Feels Just Like It Should

Well, Monday I made progress on my apartment. I made a list so that I could have the pleasure of marking things off that list. (I thoroughly enjoy that.) I started with my bedroom. I cleaned out my desk drawer, my side table drawer and then hit the closets. I decided what clothes would go to Philly, what would go to my parent's house, and what would be trashed/donated. I then went through all of my shoes (which was not a small task) and decided again, what would go to Philly, what would go to my parent's house and what would be trashed/donated. I found three (3) pairs of the same running shoe and decided two of those could be donated to Luke's Locker (they were for marathon training, alright!) There is still more to do in my room and closets, but for some reason I was sitting in my kitchen and decided to clean that out. I re-organized my cabinets and cleaned off the top of the refrigerator which had become a make shift storage unit. The only problem is that everything that was designated "trash/donation" is sitting in my living room. It will probably stay there too until my mom comes and moves it because I just don't feel like it.

After making a (very small) dent in my cleaning, I headed back to my parent's house. For some reason, I just did not feel like being in my apartment. I usually LOVE my alone time, but lately I've had bad cabin fever and couldn't face staying at my place Monday night.

Tuesday morning I woke up and didn't feel like doing anything. So I didn't. I laid on the couch or on the floor with Wilbur (he's been banned from the couch since he had back surgery) and watched TV all day, from probably 9 in the morning until about 11 that night. I couldn't tell you the last time I watched that much TV. I never watch TV. I had absolutely no desire to get up for any reason. I knew I had to go to work today, but I didn't even want to drive home and stay at my place last night. So, I stayed another night with my parents. I didn't care that I had to get up at 5 in order to make it to work on time. I figure I did it for almost 3 years while in grad school and before I moved out.

I must say, it was nice to get back in a routine today at work. I was crazy busy which helped to keep my mind off things. I know I'm still stressed about things, but I have a job to do and have to at least make it through these next 2 weeks of work. I also for some really strange reason decided to go run after work. Why, I don't know because today is probably the coldest day we have had so far. So, I put on my running tights, long sleeves, gloves, and my Garmin (of course!) and headed out. At first things were okay. Yeah, it was cold, but I would rather run in cold weather than hot. I chose to run the Armstrong hill just in case I follow through and run the White Rock Half Marathon this Sunday. I made it up the hill and to the Katy Trail. Two things then began to bother me. 1. My shoulder. Maybe I should have listened to Dr. Scheinberg when he told me not to run because it will still cause jarring. But I don't listen, so there. 2. My peroneal tendonitis just might be coming back. Boo! I thought I got rid of that before the marathon by wearing the boot and not running. Guess not! So, I made it two miles and then walked 2 more. While it was good to get out and do something, it sort of discouraged me about this weekend. I'm not shooting for a PR, but if I start this half marathon, then I want to finish. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

By the way...21 days until I move.