Before we go I need to pick up some pottery J painted last week (to be given to said cousin), and hit the grocery for many things, including cupcake fixins. I hope to exercise, too. We'll see if it can fit in to the day's schedule. I'm not pressuring myself.
I had gotten so far off my regular routine that I worried I had lost a substantial amount of fitness - meaning workouts would have to be scaled back (in terms of speed or weight) until I could get back to ground zero. Yesterday, however, I hit the treadmill for 4.5, and was delighted to find my base 8:34 pace still felt comfortable. Earlier in the week I had done a Cathe Pyramid Upper Body video and was pleasantly sore subsequently. You know, as opposed to being incapacitated.
The rest of this weekend will still qualify as holiday, but next week I will set a new course with new goals. Maybe I'll mix back in speed work, though I know distance should be first on the list.
Also for the remainder of this weekend, holiday will mean indulging shamelessly in my family. For instance, I am watching JBL enjoy his breakfast with J closeby, climbing on him and pointing out pictures and words on his laptop. And now she's dancing to the song list JBL built for the morning on the Squeezebox.
She and I will make the cupcakes for tonight, using the rest of the Christmas baking decorations, and will laugh over cracked eggs and spattered icing. I will read to her and try to get her to nap. She won't nap, of course, but we'll try. She has a wet cough this morning that I hope will amount to nothing.
JBL and I will drop her with Dawn and Sam, and after staying for a drink, we will head down to Virginia. We will listen to music and hold hands the whole way. When we arrive, the music will continue. JBL and Mark will disappear downstairs to pick a wine to have with dinner. Carol and I will chat and gnosh on cheese and olives. There will be a fire in the giant stone fireplace. The food will be lush, the drinks free-flowing. I will fall asleep listening to JBL and Mark reminiscing downstairs.
Tomorrow we'll return, pick up J, and recover at home in time to watch the Ravens play Oakland. J will don her new Flacco jersey and grab her purple pom-poms. We'll all lay on the sofa and cheer. We'll have leftover smoked chicken for dinner (thanks to generous neighbors). We'll spend the rest of the evening staring at the world's most beautiful tree. And yes, I am biased, but come on:
Woops - I was just interrupted by J. I turned to see her standing under the mistletoe in the kitchen doorway, now smiling at me, now looking up meaningfully. Several dozen kisses later, she is back at her work table with her Barbie Fashion Plates. And I am here, writing about joy, peace and indulgence. Thank you God.
Happy new year...
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