Guess what day it is?!
We heralded the first day of our last semester of class with three 2-hour classes (woo every Monday!) but I think we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, so that’ll get us through the semester. And through the winter.
Oh the winter. We had some nasty ice/snow/slush coming from the sky all night, so roads were a wet mess this morning. I took a rest day from running and/or the gym to give myself plenty of time for the drive this morning….but it’s all good because I’m still riding the high from my TOTALLY pain-free treadmill run on Sunday!
Ryan and I went to the Indy YMCA on Sunday morning for a quick workout. I’m not joking about the quick part–the fire alarm went off 33 minutes into our workouts and they were wishy-washy about whether to evacuate the building (um?), so they shepherded us halfway out, and then Ryan and I just left. But not before I fit in four solid miles on the treadmill! And with a right knee that felt like it was made out of gold…or at least a healthy human joint again.There’s the fire truck in the back!
Hopefully (fingers crossed!) I’m on the upswing because this was the first time my knee has felt completely normal. Over winter break, I went on a few short runs both outside and on the treadmill at my house, but my knee felt a little twingy, so I turned into a biker. Surprisingly, it wasn’t so bad! I watched Gilmore Girls or Glee on the easy bike days and listened to 90’s hits on the interval days.
Back to the weekend. After we left the Y, Ryan and I had a picnic lunch on his living room floor because sometimes it’s just more fun to eat on the floor. He made veggie chili that was hands-down the best veggie chili I’ve ever had, even with the new-to-us meat substitute that was really a fungi. He also introduced me to honey vanilla almond milk, which was delicious and made my coffee taste like birthday cake frosting.
Then we bundled up and spent the rest of the afternoon at the Indianapolis Museum of Art.
I’m reading Karen by Marie Killilea for the “memoir” category. Karen was born with cerebral palsy in the 1940’s, when cerebral palsy was “unknown territory” with little research. This book is her mother’s account of their family’s experience with figuring out cerebral palsy, and it’s fascinating! This book pulled me right in.
Tips for staying entertained on the treadmill?
How’s your weather?