1. It has been 8 days since I last run in earnest (that fantastic, faster-than-expected sunset levee/lakefront run), not including the running-in-place choreography in some of my songs. I have been doing and teaching Zumba and yoga in the meantime.
I was going to essay a run this evening but fell asleep and woke up with a sore bum and inner thighs from yesterday’s double-header of teaching. Lots of squats. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m going to lace up those shoes because I miss running, and it’s less than 6 weeks ‘til race day.
I also saw this on my newsfeed, which made me laugh and then feel a bit bad for not running. When I typed “Brooks” in the Facebook search box, the first result was Brooks Brothers. Freudian slip, much?
2. My sister and I nostalgically recalled and cringed at how, as kids, we used to make "wish list books" from printer paper stapled together and adorned with cut-outs from Toys R Us ads and our own drawings.
This year, my wishlist is pretty basic: new glasses from Warby Parker, marathon race day flats (the brighter version of my trusty New Balance WR 1600s), Whole Foods gift cards, and a juicer. (I know I am buying myself the glasses and juicer.) Anything else is icing on the cake. I recently told Chloe after our last run together that I am more into experiences than things. I am also probably buying a ticket to see my favorite band again next year :)
(First world problem: I want to see Vampire Weekend in April but realized that I am already committed to seeing Haim the same night, har har har. I will see the dubs two weeks later, no worries *does a jig* My two favorite bands!)
3. I am two presents away from being totally done with Christmas shopping! Last night, as I commandeered the dining table as workspace, I realized that gift wrapping is simultaneously relaxing/satisfying and stressful. I love the smell and feel of new wrapping paper and when flaps align just so, but I dislike when you have to trim the paper after already committing/taping it down, or when the mailing box gaps just slightly as you attempt to singlehandedly shut it with noisy packing tape.
4. Once I finish The Paris Wife (which is transportive and mesmerizing, even if it is historical fiction, and in real life, Hadley and Hem didn’t remain together forever) and Jason Vale’s book, I will be halfway through my 10 books by Christmas goal. I aim to finish these two by tomorrow and bring Brideshead Revisited and Running with the Buffaloes this weekend.
5. Last night I watched Home Alone 2: Lost in New York for the first time in awhile and laughed hysterically. I had already watched Love Actually that morning and so felt that my classic Christmas movie watching was nearly complete. (I haven’t ever seen It’s a Wonderful Life, White Christmas, or A Christmas Story in their entireties, and I suppose Elf is also on my favorite holiday movie list, too.)
6. It struck me on Sunday at Mass that how amusing it is in retrospect how long the year and even Advent seemed as kids, when, after this weekend, the month will be half complete!
7. Yesterday I was feeling harried and stopped to think why. I’m almost done with Christmas shopping, I don’t feel too bad about my training, and I have a fun if busy 2 weeks ahead of me seeing friends and family. I suppose the reason that came up is the inevitable feeling that I haven’t accomplished enough this year or won’t have enough time to do what I need to do before New Year’s, coupled with the slight fear I have of the changes to come with school, work, and life.
8. Social media is still slightly stressful. I pared down a few of the Twitter accounts I follow just because I feel lost if I haven’t logged in more than once a day.