In the Spring especially, almost every night, I wish we could leave the house and go for a walk. Unfortunately there's never time in between dinner and bedtime, although I couldn't tell you what we do inbetween! I miss evening walks. When we lived in Cambridge I worked late a few nights a week, and Eric would meet me at the subway and we would walk home together. When Sasha and James lived with us a few years back we could often step out for an hour after Aspen was in bed. Now it's a lot harder to have an evening walk, but the other night we somehow made it happen, and it was glorious.
Oakley has a habit lately of saying "what the?!" and "what the....heck?!" literally all the time.
For the last four weeks my Saturday mornings have consisted of a long run, training for the half marathon I registered for that's in a couple weeks. I started running in middle school as a sprinter, but the older I get the more I enjoy a nice long run. I put on a good podcast (my favorites are Radiolab and Stuff You Missed in History Class) and I'm off. Its great.
The last (and first) time I ran a half was seven years ago. I had trained really hard for it, and found myself really nervous that morning. I felt sick! I thought it was strange because I usually feel anxious before a race; I want to do well, but this was different. Well I ran the race, it was aaaawesome (this is when we were living in Alaska so the views were amazing), and then the next day I felt even worse! Turns out it was morning sickness and I was pregnant. Trust me that ain't happening this time ;).