1. I'm feeling pretty recovered from my marathon. By Tuesday I was able to go down stairs without doing a funny sideways hop, and by yesterday I could sit on the floor and get back up again without much hesitation. I went on a couple of nice, brisk walks and even managed to jog a shopping cart back to the cart return without crying. I had originally planned to take this entire week off from running and blogging and I did pretty well, it is Thursday, but I think the time has come. If for no other reason than for my sanity's sake, I need an easy run. I will go easy.
2. Leona is driving me bonkers. I think that might have something to do with not running. Yesterday at Emme's soccer practice she was playing at the playground with a friend when I hear, "MOOOOOOOMY! MOOOOOOOOOOOOMY!". It wasn't an, oh my goodness, something is wrong sort of yell, but it was loud and obnoxious and had everyone looking around for her mommy... who may or may not have been hiding from her. Anyway, I scooped up Jonny and moseyed in her direction where I was met with more cries of "Mooooommmmy" until I finally arrived at the bottom of the slide.
"What is it Leona?"
"Mommy, you. have. got. to. see. this. It. is. soooooo cool."
"What is it Leona?"
"Dora shoes!!!! That girl is wearing Dora shoes. Do you see them? Do you, do you? They are so cool! Mooooooomy!"
And with that, I may or may not have told her how exhausting she was before I went to catch Jonny who was trying to join a pick up game of basketball with a bunch of college kids.
3. I found the next marathon I want to do. Ridgeline Ramble. Most likely I'm not dumb enough to do it, but I'd like to. The problem is it is in less than 3 weeks and it is a trail marathon. I haven't done much trail running lately and oh, there is the whole thing about having just finished my first marathon less than a week ago. But then there is the little voice that says, well you proved you can run 26 miles and you wouldn't be racing this one, it would just be another long run on a Saturday. Plus there is also the not so little voice that came from my mom saying, "You can't do it. You would literally die." My mom, of all people should know better than to tell me I can't do something. :) And no mom, I would not die. Don't worry though, I'm probably not that dumb, probably.