On Friday I ran 3 miles. It was my first kinda creepy run. I just wrote about my fear of the dark and the realization that it would be very easy for someone to grab me on one of my favorite streets. I've been running on the opposite side ever since I had that realization, and remembering my pepperspray. Well, Friday I was past that street and on a fairly busy one that is well lit. It is right next to the hospital. I was running and suddenly there was a guy next to me. I've had people come up behind me, startling me, and pass me, but this guy was running right next to me and didn't pass me. He was overweight, wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, carrying a plastic bag of stuff. My first thought, well other than being startled, was that maybe he had just been released from the hospital (psych ward, was actually what I thought). Anyway, I turned when he startled me and said "hi" thinking he'd pass me, but he didn't. It creeped me out, so I hurriedly crossed the street, which is the direction I normally go anyway.
Then I hear him say "what are you doing?" and he's crossing the street right behind me. I said "I'm running" and kept going. He followed me a little bit more and I finally decided I needed to face him and tell him to back off or use my pepperspray. I stopped, took my headphones completely off (I had already turned them off), and turned around, but thankfully he was crossing the street again. I turned and started running a little faster. The whole way home I felt like I was being followed, but I didn't see anyone.
I don't know what he was doing, if he thought he knew me, or what, but it creeped me out quite a bit. It wasn't as scary as the almost dog attack while running at the lake a year and a half ago or even the bee attack before that, or as crazy as being attacked by your neighbor though. Just one more of my crazy stories of things that happen while I run.
This weekend was a busy weekend for me. I had several projects at home that I've been putting off. For whatever reason I decided this weekend was the time to do them all, well, 2 of them.
Saturday I went for a "short" long run (remember when I would put long run in quotations, well, now it's "short," I guess it's all perspective). =) I have had a bit of a cough for about a week, and I woke up not feeling my best on Saturday so I decided to do 10 miles. Well, while I was running I had a route planned out, figuring I'd eliminate part of my last long run to get to 10 miles, well, I ended up eliminated more than 3 miles, so I had to make it up a little bit at the end just to get to 9 miles. But I'm okay with the 9 mile run. I'm happy I ran at all.
The bottom left picture is the train that stopped me 2 miles from being done with my run. I was not feeling this run. I ran out of steam early (mile 5) and my feet started hurting at mile 6.5ish and I knew that I was going to have to add about a half mile where I normally end because of my miscalculation, so the train just annoyed me.
The bottom right is my recovery drink, which I didn't find satisfying, but I drank it while taking a bath. Ironically, that is the last picture I'll ever take of my 3rd place marathon glass while using it. Damian broke it while putting dishes in the dishwasher last night. It's a smallish break, just a "chunk" taken out right where it says "Tri" but I was still really, really upset. I still am.
I didn't take a before picture, sadly. After going through a year and a half of pictures, these were the only ones I could find that sorta show the area I rearranged. I have actively avoided taking pictures with this area in the background because it's always messy and doesn't look good.
Well, I switched the table and the bookshelves. Now the table is much more useable and the kitchen feels like there's more space in it. I also cleaned off a cabinet that was in the garage holding tools, and added that next to the counter, making more counter and storage space, now I just need to clean the doors and attach them.
|Our big table was squished in that space under the window.|
|This is where the bookshelves were and 2 rocking chairs.|
Oh, and I finally got around to decorating at least one wall in the kitchen. The rocking chairs are kinda floating around the living room right now, with really no home.
On Sunday I remembered I wanted to get Damian's old bed out and set it up for Maddox. We've been working on getting him back into his own bed. When we moved 2+ years ago, the house's furnace where we moved didn't work and it was in the teens at night so Maddox started sleeping with us because we had a heated mattress pad. Well, it's much harder to get a kid out of your bed than it is to get him into your bed and it's been a struggle ever since.
We finally decided about 2 weeks ago to put him in his own bed, even if it is his toddler bed that was a crib before. I have been sleeping on a mattress on his floor to get him used to sleeping in his own room, and most nights he stays there. He's joined me about 3 or 4 times since we started doing this. Well, I figured if he had an actual bed, maybe it'd make it easier for him, not to mention, he'd actually fit in the bed.
But first I had to find a the bed in the storage shed.
|It's the yellow peeking out there.|
|Always fun with a cat in the way.|
|And the realization he might need new blankets.|