The other night I ran outside while the sun was setting. Boy, I've really missed that! The roads and sidewalks still had a little ice left over from the tiny little dusting of snow we had last week, so I had to be super careful not to slip and make a fool of myself (or, well, get hurt I suppose). Last year, I mean, in 2009 during the holidays, I loved running at night and looking at all the Christmas lights. Since I couldn't last year, 2010, I'm really glad some people have kept their lights up a little longer. Purely for my enjoyment, of course. Obviously I'm still not in 2011 mode quite yet. Perhaps it's because my days/nights are molded into one continuous glob of time...with Goober to thank. ;)
Speaking of Goob, she apparently isn't as keen with 90s Hip Hop tunes than she is to Muse, Paramore, Yellowcard and early Michael Jackson--she woke up and cried when "Rump Shaker" played on my iTunes list. Ha ha! We have to change that.
I've found that if I run on the treadmill during a fussy moment with her (and she's been fed, cleaned, changed, etc), she falls asleep pretty well. I think this is her way of pushing my butt back into gear...I've already ran 2 miles today. Argh. The 8-week-old personal trainer. But of course.
|Pure ice on parts of our road|
P.s. And yes, I completely made up "fantabulousness."