ooof.

I haven't run in two weeks. 

And I'm starting to feel the effects. 

Biking and fitness videos be damned, I want to run. 

Eliza is acting up, the other day she "brushed" her hair with Daddy's shaver that he accidentally left in the downstairs bathroom, and picture day is Wednesday.  It's thinned out, but doesn't look too bad, but there was so much hair in the garbage it looked like a small animal.

She got out of bed two nights in a row, the first night I caught her with her hands plunged into a tub of my Mom's moisturizer, her arms and legs looked like an oil slick. The next night she snuck back into the bathroom and emptied an entire bottle of Crabtree and Evelyn powder, the bathroom was covered in it, and like someone dumped a bag of flour on her head.

Then she threw popcorn kernels in the fish tank, and they started to sprout.

As usual, Luke is being an angel...aside from tracking two soccer cleats worth of dog poop into the Jeep after practice.

I made Butternut Squash soup, and it was more babyfood like than soup like.  It was still good though.

I got my lip waxed, and for the first time ever, I had some weird reaction and it erupted into huge, itchy welts. I felt like I had a duck bill and had to buy Benadryl cream for it.

By Friday afternoon I was pacing around the living room feeling like a Lion in a cage.  I've read my InStyle and Glamour, but haven't cracked open my Runners World.  Even my Halloween socks were making me think Boo Hoo.

I get like that sometimes, a really bummed out feeling, that nothing but a good crying jag can cure.  Then I feel guilty because I have absolutely nothing to complain about.  But I cry anyway.

Mike suggested some retail therapy, and I did need new jeans.  Although next to bathing suit shopping, there is nothing worse than jean shopping.   After trying on a gazillion pairs at Macy's with no success, we went to the Gap, where they have my favorite cut, Long and Lean....and they were 40% off to boot.  Although they didn't have my size, but after the sales guy let me plow through the pile of discards in the dressing room, I found them! Yee-ha!

Then on Sunday morning, I walked into church, and this little girl looked up at me and said "WOW! You're TALL!!!" 

Which made me laugh.

Then an afternoon of football, and chatting with my girls at the kitchen table along with vino and guacamole helped my spirits even more.

So this is the last week of no running.

And no complaining.

Bring on the Jackie Warner Power Circuit.  (the ab section is a killer).