I ran five miles this weekend. By myself.
I'm ridiculously proud of myself, it's kinda silly. I mean, I've run 5 miles consecutively before
.... but I don't know if I've ever done it alone. Felt so good. Painful, but good.
I also started knitting these. I nearly finished one on Sunday, and I think I'll have the other one done by the end of the week. Knitting is so theraputic for me--I can talk, think, watch reruns of Northern Exposure (my new fav), or just zone out. The repetition is so nice after a long week of work. And it's so nice to be making something that is useful and pretty. I look forward to a few knitting and coffee dates this week wih close friends.