Keira was so proud to start third grade on Monday. She had been looking forward to going back to school the whole summer. School must have changed a lot of the years because I don’t remember myself ever having been so excited to go back to school.
I was joking with her over the summer holiday that we should stay in Spain because the weather was so lovely and we were having such a good time.
She told me, in her most serious, grown-up voice, that we couldn’t do that because she had to begin third grade and that we absolutely had to go back to Norway.
So, school started on Monday and here’s Keira proud as can be and sporting her new back pack.
And she started tennis classes again, twice a week after school.
A little running update
I continued the test runs this week. I ran 5 km on Tuesday and 10km on Thursday. After the 10km run Thursday morning, I also went to visit the physical therapist.
I’m not sure if it was the length of the run or if it was the combination of the run with physical therapy, but I wasn’t in such great shape on Thursday. My achilles tendon and calf ached miserably.
And on Friday, I could barely walk without pain. Needless to say, I’ve been in kind of a slump.
Not only because of the pain, but I kept thinking about the run on Thursday. That 10km was not easy to run. Not like before. I kept looking at my watch, counting the kilometers and looking at the time.
I couldn’t understand why I kept doing that. Only just a few weeks ago, I was running 17km, not really counting either the time or the km that were passing. Those things seem to fly by. Now, time seems to have slowed to a crawl.
On Saturday, I went out with my friend Tracey, to ride 21 km instead of doing the long run on the elliptical machine.
It was a gorgeous day for a ride in the forest. The sun was shining. The air was so fresh and cool, but not too cold.
It was Tracey’s first time on this route and she enjoyed it just as much as I did.
As I was riding though, every now and then, I would think — OMG. This is 21 km. This is the same distance as a half-marathon. I am on a bike, and I am still counting the kilometers.
How am I going to make a half-marathon running?
In the process of being injured and off my running schedule, something has happened to my thought processes. I don’t feel as positive as before. Maybe because I feel like I am experiencing setback after setback. Just when I think that my leg is getting better, it’s not.
And when I do run, it’s hard. It’s like starting all over again.
There are only two more weeks before the Stockholm Half Marathon. I wake up every morning wondering how my leg will feel, hoping that miraculously, the pain will go away and I can start training like I used to. Boo. The pain is still there.
Fun things this week
I guess you’ve figured out by now that most of my thoughts center around getting well and running in the race. But, despite that worry, there’s still time for some fun.
We celebrated Tracey’s birthday this week with dinner and a movie. We had a lovely dinner at a local Tapas restaurant that we had never tried before.
The newest Start Trek movie was in 3D. Don’t you love our cool glasses?
We met my friend, Tony and his son in the park for some Pokemon hunting.
What about you? What were you up to this weekend?