"I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A barrel in a heap and I'm talking in my sleep about you. Because I love you. A bushel and a peck."
My mom used to sing that song to me when I was a kid as I went to bed and, as I got older, on my voicemail in a purposefully awful voice for fun. Just "singing" the lyrics in my head makes me all warm and fuzzy.
Wait. Maybe it's the coffee and the chocolate mint VitaTop. Hmm.
I still like the song, and it astounded me that Mark never heard it as a kid. His parents may have taken him to Disney World (this girl has never been, by the way) but my mom sang me that song. Pat for the WIN!
1. Talking about the song might seem unlikely but I was singing it this week as I thought of you lovely readers. Your kind and MOTIVATING comments on my Marathon Monday post were just what I needed to see. Each one brought a smile to my face and encouraged me as I worked on my new training plan.
My new plan incorporates the quality runs of "Train Like a Mother" and the long run schedule of Hal Higdon's Novice 2 marathon schedule. It also factors in my plan to run the Indy Women's half marathon on Sept. 1 and my refusal to run more than 8 miles during the week. Hello, job. Hello, kid.
Here's what the next few weeks look like:
It's daunting but I'm hoping manageable. I'm also giving myself permission to drop down to four days, as Hal's plan dictates, to save my sanity.
2. I loved, loved, loved your emails for the Quorn giveaway. It was fun to see where a lot of y'all are from and also to read some of the more personal messages. I have sent out all but a few of the envelopes, and I think I still have five sets of coupons remaining. Email me at hlthystrides at gmail dot com if you want in.
3. OK. I only love you for two things. It's about all the love I can manage right now. Between the oppressive humidity returning and a teething baby, it's all I can do not to drink myself silly on the screened in porch.