Hello, Leanies! I didn't mean to be away so long this time around. This weekend (Friday, officially) was DOOD & my anniversary. The secret wedding one, not our relationship one. 3 years. Wow. Didn't think we'd make it.
So we extended it out over the weekend, not doing a lot of big things but little ones. I can highly recommend
The Girl Who Played With Fire (movie, sequel to
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo) if you like the book. And Pittsburgh's Carnegie Museum, although you need to travel here to see it.
Jackie: You rock for continuing to put time on your feet, even not knowing what's going on with that rocking body of yours.

I bow to your strength. I do hope the MRI points you in the way of a permanent solution.
Jeanne: Just imagine how relaxing your life is going to look now that Wedding #2 is done with. Details, details! And pictures, too.
Maria: I'm late to your AP questions, but the races generally fall at great times for discounts. For the Wine & Dine, for instance, I'm getting a $55/night at the AS. That's really low, but I've generally gotten good prices with an AP in Jan. and March.
And going veggie...slow and slippery slope! Welcome to the club. We're very elite you know.
I can hear how happy you are with getting back to yoga. You've really missed it, haven't you (body and soul)! And hopefully your appointment with the opthamalogist went swimmingly, and your eyes are refreshingly cool with all that breathing. Yes, that only makes sense in my mind.
Tandy: Yeah, working on DOOD's projects. I'm so happy about that.

I feel like the loving partner for a 19th literary genius, all the grunt work and none of the credit.

But that's the gig, and DOOD will return the favor for me in Oct. I'm making him take notes on Magical Express when he comes down to WDW for part of my work weekend. Me? I'm renting a car.
Isn't it amazing how NOT working just wears a person right out? (Ditto to what Maria said about Carsten.) If you'd said this to me, oh, ten years ago I would have laughed. I miss it when I can't squeeze complete workouts in. And the tummy aches, too. I've had that happen a couple of times the longer I eat healthily. For a long, long time I trained my body to ignore bad food. And now it reminds me that I should listen to it. Your posts are terrific reminders what we should do and why!

Clean diets here we come!
Oh, and big congratulations for running outside in that heat index. Impressive. My body tells me no (or at least that's what I tell myself.) And for setting the example for the Zumba class. I'd hate you too.
Manda: Three straight weeks of a migraine?

I can't even begin to imagine it. I'm glad you got it figured out, but can only imagine how stressed you continue to be. If it helps, imagine this: The first part of the DL course goes through the parks. You'll have a great time. And everything on top of that is gravy. You'll meet WISHers, who embrace the DNF, etc. motto, and they'll have your back. Tons of spectators. And, of course, you'll be in Disney!
Vicky: Wow, your physio sounds like he knows what he's doing. And if I know you, you love a new exercise or two to keep you busy. After all, you asked for more intensity...And there's nothing wrong with Disney-related purchases, at all. At least not to my mind...
So, more about this lunch/run guy. Initial conversations can be weird so it might not be anything. Or it might be something. Just let US decide.

Oh, and creepy makes for good stories.
You know, I think they might still make coconut M&Ms. I had them once and thought they were strange. If I can find them, I'm shipping you a pack or two.
Hi to
Beth, Rhonda, Cindy, etc.!
AFM: Running. I still haven't been doing much. Did it in Stratford, of course, as a coping strategy if for no other reasons. Geez, it was hot even there.
Vicky raised the point, so.... At Stratford, the ILs were, well, the ILs. My FIL dominated the Bed & Breakast conversation every morning by talking about this book he was reading. Which no one else had read. Or as I like to say, "When ________ reads a book, we all do. Whether we want to or not." My MIL got drunk on wine, and began to grill me on my new job(s). I'd pretend she cared, but her real questions had to do with how much money I made or whether I was still a drain on her son's bank accounts. Plus, she immediately moved into how DOOD was doing professionally, and started asking me details. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but it's a bit tiresome to live with a man who walks on water in the eyes of his mother.
But away from Stratford and the drama, things are getting back to normal. I've been getting clean-er (ish?) every day, and weaning myself away from the fat. I'd had some ankle problems when I got back not sure why so got my first run in yesterday in almost a week. My mileage is frighteningly low right now, and I'm feeling strange. I think my internal Disney race calender is kicking in. Training should start soon, right?
