Let's keep this going

I got an email that my domain automatically renewed for another year, so I guess we're still doing this. 

Ever the glutton for punishment, I'm currently in the throes of training for my 12th half marathon. At least I THINK it's my 12th. I honestly don't know. I feel like I've run my 11th half marathon like, four times already. But I think twelve is fair. 

I'm training for the Hoosier Half Marathon this April and I haven't even registeredI have THAT much confidence in my abilities. 

I was hoping that I'd be able to report that I'm back to my old self and crushing miles left and right, but that's definitely not the case. I've given up trying to diagnose the issue. My right hamstring feels like it's likely to snap in half at any given point during my workouts, but no amount of foam rolling and gentle stretching has managed to help the problem for an entire YEAR AND A HALF. The muscle might be over lengthened. It might be too tight. Everyone says something different. 

There's also a possibility that I have overtraining syndrome, which scares the dickens out of me.

I don't want to say that I've given up (I wouldn't be shuffling my body up and down Clear Creek trail for 10 miles at a time if I did), but I'm slowly letting go of my aspirations to ever getting back to where I was. I've stopped looking at my Time Hop app because if I see one more blog post I wrote about how fast I ran, I'm going to reach back in time and strangle myself. 

Since my vein surgery last October, I think my feet shrank. A pair of New Balance shoes I ran in right before my surgery are now so big that my heel slides back and forth. So I guess that's something? My Fred Flinstone feet are now slightly less Fred Flinstone-y.

The doctor also said that the nerve damage I endured during the surgery could take almost a year to heal and I don't think he was kidding. The insides of my legs were numb for months and lately I've been getting a slightly painful, itching sensation that feels like my nerves are finally waking up. Fingers crossed that's the case because not being able to feel anything is really bizarre. 

About three weeks ago I cut 5-6 inches off of my hair. 

^^Please note: My hair does not that look like this on a regular basis. It's curled and hairsprayed within an inch of its life here and I normally wear it straight. 

It was a healthy, much-needed cut and in retrospect, I don't know why I was stressing it so much. I definitely miss being able to pile my hair in a messy bun, but other than that, it's business as usual. My hair falls just past my collar bone and is angled a bit so that the back is slightly shorter than the front. In addition to wanting to give up my dream of ever setting a half marathon PR again, I've apparently also given up my dream of having long, lustrous hair. It's just not in the cards. Acceptance is a beautiful thing. 

In early February, Clayton and I replaced the carpet in our house. We'd been saving our pennies and Clayton grew tired of hearing me complain about it for four years, so we finally went for it. To save a little bit of money, we pulled up the old carpet ourselves and I was utterly disgusted to see all of the pet stains that had seeped through the old carpet and into the pad. I think the previous homeowners didn't even realize their dog was peeing in certain areas because it was obviously never cleaned up and trust me, it was bad.

And I may or may not have drawn a lewd picture on the old carpet with paint before we pulled it up. 

When I came home from work and saw our beautiful, freshly installed carpet, my eyes welled up with tears. Our house smells fresh and I'm not embarrassed to have people over! But please, for the love all of things sacred and holy, REMOVE YOUR SHOES BEFORE ENTERING. Once Clayton accidentally put on his gym shoes in the bedroom and we had to play a game of Hot Lava to get him out of the house without touching the carpet. 

I'm only 20 years late, but I finally started reading the first Harry Potter book. I bought it on Amazon almost a year ago, but never got around to it. I have nothing against the Harry Potter franchise; it's just not something that I was particularly interested in. The only fantasy series I've ever read was The Lord of the Rings and I don't even know if that counts because it was 8th grade and let's be honest, the movies are WAY better.  But I finished Anna Kendrick's Scrappy Little Nobody and Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone was literally on the floor next to our bed. So I picked it up. I'm about halfway through it, and I'm not going to give away how I feel about it yet.

In other and hopefully more exciting news, Clayton's and my spring vacation is booked and ready to go. In 46 days we'll be sitting on the beaches of Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. When Clayton and I originally started talking about taking a big trip together, we had aspirations of taking a more complicated vacation that required a lot of logistical planning. Then one night over dinner, we got to talking about the trip and it became really obvious we were both skirting around the same issue:

"Um ... I don't want a structured vacation. It drives me insane having a plan for every minute of the day. Like, I don't want to do anything." 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you said that. I've been feeling the same way for the longest time but just went along with our original plan because I thought that's what YOU wanted."

And that's how our Punta Cana vacation came to fruition. All-inclusive resort? I think yes!

But Punta Cana is going to have some mighty big shoes to fill because I honest-to-goodness cannot stop thinking about our time in the Grand Canyon. That is easily one of the Top 5 experiences of my life and I catch myself multiple times a week daydreaming about what it was like hiking into the canyon. I keep telling Clayton that I would be content to spend a whole week doing nothing but walking the canyon trails and that we need to go back. You know that noise Tina Belcher makes when she moans? That's me thinking about the Grand Canyon. 

I mean, come on. Look at it!

I hope you're all doing well. I apologize for the long gaps in posts. It's not you. It's me. 

Let's do this again soon, shall we?