The return of catalogue snowflakes. // Sunday morning therapy session.
Thursday and Friday were rough days for me. After the almost two-week mental roller coaster ride finally ended, I felt completely out-of-sorts. Deflated. Confused.
Friday morning I took Alice to Dino-land and, as I sat there recounting the last few days, I felt stupid for letting myself get so caught up in whether or not I was pregnant. I also felt betrayed and angry at my body! And as I sat there feeling sorry for myself, I started to cry. At Dino-land. Not surprisingly we left right after that.
After writing that blog post and then after an afternoon play date with a friend who was willing to listen (thanks, Jill!), I felt much better. And by Friday night, I was happily enjoying wine and Breaking Bad and not thinking all that much about those last 12 days.
The rest of our weekend was spent mostly inside and out of the snow and single-digit temperatures. On Saturday I had the urge to craft and made catalogue snowflakes and a snowman for our balcony window while Alice napped. And then on Sunday Alice went to her Grandma Julie and Zayde Aharon's house for the day! Lee crazily went for a mountain bike ride with 6 inches of fresh snow on the ground (!!) while I went for a much-needed solo run.
As I ran up the hills of the Avenues, through snowy City Creek Canyon and back toward downtown to our loft, I felt so clear-headed. And so happy not to be pregnant at that moment as I pushed myself to a 7:19 and a 7:05 for my last two miles home.
Weekend workouts: Saturday - Rest day! Sunday - Run! 6.3 miles/51:36 minutes/552 feet elevation gain. Snowy and sunny and fast and just what I needed.
Big Kitty & shadows of snowflakes.