The POD comes today. It works something like the cable guy, except in reverse. You contract with them to drop it off and pick it up.
But, this morning I woke up to about five centimeters of accumulated snow dusting over a layer of ice that formed after it rained last night. The dog is slinking around the house like she’s done something horrible. And this results in her being constantly underfoot. And my morning would not be complete without the start of a head cold.
I’m not complaining, but it is amazing how it always works out this way, don’t you agree. The universe is conspiring against me. Push, push, push!
In case you hadn’t noticed we’re moving again. Oh crap, that puts a bit of a hitch in ye ol’ training plan doesn’t it. Well right now there’s just no way I’m going to be able to get the long runs in until after the bulk of the move is over. Between caring for Aral and getting to Swedish to have my head examined there’s just not enough time or energy. That’s ok though. What I’m going to do is continue with the maintenance work and focus on my core when I can’t run (like all next week).
I’ll adjust the plan and repost it shortly with better dates that will be more likely hit than brushed over.
So we got confirmation about it this morning. We’ve secured a new pad up near Crested Butte and that means we’ll be moving once again. Packing has already started, and we’ll begin looking for a more local storage area sooner than later.
This is good news for our family since our new neighbors have become increasingly annoying. This is good news for me, because I’ll be a lot closer to the trails and mountains I’d so dearly love to get up into. And, with the hope that this winter we’ll break the drought, Tess and I will get to ski our butts off together.