Oh, hello! Want to read a post that’s not kid-centric? How about one that’s about work and running? Heeeere we go!
Work: When we last left off, I teased that my boss was impossible and that there was possibility that we would uproot our family to go back to my hometown. Well, life has a strange way of fixing things at times: my boss is no longer my boss (she moved to another job) and we are definitely not going back home (in fact, there’s a chance my husband might become more entrenched in our city’s primary business, but that means work that’s up his alley). I have increased my productivity at work and feel so much more secure in my relationships there. I’m writing things quickly and well, getting great advice from my coworkers, and love who I’m reporting to. I feel like I’m crawling out from under my boss’s shadow and it is a good thing.
Running: I ended up getting into the 2016 Cherry Blossom 10 Mile Run through the lottery! Yay! But that also means training. Argh! I’m training as a beginner and trying to be smart about it. Don’t go too fast, get new shoes, pace yourself in everything. I’ve had some false starts, but think I’m finally in a running groove thanks to some pushing from the husband and a desire to get back to pre-pregnancy weight. I am so close to getting into my clothes again AND I was able to run five miles last week without stopping. It felt so good to run half of the race’s distance and still feel like I could keep going. In order to motivate myself a bit more, I splurged on a gift for me: a Garmin Forerunner 235. I’ve always loved Forerunners and the progress they’ve made in making them easier to use and introducing new features is fantastic.
The other huge thing in my life is this: my husband and I are considering buying a home in this area. It’s not something we thought we’d ever do, but our apartment is proving to be too small and too old to be livable with a toddler. To be quite frank, I’ve hated this apartment for a couple of years—having a kid in there just brings more of its problems to the fore. We send our laundry out to wash because the community ones stink; we constantly have problems with the downstairs neighbors because our bathroom needs to be completely overhauled (and it is neither our fault nor theirs, of course). There isn’t any room for one of us to escape when the other is entertaining Dubya. My husband has slowly come to this realization, but he’s there. I’m excited by the idea of finding something in a nearby neighborhood that’s reasonable and still within walking distance of Dubya’s daycare and my work and the Metro. However, I want to see how my husband’s job prospect pans out—after all, if he continues in his current job, the chances of us moving out West sooner increase.
Oh, and also? I’m reading, people. Fuck. Yeah. Currently, I’m on Sarah Vowell’s latest, Lafayette in the Somewhat United States. I’m not sure what I’ll start next, but you can put your bets on either a Neil Gaiman (my first exposure) or Bonnie Jo Campbell (giving her newest short story collection a whirl).
(The only thing I’m not doing is writing outside of work. Well. You can only do so many things. And right now, I’m pretty happy with the things I’m doing.)