I started a post at the beginning of December, and got 2 sentences in and didn't finish. I was going to talk about Thanksgiving, but that was so long ago. Well, all my sisters came to my house for dinner. It is the first time my oldest sister has visited me for 9 years. She was never at my previous house and we lived there for 7 years, and then we've been in this house for 2 now. Anyway, it was a good Thanksgiving.
However, my nephew had a terrible cough, and my sister (a different one) said he had been to the doctor and was told it was allergies, so he was on allergy meds. Well, guess what, Sunday after they left I got a sore throat and was sick for that week. Then the sore throat turned to a cough, and I still have it. That was 5 weeks ago. I call bullshit on my nephew's dr. It is getting better, there was about 2 weeks where I had to sleep sitting up, and another week or so of waking up coughing soooo bad. Although, I did go to e. WA this last weekend for my sister Christmas and the cough got bad again, but I think it was the dry air, because it's better again (still there, but better).
Christmas was good. I always go overboard on the presents, and this year wasn't much better, but I think everyone was happy. It was also the first year Damian had Asher for Christmas morning, so that was a lot of fun.
Then we went to the Lake for the weekend after Christmas. This is our 3rd year doing that, and I am not a big fan of it. It is a really long drive and there just isn't enough space for everyone. But it was okay. Turns out the sister with the nephew that got me sick, was sick and decided not to come because her cough was still really bad. Damian had to work on Saturday so Chris and I took Asher with us, and Damian joined on Sunday. It was a lot of fun to watch Asher play with his (much older) cousins (1st cousins once removed, but who's counting?).
I didn't want to make this post all about pictures, that's why there aren't so many.
I actually decided to post because I was reading the very beginnings of my blog, and thought maybe I should write again. I don't mean to not write, but I really haven't been running much. I was doing really well, and was increasing my miles. September I had my highest mileage month (only 34, but still pretty good considering) and then I got a tooth pulled in October and used that as an excuse to not run, and then I got sick in November, even before this stupid cough, I had some weird thing where I was just exhausted. Then I just didn't in December, well, that is technically when this cough started (Dec. 1). And here we are, the end of Jan. 3rd and I have not run this year at all.
I did start a new workout with weights. I follow a facebook page, and there are lots of recommendations for doing Caroline Girvan workouts for weight training, so I started doing that right before Christmas. I committed myself to doing it 5 days a week for 2 weeks, and then only did it 4 days (to my credit, I was in e. WA during some of that time), but I came home and tomorrow will be my 5th day for this week, my 3rd week.
I'd like to start running again. Which is why I got on here to look at my original posts. I was reading the first month, and I was running 5 or 6 days a week and had already increased my speed and my miles by week 4. I have not been doing that this time around, obviously. One of the things I was thinking about yesterday is that I started running in March when it's much sunnier in the evenings, and right now it's dark when I get home. I know that I have run in the dark a million times, and the rain, but right now, those two things seem insurmountable. I have intentions to go run, but I just don't. But then what is my excuse for the weekend? because I'm also not running both Saturday and Sunday. I don't know. Maybe I'm not a runner anymore. I want to be. I want to be that person that ran 2 marathons and a ton of half marathons. But the work to get there again is so overwhelming . . . I think it's the again part that is frustrating.
But . . . it's a new year, and while I don't believe in resolutions or "new year, new me" crap, I do want to make this change.
Oh, and I am exactly where I was weight wise at the beginning of 2024, when I promised myself I wouldn't be. It's sooooo frustrating. I know it's age related, but I also have bad habits I've picked up again after 10 years and I can't seem to find the motivation to make the changes I have to.