2016 was not a great year, and 2017 was no better. It was the year I learned to stop saying, “well, it can’t possibly get WORSE.”
Almost a year later, and one week before the Salt Lake Half, I was diagnosed with another stress fracture. This time it was in my shin. However, a shin fracture turns out to be something that heals WAY faster than a hip. No crutches, no sitting around on my butt, just a PREFERENCE that I not run on it while it was healing. AND it would ONLY take 3 weeks to heal. Which meant that although the doctor preferred I didn’t run the Salt Lake Half (I listened!) he had absolutely no concerns with me running the Tinker Bell Half.
I rode the stationary bike at the gym for three weeks, bought new shoes the week of the race, and had one (approved!) practice run before heading down to Anaheim. Walking around the expo (instead of on crutches and in a crappy mood) was super fun and I’m not being facetious. Instead of wishing I could crutch into a hole and die, I invisibly slipped from booth to booth looking at things and getting zero sympathy from random strangers who wanted to discuss various running ailments they’d had.
For a very long time, we’ve had a sectional sofa with a matching storage ottoman. When we moved I was ready for nice sofas, sofas that weren’t turd brown with an ottoman that was collecting several years worth of foot cooties and food particles. But beyond that, I had the dream. We were out walking Bella on a nice fall day last year when I told Chad about my recently conceived ideal Sunday. It would start with us running, then having brunch, then (after showering of course) relaxing in the salon (living room) for him to watch sports shouting and me to peruse magazines and coffee table books.
I realized that in order for this fantasy to have a chance at becoming reality, we needed a coffee table. I wanted to display my many many many coffee table books that had inexcusably been living anywhere else in the house because I’ve never owned a coffee table.
2016 wasn’t the best year for us … there were a lot of trial-and-error DIY projects, I broke my hip, and a Cheeto got elected president. But there were some good things that happened. Can’t think of any right now…
2015 was filled with travel, running, and of course, the Big Move from one part of the city to another…
As usual, we had a couple of days to enjoy the park (sore legs and all). And for something completely different my sister, Laura, her husband, Mel, and their daughter joined us for a day. This gave me the chance to finally make an appointment at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique and participate in a princess transformation. Because, “ma’am, this is really only for kids” can be told to me so many times before they threaten to kick me out of the park. Jerks.
My niece LOVED being transformed into a princess and thoroughly enjoyed meeting as many pixies, princesses, mice, and any other type of Disney character she could get in line to hug and interview.