Week eighteen, day three
Two miles on the schedule today. I’ve been fighting off the crud that’s going around and stayed home sick from work today, but had planned to run with Tony in preparation for the Jingle Bell Run Wednesday. Plus, if I didn’t run, I’d feel guilty. But if I did run, I might make myself feel worse.
So Tony suggested we go for a walk instead, and we decided to walk through Highland Park and look at the Christmas lights. We wandered around a little, and the next thing you know we’re giggling as horse-drawn carriages go by and we try to figure out whether that’s a reindeer or a dog (it was a moose) and I’m climbing into a wooden carousel for a photo op. We ended up walking back down to Eatzi’s to pick up dinner and by the time we got home we had gone 3.1 miles – the exact length of Wednesday’s run.
I have a lot of friends dealing with difficult things this holiday season. Family drama, health issues, court cases lost that should have been won. Most of you know I’m not one to talk about God or fate or karma, because honestly sometimes things are just crappy. But our holiday walk tonight reminded me that even when things don’t go the way you planned, they can still turn out all right. Happy holidays, y’all.