Training Log

So today was a good day.
I ran 2.7 miles!! Woohoo! I am slowly clawing my way back onto the wagon. Puerto Rico is coming up and I want to buy a new bathing suit but I refuse to even look for one until Im back in training shape. Sonny is finishing up his financial aid stuff for loans for med school. We went to Emory Revisited last week and it was wonderful. I came down on Thursday and Sonny was there Wed through Friday. I learned a lot and it helped me see what he would be doing and where and how much I needed to be a strong support for him. I dont feel like a passive observer to his dream anymore; I am the engine in his shiny car. I realized last week that I need to work on making our home calm and stress free so he can study and relax. After the intensive days he is going to have, he is going to need it!! They have these amazing simulation mannequins and virtual reality laproscopy devices on the first floor by the cadaver lab that are amazing!! Im going to bribe him to take me down there a few times to watch him working on them--it will be so neat. All the students I met were super nice to me and Dr Lee, the Multicultural Student Services director made me feel like I was one of them. Im excited for us to start!!

On a side note, as I was leaving an office today, a guy around my age was sitting in the waiting room and said "You have a good day, beautiful" to me, as I passed by him. I was so surprised and embarrased that I just stammered a shy "thanks". I love Sonny, however its nice to still get noticed by guys (young guys, not leering old men which seems to happen to me a lot), even though Im an old married woman. :) I've still got it!!

RANDOMNESS

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Training log: nonexistent. The sundry miles ran, the various sit-ups, the ridiculous bike rides. Blah. Who cares? And now i have to do the tri alone because Janene had surgery on her hand and cant pull a cast through the water. Motivation level: zilch.

On the upside: number of weeks til Puerto Rico, 8ish.

I got in a fight with my half pound bird and lost. Juno keeps trying to eat him, I think Ill let her.

We are in the final throes of the home-buying process. Now comes the fun part with the furniture buying and the painting and the decorating. This will be move number 25 for me! It will be nice to have our own place and be close to Atlanta.


I really want to go to Italy and take cooking classes. I've been reading my new book On Cooking that they use at the C.I.A. (Culinary Institute of America, not the federal agency) and it inspires me to try out some new techniques. Italy would be amazing--French food is too fussy.