I’ve talked on here before about getting going with a running plan, but my consistency in some of those attempts has left a bit to be desired. I end up cutting back from 3 runs in a week to 2, and soon there’s no running at all. I got started on that “Couch to 5K” plan that involves progressively increasing the run-to-walk ratio of the workouts each week for about 9 weeks, but then I stalled out on week 4 for like a month and a half.
And then I got talked into signing up for the LA Marathon. Next March, I’ll join up with thousands of other runners to run 26 miles and 385 yards (42.195 kilometers) across the City of Los Angeles.
The argument that really got me was that having a specific goal in sight will help keep my training going. Judging by the chart above showing my total distance over the past few months (only since I started using Runkeeper), there might be some validity to that theory.
As if training for a marathon wasn’t enough, a friend has also talked me into setting a NaNoWriMo goal for myself. I won’t be trying to write an entire novel in the month of November, but I will be rewriting (at least) the first three chapters of Never Enough this month. My goal is 15 pages a week, or roughly a third of the standard NaNoWriMo goal. I’m just trying to be realistic. (You know, by signing up for a marathon and a novel-writing challenge at the same time.)
As for Mom’s house, one of the siblings is partnering with an old friend of mine to buy the house and remodel/renovate it. It’s nice to know that a family member will be involved in that process, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it works out.
Today we will do our best to sell Mom’s house by way of a real estate auction. The house will have been in our family for nearly 30 years, and I believe I can speak for all of my siblings when I say it’s very sad to see it go. The unfortunate reality, though, is that it’s not a project any of us is willing or able to undertake at this point in our lives. The years ahead may reveal whether any of us will end up residing in Paxton once more, but until then, we’re just hoping this house can become a good home for someone else. We shall see, soon enough.
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We did an estate sale at Mom’s house in mid-September, around the same time that she was initially diagnosed with breast cancer last year. These are just some of the things that were left over after a very successful 4-day sale.We are very happy with the sale and everything worked out perfectly.We used sedonalakes.com pearland homes for sale to sell the house and everything was ok with them.I strongly recommend them.
Mom sure took advantage of the space she had in that house. Image gallery after the jump
Two weeks ago, I fashioned myself a crude pinhole viewer using two small pieces of paper to watch the annular eclipse that was taking place. On June 4th, I’ll try to get outdoors around moonset to see a partial lunar eclipse. And then on June 5th, I’ll see if I can’t find some #14 welder’s glasses to check out the Transit of Venus.
Look to the skies, people!
I just got back from another nice weekend up north, hanging with the Ferrara clan. We had fun watching the final Yankees game for the AA season, and then Savino and Marco both had their first playoff games on Tuesday evening, so I stuck around for those before getting on the road back home. (335 miles in 4 hours 35 minutes Tuesday night. Not claiming I didn’t bend a couple traffic laws along the way.)
Now I’m back in LA, for the first time in months having no plans to head out again all that soon. That could change, of course!
I commented to some friends today that I’ve just reached the quadruple digits on the repayment for my car. Sounds kinda cool, until you do the math.
I’ve owned this car for four years. Rounding down to $300/month for payments for 48 months, that’s just shy of $15 grand, which was roughly the sticker price of the car when I bought it. The blue book value of the car today is right on par with what I still owe.
In other news, this is the three-year anniversary of my first marriage. I guess I got out cheap?