So, we moved. Last Friday.
Not to complain, (whine is probable more accurate, anyway) but my legs/feet hurt more after the move than a marathon. (Eh, that is probably a lie. Last full marathon was 2007 and I have a bad memory, but seriously, they were really sore.)
Moving is no joke. Even if it is only .6 miles.
Love the new house though. Well worth the effort (Zone 2, at the least. THE VERY LEAST, I tell ya.)
So now, after I search both houses for dental floss, my Garmin heart rate strap, Ella's school bag and one missing Dansko clog, hang 376 pictures against Mike's will ("Can we please NOT clutter this house up?" is falling on deaf ears), I AM TRAINING.
Gulf Coast in t minus 2 weeks. Time to focus less on moving furniture and more on moving my ass.
Let's ****ing GOOOO!
Starting to get excited....
Bye, bye old house.
These two jokers made themselves comfortable already.
Alice likes my new closet. Her new nickname is "Shoes". She's obsessed.
We moved in and E lost her first tooth. (Is she old enough? WHAT? Where's my baby?!?)
The cookie welcome basket from our new neighbors...mmmm. Making that race weight goal farther and farther away.