as in I clearly did not knock hard enough when I wrote my last post.
Life, courtesy of Thing 2, continues along its crazy path. But this isn’t the good and funny crazy. It’s much more serious and life-altering. One day, fingers’ crossed, I’ll find the humor in this mess, but it’s not there right now.
Running helps. I’m not sure where my mind will be for my goal race this coming Sunday, but I’m going to give it my best shot. Last week I totally messed up my 7 mile tempo run with a bucket load of tears in the middle. Needless to say, I didn’t quite hit my paces. Today, I took a mulligan on that run and totally nailed it. I’m not sure if it’s smart to throw a tempo run into a taper. I guess I’ll find out Sunday.
I haven’t been able to do much knitting or sewing, but I’m lining up some projects. I need something long and complicated. Here’s where I’m going:
The jacket’s not complicated (even though I’ve never sewn a jacket), and I love the collar. The aran sweater is from Mulberry–it’s RTW, but I’m going to figure out a pattern for this somehow. And for some reason, I’ve a hankering for a fisherman’s smock. No idea why.
There are a lot of question marks chez Sato right now. I hate question marks. The running, the knitting, the sewing–all come with patterns (or maps). All have a beginning, middle, end. This crap with Thing 2, well, we’ve been thrust into a beginning, and without any sort of pattern or roadmap (although tons of support I must add), we’re going to have to muddle through to a middle and (hopefully) promising end. It’s a bit nerve-wracking though.