You know how every year Runner's World and Bicycling (and perhaps many other Rodale magazines) have a headline that says "New Year, New You"? This post has nothing to do with that.
But Beth, Adele and myself have moved into our new house. And I'm still the same, except tired, dehydrated and with a couple pairs of green socks from mowing and whacking weeds.
I almost didn't post tonight because there was no way I could write a post about the new house without pictures. Then I remembered my camera was in a box next to the computer (lots of things are still in boxes - like my running shoes!) so I took a picture of my "man cave." Well, really more like my "man nook which also shares space with our computer stuff, the drying rack and other stuff that doesn't really fit elsewhere in the house (and for a while Beth's scrapbooking stuff)."
And, in case you were wondering, it all faces a 15-inch television (with a VCR!).
I almost went for a run this morning, but instead put some stuff in the attic. I figure its about equivalent effort, and my foot is still a bit of an issue. I am going to run, though tomorrow. It seems my feet feel best when barefoot, so I'm keeping my shoes off as much as possible. In fact, Beth had to remind me once to put shoes on when I went someplace I've become so used to it. But as a precaution (and also due to otherwise being on my feet all day) I haven't run at all since last Sunday.
I will get up early for a barefoot run tomorrow, then maybe I'll go back to a two-a-day on Wednesday. I'm due for a "long run" on Friday, but at this point I don't see that happening in the "18 miles I had planned" sense - but possibly in the "2 miles barefoot in the morning and a bike ride afterwards" sense or maybe somewhere in between. Right now I'm not going to stress about it. Obviously I have enough to stress about (see above photo).