Ran the track with Marsha this morning. I don't mind going to the track once a week. But every day was too much. I broke it up these past two weeks pretty well. So today, we took it really easy and talked about her 15 year old son. I feel so lucky my kids are not quite "there" yet, and for the most part, it has been pleasant to raise and live with them. But alas, I stand at the precipice with a 13 year old.....Tommorrow, Catherine and I are doing 10. Going into the double digits is some kind of a mental challenge for me. I've run 9 two Saturdays in a row, but for some reason 10 makes the marathon training seem really underway. The great news about today: I just spent the whole morning on the mountain! I get so edgy if I don't ski, and I was so mad I didn't go on Monday--I was really struggling yesterday by the end of the day (mouthy, sarcastic, overly aggressive). I just had a window open up at 9:00, and so I scambled to out the door, anxious to be near the clouds clinging to the mountaintops. It was a bit windy, but had just dumped a bit of new snow onto a few of my favorite runs. It was so exhilerating to lift my arms and let the powder hug my skis in a controlled fall down the mountain. I only got in a few hours, but it was totally worth it. The clean air, the mountain view, the new snow. I did it! Now it's just back to worky work. | 