Something is amiss when a hamster is waiting to greet you at the door. That’s a dog’s job, and we don’t have a dog; however, 5 ounces of black and white hamster greeted us yesterday when we arrived home from a visit to the grandparents. Apparently Pepper had escaped from her cage while we were away this weekend, and apparently she likes S–or misses her regular feedings–enough to wait for her rescue.
The girls and I spent the weekend with my parents in Norfolk. It was so nice to spend time with them last weekend that we decided to do it again, but this time we drove and they hosted. On Saturday afternoon, we visited the Virginia Zoo.
The zoo has changed considerably from when I was a little girl; however, we wandered through Asia, Africa, Australia, and North America in a little less than two hours.
A visit to see the animals is always a good way to spend a sunny afternoon–especially when you’re anticipating 4+ hours in the car with three girls who can never sync their bladders.
Wandering around at a relaxed pace is also a nice way to work out the kinks after an 8-mile run. Yesterday was my first good run of the week. By good, I mean it was the first run where I didn’t think about quitting and walking home every quarter of a mile. This week I learned that 1 hilly, slushy trail run + 1 session of intervals + 1 workout heavy on lunges and squats + donating 1 pint of blood = 0 motivation x 2 tired, achy legs.
As nice as it is to spend time with my parents and practice man-to-man defense with the girls, it’s good also to be back home in my own bed. The sun is shining, the temperature is stuck over 60°, and Ryan just called from afar. Life feels pretty nice today.