December 3 (internet down)

Posting Now: (I started this blog in Word a few days ago when the network was unavailable) 

As much as I try not to feel guilty about what has transpired in my marriage, I can’t help but feel the blows rather than absorb them.  The, “you threw our marriage away, tore our family apart, and now you are bankrupting us” was a pretty strong list of inflammatory statements hurled my way today. 

At least this morning began with smiles from the children. They excitedly  sprang out of bed to find out what goodies had been left overnight in the Advent tree.  In the spirit of holiday tradition, I thought it would be fun to start a new Christmas ritual.  I found an Advent tree with little boxes for each day.  When the children arrived at my house yesterday they were excited and inquisitive about the silvery mirrored tree.  It was even suggested that it travel back and forth from one house to another, but I don’t think P would be so fond of it.  I also procured a girlfriend for our Elf on the Shelf – so Elfie at P’s house has a girlfriend, Holly, at my house.  She has assumed watch over the children while they are at this little cabin in the woods.  I didn’t want to transfer elves and trees along with the other various things like backpacks and suitable footwear.

After shuttling the giddy children to school, I decided it was time for me to create a new running route.  My old loop was miles away from my house and I was ready to change it up.  I’ve become rather adept at measuring how many miles it is from one end of a well-traveled road to another.  It was my suspicion that it would be almost exactly 4 miles to run over the bridge at one end of the boulevard and then circle back to run across the other bridge.  I’ve been reading Chi-Running, a book I once checked out from the library.  I’m revisiting the concepts of bent knees and forward motion using a tilt and running from the hips instead of the legs.  Even with the bridge work, my splits went down and I was, in my own way, flying.  There’s the race in March we always do, just us girls; I’d like to be prepared for it, but I never am completely. Such is life  -- always thinking about being motivated to do something, maybe not reaching quite the level we see in our mind’s eye.