Half-marathon training is in progress for my 6th race on the 25th. And starting this week, I start training for the New Year's Double.... which means racking up some serious mileage between now and then.
November and December are the same, but with higher mileage. The plan for the Double thinks I can do 7 miles on a Tuesday... it's kind of unrealistic unless I take time off of work. And I might, I really don't need much excuse lately. It depends on how much vacation time I have left. But otherwise, I only get about 2 hours a night without the kids and it would take all that to do 7 miles. And I have other things that need to be done, so we'll just see how that works out. I've always been really flexible on weekday mileage anyway. As long as I get my long walks in and keep myself active, I think I'm good.
I have all my half-marathons planned out to reach my goal of 13 before I turn 40. I'm registered for the next three already, and need to start socking away money for the rest. It's not a cheap habit, I guess. =) Not to mention needing new shoes every so often, and good running shoes aren't cheap. It's worth it though.
We're getting settled in pretty well into the new house. The girls love having more space, inside and out. I haven't done a thing remodeling-wise yet, and I'm OK with that. I feel at peace and I have time to take my time.
Ollie has been a bit harder to settle in with. I honestly didn't anticipate just how much having a puppy is like having a small child. He has been so hard to house train. It's been extremely frustrating. He eats everything but dog food. The cat's food, flip flops, pencils, paper, the gate I bought to try to keep him out of the kitchen because he's tall enough to reach the counter now.... and then, yesterday, this....
That would be the cord for my treadmill. I had just plugged in it here at the new house for the very first time the night before. I came home from work and found that and thought I was going to totally lose it. I was literally minutes from loading Ollie up to take him to a shelter. But my sister talked sense into me and brought me a bigger crate so that we crate him whenever we can't strictly supervise him. I hate that he'll have to be in the crate as much as he will have to be with our schedules, but he's lucky he didn't electrocute himself, and it's for his safety as much as my sanity. Last night was rough. I had to sleep on the couch because he'd bark non-stop once I left him alone in the crate. He'd hush if I was in the room. So I didn't sleep well. Hopefully he'll get used to it quickly and I can sleep in my bed again.
And Bill fixed the cord to the treadmill right away this morning. My hero.