We showed up to the starting line and took lots of terrible pictures in the dark, said good luck to Chad (who was going for some kind of world record) and Crystal (who was in another corral), and went on our merry way. The race course was pretty similar to last year’s 10k, but it steered clear of Critter Country and Frontierland (no spoilers or behind the scenes on the new Star Wars Land for these runners!). Still we had plenty of time on park property, lots of Hero & Agents of SHIELD photo ops, and volunteers cheering us on.
I love drawer organizers. You need to understand how much I love drawer organizers. But the people who make them have a very weird idea about the specific sizes that drawers come in… and they are wrong. There are certain kinds of drawer organizers I like, and certain kinds of drawer organizers that fit the utensils we have, and making all of those things intersect into the perfect fit so that nothing is sliding around in the drawer every time you open it is a complicated and frustrating process. #FirstWorldProblems
I was so insanely excited to start using the “special treadmill for injured people”. I got into the most ridiculous looking machine you’ve ever seen, one designed to take the weight of gravity off my lower half, and I ran for 30 seconds and walked for 4 minutes and repeated that for as long as they would let me. I was deliriously happy. And then they told me I wasn’t progressing normally and needed to back off for another three weeks. I cried in the car on the way home from that PT visit because I had been holding on to that being my starting again point. The one shining beacon getting me through missing three races. And it was taken away. I was back to square one.
And it finally sunk in what I had refused to admit to myself: I didn’t know where or when my next run was going to be.
Now that we are (sometimes) adults in an adult home, I’ve started to learn that the hub of a foodie house is the kitchen. We spend a lot of time in there cooking, prepping, partying, and yes, cleaning. Which is why the bulk of our design meetings centered around arguing about designing a kitchen that had a lot of space for…
Aside from checking into an assisted living facility in Florida?
With the kind of break I’m dealing with, surgery is not recommended. I’m just supposed to “stay off of it” for 6 weeks. The greater part of those 6 weeks involves crutches. Then you play the fun game of “find out what you can and can’t do based on how much it hurts.” Basically, if it hurts, I can’t do it.
Running is out of the question for all of the 6 weeks and probably longer.
I had already altered the floor plan to create a larger entryway with a nice big coat closet for guests (and lets be honest, Bella) so it seemed even more unnecessary. I was just about to have them erase the small closet when I realized that nowhere, in our giant brand new home, had I planned for a place to keep the larger cleaning gadgets. And so, the little coat closet was turned into a broom closet.
Of course this broom closet required some elfa designing and planning. I needed it to keep the broom, the vacuum, the swiffer, a steam mop, a step ladder (we are a short people), a bucket, as well as parts and pieces for the above mentioned gadgets, other cleaning supplies, and paper towels.