seat while I shop for furniture with Vans, play with the Peanut because all of her favorite toys are packed away and keep our current condo in tip top shape so that hopefully some day SOMEONE will want to buy it. Add to that working a few jobs here and there to help fund the new home. It's okay. It isn't forever. I will have my routine again.
The Peanut is very excited about the new home. She's already picked out her room despite our persuasion to pick another room but she's 2 and she already knows what she wants. I will hopefully post pictures some day when we're moved in and settled. The moving date is not scheduled until November so I have many more weeks of packing, organizing and figuring out how to do what I need to do to get us settled without too much trouble.
Running will be there. I'll still run when I can. I am meeting Pigeon this Sunday for a run. It's nice to have a plan, something penciled in my schedule. It makes me accountable and I am excited to hear about her week in Tahoe. Until then . . . it will happen when it happens. No pressure.
The one thing that makes me sad though is all the memories we've had in our current condo. We have out grown it but it was very good to us for six long years and the Peanut was born here making it always a very special place in our hearts.
She was the boss of our office . . .
The dreamer on the front porch . . .
We will miss this place we called home but we also look forward to making new memories in our new home.