AM: 4 miles. My wife is out of town this weekend, so in exchange for the promise of cinnamon crunch bagels and hot chocolate, my girls got in the stroller for a few miles.
Rain continued through midday. I felt depression settling in, so I decided to get serious about arranging furniture in our new house. Yes, we've been here for a month and a half.
I made some progress until I settled on moving a massive china cabinent we inherited from the previous owners. I decided it should go on the other side of the kitchen eating area, a 90 degree turn and about 30 feet. I was able to push it, until I smashed into a ceiling beam.
To get under the beam, I unfastened the hutch, then pushed it into onto a field of couch cushions. Moved both sections, then guided by the ancient instincts which created Stonehenge and the Moai, I raised the hutch on chairs one side at a time. I enlisted Elise to hand me books to incrementally get each side higher, until I could finally raise the damn thing onto the cabinet.
This process took about two hours.
Some people misunderstand me, believing that I run because I find deep meaning in the relative accomplishments or exercise. I choose running because home improvement is boring.
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