Today I’m Thinking Out Loud about the need to talk early and often with your parents about what they want as they age. To think about what you want as you age.
It’s probably time to start that conversation
If your parents are in their 70s, that is. Don’t be like us, don’t wait until they’re 90 and have put down roots so deep that it’s damn near impossible to pull them up.
I have thought for years that my parents should move. I voiced my concern to my siblings and my parents. Pretty much everyone ignored me. Even now my siblings (not to mention my parents) are guilt ridden and beginning to think maybe they should just stay in their house.
I am sad, but I do not feel any guilt whatsoever. That house is an albatross, it’s not safe, and it’s increasingly isolating to them.
I hope that by the time I am 75, I am in a much better living situation and giving thought to what I should do as I age. I want to break the cycle. I have no children to be a burden to, but that is both a blessing and a curse.
I have to start watching that sugar
As the days get shorter, I find the sugar cravings increase. Well, the days are definitely getting shorter.
This is the time of year, soon, when I start gaining weight. I do have 2 halfs lined up, so maybe that will help counteract some of that weight gain. Usually at a certain weekly mileage, I don’t have as much trouble maintaining my weight and can afford a few more sweets.
This is the first year that I (hopefully) run a half in December, so it will be interesting how that plays out. Although that’s not true, RnR Vegas was in December . . . but so long ago.
What I’m loving lately
Epic Bars (affiliate link). Sorry, my veggie/vegan friends. Although they do have some sugar from dried fruits, I find them very satisfying and they’re easy to carry around. I like the taste; Mr. Judy was not impressed, although my sister seemed to like it
I’ve been practically living on the things the last few weeks — just a slight exaggeration. I often grabbed one with a few carrots for a fast meal before I left my parents. And I almost always carry some in my purse, just in case.
It’s back to that whole sugar thing, so many protein bars have so much sugar, and lately I haven’t had much time to bake my own.
How’d RnR Philly go?
I know so many of you ran it! And I was tied up with family all weekend. Then very busy when I got home. I may never have time to catch up with your blogs, but I’d love it if you commented and let me know how it went!
It snuck up on me, as usual
I am less than a month out from my next half marathon (assuming I go, which I think I will). It never fails to amaze me how it just creeps up on you. Every time. You can spend many months training, and suddenly it’s like — whoa! where did that come from?
I usually have a pretty good feel for how it might go, but I’m really not sure with this one. This might just have been the toughest training cycle I’ve had so far: lots of stress, more solo than expected, many sleepless nights, one missed long run, not enough speedwork, not as much weekly mileage as I’d like to see.
On the other hand, I’m not injured (so far, anyway, don’t want to tempt the running Gods). Oh sure, after months of training, things ache sometimes, but that’s to be expected. Mostly I feel relatively strong.
Fall halfs tend to be my strong suit, but since this is a racecation in AZ, well, I guess we’ll just wait and see, right?
And speaking of sneaky races . . .
I know where I’ll be on Friday at noon. I think, anyway. Staring at my ipad, trying to sign up for the best damn race in New Orleans for hopefully not a lot of money.
Who’s with me?
On Wednesday, Mr. Judy had to go into work early. I walked the dogs. Together. Which may not sound like a lot; Mr. Judy has been doing it a while.
I actually think that Bandit is not quite ready for it. We’re still working on loose leash walking with him. He’s pretty good the majority of time — until he sees something that really catches his interest.
But it went okay. I hooked Lola up to a hands free leash, although I had to lift up one end because she didn’t like the feel of it on her back if I left it as is. It did allow me to drop her leash when picking up something, giving a treat, etc. Bandit walked on his regular leash. The leashes never got tangled, although they had to be passed over and under sometimes.
Bandit tends to want to go to sleep pretty early. But he needs to go downstairs with Mr. Judy so that he can have a later last call. He often doesn’t want to move. The other night I just picked him up and carried him downstairs, with him trying to give me kisses most of the way downstairs.
So yeah, he’s come a really long way. But he’s still got a long way to go, and there’s still a lot of management and training involved. And the poop department is still sketchy (one night it was all over the kitchen floor — sorry if that’s TMI!)
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Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:
What are you loving lately?
Any upcoming racecations?
Who wants to run the best damn race in New Orleans with me next spring?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: