The Bob is somewhat bigger and will be great for jogging with, trips to the park, and outdoorsy things, but I do think we'll need a smaller one. There was a floor model of the Quinny on clearance at BRU recently, and its so plush. It just FEELS like it would be comfy. I wish I could try it out for me! Its not the smallest one out there (not even the smallest Quinny) but it seems so versatile. And nice.
I don't think I can convince Princess Charming to get two pricey strollers though, especially since my cousin gave us her small one (more than an umbrella but less than a big one...she called it her "girl shopping stroller" (she has boy/girl twins)).
I like this title.
I'll use it again in two weeks.
Two weeks until the semester is over.
And I run out of excuses to half train and totally not work towards losing that 15-30 lbs (depending on what my "goal" is) I've put on.
For now though, I am working on my paper watching the Biggest Loser with an oatmeal scotchie. Or three. Shh.
In honor of our dog - he's not a puppy anymore I guess - who woke me up by taking my spot on the bed today. I was wedged so tight between him and my wife I couldn't roll over. He has a bed in the bedroom too. Brat.
When I trained for both of my marathons, I was awesome. I stuck to my plan. I ran 4 days a week, without fail. I didn't skip long runs. For a long while, I've had trouble replicating this motivation.
I was doing really well this time though. I've already done two ten milers (well, one was a nine miler with HIIT on the end) and am still two Sundays out from the race. Today is supposed to be 10-12.
I cannot get myself outside. I am just so. freaking. tired.
I did play 80 minutes yesterday, but am not abnormally banged up (though there is a small bruise on my shin that I am sure would be annoying to run with). I slept 9.5 hours. I've eaten. Hydrated.
But I am tired.
I talked about this with Princess Charming, and I am starting to think it is just emotional. I'm so worn out from classes, from work, from rugby, from listing the freaking house...I just lack the emotional energy to be really involved/obsessed/dedicated to training.
I might try to get 4 or 5 in tonight, but I might just scrap it. I'm doing a 10 next weekend and it'll have to do. I'm not looking to PR, just finish strong for being a little undertrained (long runs aside, I'm not doing that well here...I've been averaging around 17 miles per week, well under the 25 I'd planned).
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Though I do like the lack of clutter.
But how I feel about it might not matter anyway given how there's two pretty much identical houses for sale within 2 blocks (well, I'm sure they were identical 50 yrs ago and are more or less so now). Our market is pretty stable too, so I can't imagine what its like in areas with a lot of foreclosures and such.
So we're seriously considering selling our house, since Princess Charming has a wonderful job 90 miles away (and has been doing a terrible commute - and crashing at my parents' sometimes - for well over a year). This wasn't really the intention when we bought it two years ago, but no one can control small businesses (not ours!) going under and in that case no one (logical anyway) can turn down a position with a great company that is a great fit when facing impending unemployment, even if it is rather far from home.
I am so stressed out about this.
There's a lot of reasons for this, but a big one in New Jersey. HOWWWWW do I keep going back? There's benefits, don't get my wrong. My family (well, my parents...I have a tiny family) is there, I have a couple of friends I'm still in touch with there....but it is Jersey: the land of the strip malls, incredibly high real estate taxes (and housing costs to match), fake nails, bleach blondes, and really wretched traffic on "highways" that resemble access roads in TX without the attached freeways. And there's this vague sense of failure at moving "home," even though this time it has nothing to do with me personally and really is a great career move for Princess Charming.
Also, I clearly need a new job to make this work (shhhhh.....I'm not discussing this in my current job yet), and given NJ's current state budget, this is a problem since I work in higher ed and don't really want to commute to NYC from the area we plan to live in (likely 45 min via bus or train, then some subway time, for at least an hour total without accounting for delays and walking...yuck...that's worse than what I do now), so I have no idea if the schools are going to start hiring (not a lot of private schools- i.e. schools with cash - in NJ). Postings have been slow so far, and I don't want to just take A job. I want THE job. OK, maybe not THE job, but something on the right path for my career and in an appropriate pay range for my experience and education. Easier said than done, especially when thinking about keeping our commutes reasonable.
And lastly, I am really sad to leave here. Not for logical reasons. I don't have a bunch of close friends here. I'm not attached to SEPTA. I'm a little sad to leave our house which we've made a good little home, but not super sad (its a 1950s split for heaven's sake!). I am, however, pretty bummed to leave my rugby team here and my college kids that we coach. I am really dreading telling both of them, and sad about it to the point I'm really tempted (well, lets put the job hunt IFs aside for this) to just figure out how to stay through the fall competitive season. I was more reasonable about this before our tournament this past weekend, and am now totally bummed. I spilled the beans to a teammate on the plane, and her reaction was "but, if you get a new job, this is it! you'll be gone after the spring!" Yes, I know that. But hearing it is weirdly heartbreaking. And my two top college players came on the trip (and were rock stars) and I already feel like we're abandoning them and totally letting them down by moving and I have no idea who we can find to replace us for their fall season. I am sad on their behalf sort of, and don't want to put that kind of pressure on their captain. This, logic says, is nice of me but a completely irrational reason to put our lives on hold. We do get paid for coaching, but it's not much, and probably works out to something like $5/hr (I don't want to do the math on it).
Sigh.
I know this is a good thing and good for us family and career wise, and I know things could be worse in a multitude of different ways and that we have it pretty damn good, but I'm still kind of bummed out today.
