Hey, I put some new shoes on....

...and suddenly everything changed. 

Yep, quoting superfluous songs from 10 years ago now.

That's what happens when you get old. 

But for real. 

I've been in a winter funk lately. 

What is (slowly) pulling me out? 

Literally, new shoes. 

Glittery ones. 

Those of you who know me well

know that I tiptoe between tomboy and tap dancer.

So these are kinda perfect. 

Also, it's Lent. 

During Ash Wednesday, 

the priest made an awesome point about this 

not being a time to look backward on mistakes, 

but forward with hope because 

God doesn't care who you were yesterday, 

it's today that counts.

Doesn't get much better than that. 

So....

Here I am Lord, 

new attitude (and shoes) and all.   

Happy Sunday Funday!

In other news, 

three things made me super happy this week. 

1. New soup! 
I made this recipe twice in one week. 

Add some mushrooms and bok choy. 
You won't be disappointed. 

2. Sunday Pizza. 
Almost every Sunday I approach Anth in this manor: 

This week was a good one though. 
Arugula, proscuitto,  fresh motz?
He couldn't turn it down :-) 

3. This video. 

I didn't cry at all, 
I swear.  


Have a great week brave ones. 

Itching....

Getting itchy to run another marathon. 

I'm scared this time around

will be much more difficult.

1. Before, when it was all new, 

I had the attitude of 

"wow! I just ran 20 miles!

I've never done that before!"

Now, I'm thinking, 

"Shit, that really hurt....do I want to do it again?"

2. Running for my grandma Carole was great motivation. 

Anytime you do something for someone else, 

it's much better than for yourself.

Yes, I can run for ALS again, 

but that means I'll again 

be bugging all you fine people for dough...

which I don't like to do. 

3. Tony-tone trained up to 16 mile point with me last time. 

Up until his injury, 

I had a running buddy 
at 6am on Saturdays for 15 milers. 

I don't know if JDog would be up for the challenge

(or if I could risk his little puppy heart

 running him more than 8 miles). 

For those of you have have done more than one,

what are your thoughts?
Was training and crossing the finish line still worth the pain?