View of Oak Beach and North Beach from my recent trip to HancockTower.
All of July, I’ve felt like I am on a vacation. No kidding.My parents visited for July 4th. Angel came the following weekend with entirely too many goodies. My nephews, sister and brother-in-law visited a few days later. And right now, my in-laws are hanging out with us.
Having guests gives me an opportunity to delay chores like laundering clothes and dusting. Instead I am busy playing guide in the fine city of Chicago, staying up late engrossed in awesome conversations, and of course eating; lots and lots of eating.
I will admit, I have been a little indolent in taking my guests out for local eats and for once this has nothing to do with my frugalness. Instead, it has everything to do with how well most of them cook. Except who wants to cook while on vacation?? Lucky for me they have all happily obliged (or that I haven’t dug deeper into their “yes”). I have surrendered my kitchen this month and good god I’ve eaten so well. I will miss this while I am trying to catch up on that laundry.
It’s not all fun and games though. I have kept up with my running (3 times a week) and yoga (1 to 3 times a week). The long runs have been particularly awful. Gigi and I run together on Sundays and if it wasn’t for her I am not sure “long” would be part of my vocabulary at this time. We start early (6:00am) so that we can be done before it gets too hot and before the guests awake.
Every Sunday I finish my run feeling like it was my worst. Until next Sunday when I struggle even more. Yesterday I almost broke down when I got home. Instead of feeling like I can do this, I’ve been doubting the possibility that I can finish 26.2 miles. It’s just too damn long!
I chug along nonetheless. With at least my belly happy and content.