What a day! It’s the first day of my winter break!
Yesterday I had my last Vanilla Hazelnut coffee from Einstein’s for the year. Just the smell of this coffee perks me up!
The smell of this candle does NOT perk me up. I’ve only been to LA once but I do live in South Florida and I don’t think palm trees and sunshine smell like this candle says they do.
My dad is in town visiting for a couple of days. It’s unfortunate that I ended up having to spend the full day in the office yesterday, but it’s been nice to have him at the apartment.
On both Tuesday night and last night we watched wrestling together for the first time since I was a little kid. Being an only child, growing up I was both his daughter and the son he never had. He coached my basketball team, came to all of my volleyball games and took me to wrestling shows (WCW) all around Florida.
My dad never lost his love for wrestling so it’s cool to be able to talk to him about it again, and it’s equally great that Adam is a fan too. It gives us all something to bond over since we each have different sports teams that we root for. My dad is oddly enough an Oakland Raiders fan. So weird, I know.
Funny story: last night my dad asked me how long it takes me to finish a half marathon. I told him my personal record is 2:57 and he said, “WOW, that’s really good!” Hah! Sometimes it’s nice to talk to a non-runner about running ;).
Cecil hasn’t been too impressed with us having a guest in the house. He’s like, “well if you’re going to spend all your time talking to that guy, then no laptop and no use of the remote controls until you give me treats!”
Look at that face, he looks so indignant. How dare we not pay attention to him.
I haven’t been running since my dad got into town and I am absolutely ITCHING for a good run. There was a period of time this year where I was honestly scared that I was losing my passion for running. I kept telling myself that I love it but I didn’t really feel that way. I was always glad I got in a run when I was done, but I had to force myself to get out there. I think I alluded to that a little bit here on the blog a few months ago but I didn’t want to spell it out because I was afraid to admit I felt that way. Being a runner has become such a strong part of my self-identification that I was honestly nervous to lose it.
Over the last couple of months that dreadful feeling has gone away and I’m back on board 110%. I love running!
Have you ever gone through a period where you felt like running was more of a chore than something you do for enjoyment?
Happy Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!