I need a treadmill, you guys. Actually, I need two treadmills. Stay with me here. I’m serious.

If 2019 was off to a bit of a slow start (and I’m not even so sure about that - it may have just been me), February has gone completely crazy behind the wheel. AndI’m pretty sure it’s left me stranded on the side of the road wondering what the heck happened. At least that’s how I’m feeling right now.

We are officially those crazy people who drive hundreds of miles to adopt a dog. This past weekend, we made a 36 hour (total) journey to and from Wilmington, Delaware to adopt a sweet, senior beagle girl named Willow Rose.

I’m training for absolutely nothing right now. Nothing. I have no set schedule (other than one that’s self-imposed), I have no idea when my next race will be, and I’m not exactly sure where I’m going. And I am thoroughly enjoying it.

Well, here we are. Training is finished and the race is a few days away. Like every training cycle, things didn’t go according to plan. However, I got through the training - actual training, not some slog trying to masquerade as training. That’s a first in several years. And that alone is an accomplishment and something to celebrate.

We finally saw some fall weather here in the swampy south. Temps actually dipped into the 50s (lows, highs still in the 70s), so I ended up with some decent runs (finally!).

Sigh. Fall nuttery is in full swing over here. As much as I love this time of year, it’s also so busy.

So, last week wasn’t my most stellar week, and I’m a bit late to the weekly recap party. But I’m still moving along.

And with that, week four of fall training is complete. Like the gazillion weeks before it, this week was hot and humid, and running was tough.

I don’t even know what to say about this past week. I don’t know if it was allergies, current events, lack of sleep, or a combination of a bunch of things, but I felt awful last week.

Fall training may be under way, but it is definitely not feeling even remotely like fall.

This past week, in what’s become an unfortunate annual fall tradition, we evacuated from a hurricane.

That's a wrap on my lollygagging before leaping into fall training. Last week marked the end of rebuilding and the beginning of fall training. It was a weird week, though.

So I went out three nights in a row this past week - nothing crazy, just out until about 10:30 and a glass or two of wine. And wow, did it wipe me out! A definite reminder that I am not 25 anymore.

This week I took off from freelance work and the day job. I also apparently messed up last week's blog post in the process.

Weeks like last week are exactly why I freelance and work remotely. Last Sunday, we packed up our stuff (and our dogs!) and headed home to Pennsylvania for two weeks.

This week was one of those meh weeks. The ones between two slightly more exciting weeks, where I just got things done and got ready for the coming week. 

My birthday celebrations from last week continued this week, which was the week of my actual birthday.

Last week was so crazy and busy with work and freelance life that I'm not even entirely sure what happened.

Last week just a weird one. I had a pretty crazy schedule with work and the weather was just terrible.