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I have no real point to this post, just feel like typing about running.

I have decided to jump into the "Holiday Streak", where I don't take a day off between Thanksgiving & New Year's. A lot of runners do that, and that'll most likely spark me to keep it going like I had before. Started the streak off on Thanksgiving with an easy 3miles & I even made a hand turkey in the snow:

It was a super peaceful run between Canton & Wayne, and although it was along the 4 garbage dumps, I actually kinda like that run.The next night, I ran a short run in the dark around my subdivision, and even clocked a pretty quick mile. Then that leads to the next night: I have to run in the dark a lot, either in the morning when I get to work, or at night because of scheduling. If it's the morning, I run in Ann Arbor, and it's pretty lit and there's several other runners out & about, too (today I saw a guy running with his giant standard poodle- so cute!) If I do it in the evening, I just run my subdivision loop over and over because it's conveniently a 1/2 mile exactly. Nobody's ever out, especially now, it's cold. But that night, I freaked myself out so bad. Your mind wanders when you run, and I started thinking of how someone was going to kidnap me and murder me, and all the details in between. I started planning how I'd beg for the kidnapper to let me go because I had kids who needed their mom and started panicking because what would they do without me?! Sooo. I went home and showered after one mile because I couldn't take the anxiety. So incredibly stupid. Generally, my mind wanders, but it's things like recipes, I should call my grandma, I wonder if my friend can play the bongos.. etc. Not how I'm going to plea with my kidnapper.

Yesterday I ran with Bonnie- my high school running partner. We found a pretty nice state park in between both our houses and got a solid 6 & a half. Felt really good, and I missed running with someone. Isabel hasn't wanted to run with me because she says it's way tooooo cold! I miss my dog, Roxy. She always ran with me. My dog, Matilda, who I still have, barely wants to even go outside to use the bathroom and she rarely moves from her bed. She's lazy. And she's only 4. Maybe if I had a big running dog, I'd not be afraid of murderers. (hint hint Ryan...)

The veganism is going swimmingly. For thanksgiving, I bought Ryan one of those $5 chickens from the grocery store so he wasn't meatless, and made an entire meal without any animal products. My vegan pie I got from Whole Foods somehow got moldy in my pantry, so I had to improvise & have Oreos for dessert. (yes, they're vegan!)But it was a lovely holiday, just us two, (the kids were gone with relatives) and I never got out of pjs except for my garbage dump run.  AND I was stuffed from all my yummy food :)