Everyone close your eyes right now and say a little Christmas prayer for the Gabtop 3000. She is in the fight of her life, trying to survive a bout with a deadly online virus. Terminal illness is never convenient. But in the month of December, it can be particularly painful. And since Brad's big old bulky desktop isn't really a fan of snuggling by the Christmas tree, my online shopping (not to mention my cyber social life) is suffering. Big Time.
But here is what I have been doing in my screen-free time:
Moving to a new place is like going to a new high school. You find yourself trying new things. Hanging out with a different crowd. Taking new classes, inventing a new persona. Insecure teens might get talked into drugs or alcohol. Insecure 40 year olds might get talked into running a 24 hour overnight relay.
Yes, I am running the Ragnar Del Sol in less than three months. No, I have never done anything remotely like this in my entire life. Yes, I am racing with 11 other Mormon moms. (We have approximately 55 kids between the 12 of us and are seriously considering the team name "Sister Wives.") Yes, I am training every day. No, I have not experienced any notable weight-loss. But, yes, it is surprisingly fun and addictive.
The kids are running too. I guess 24/7 sunshine just makes everybody want to lace up the sneakers. The PE teacher sponsors a twice-weekly running club after school, so that's where we can all be found Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. Some of us are fast, some of us are slow. Some of us whine and some of us glow. Needless to say, the backseat of the minivan is not the place you want to be on a Tuesday or Thursday afternoon. Post-run showers are mandatory.
So this is the part where I ask any runners out there for advice on shoes or training or good music for the iPod. In the past, my eyes would completely glaze over when I encountered any running posts...so I promise not to get zealous.
And, if the sick laptop ever makes a miraculous holiday recovery, I will post photos of our Christmas Casa!