Well, last week wound up being kind of a wash. I just couldn't seem to get up and at 'em at all. Instead, I slept in every day. Well, I say "slept in". Really, I just slept for an extra half hour, then got to work a little early. So I swam on Tuesday, I walked another day, and that was about it for the week.
Yesterday, though, I finally started feeling some motivation to get moving again. It was a gorgeous day! I had church and then came home at 1, made a late lunch for me and Jason, and then went to another meeting for my church responsibilities. I got home at about 6:00 and decided to go for a walk. Jason was out, so I took off on my own down the pretty Boulevard path, listening to funny podcasts.
I texted Jason to let him know I was heading out and he came to find me on his way home, pulling over to the side of the road, asking in a creepy voice, "Want some candy, little girl?" I didn't really want to stop walking, since it was so nice, but he seemed bummed when I said he could go on home without me, so I got in the car. Then he and I went for another walk around our neighborhood. There are so many gorgeous flowers in bloom still, and the air is so fragrant with their scent.
We also wanted to scope out the other houses in the neighborhood that are for sale to size up the competition.
By the way, we close on our house tomorrow!
I've been feeling pretty blase about it up until now, but it's starting to feel real.
I think yesterday's walk helped spark something inside of me to get me back into gear after last week's slothfulness. I didn't get to sleep until close to midnight last night, but I was still raring to go this morning for my strength training class. Now I'm sore, but happy. Tomorrow is Masters swimming!