Wow! Time sure does fly. I was eating fudge. Next, we were in the Christmas Eve Mass. After that we were hanging the new ornaments for Christmas 2006 on the tree – one for each member of the family. Before I knew it, Christmas had whooshed by.
On Christmas Eve, I took to the local sidewalks with DD and BoBo. Together, we traveled about 4 miles. The pace was good and the traffic lights cooperated well. They were red when we needed to be held back for BoBo (who was not enthusiastic about the run), and they turned green when we were all together. It was cool out, but not cold – it was a great temperature for a run. Even the sun set slowly enough for us to enjoy the changing colors in the sky, but allowed us to get home before darkness was fully upon us. My foot however was not as cooperative.
By the time we were heading off to church, my foot and ankle ached. I tried a wrap, but pulled off the wrap before the mass was done. It looked like I would not be running on Christmas day.
Well, Christmas was wonderfully easy. Having been up VERY late on Christmas Eve, we let the Christmas morning unfold at a nice and easy pace.
YaYa was happy to see that, after tracking his travels for much of Christmas Eve, Santa Claus had arrived at our home during his slumbers. YaYa’s requested items (the bike, DC shoes, and clothes) had magically appeared in our family room.
Our family delighted in unwrapping gifts, eating lots of good food, and later trying to work it off with a hike in the nearby open space preserve. During our hike, my foot periodically let me know that it was not happy.
So, when Cindy IM’d me to ask if I wanted to join her for a run, I had to say no thanks. Instead, the family watched We Are Marshall at the local theater, ate Mexican food, and later enjoyed the apple pie that Cindy left on my doorstep.
I am not totally surprised by this renewed discomfort. Both of my feet are not thrilled with the new shoe set up. I was noticing my toes feeling sort of numb during a couple of the past few of runs. In fact, my good foot has been experiencing this more so than the recovering foot.
The longer recovery is just another reminder that I am not getting any younger. Today is my last day of being 40 years old. Although the bad luck that I have experienced in the past year, I am a little nervous about what the next year will bring. I do hope that 41 will be a year of better health and continued happiness for me.
Of course, I also wish health and happiness to my family, friends, and YOU in 2007.