My wife is amazing. Yesterday morning she got up an ran eight miles. That is an amazing feat in and of itself, but then she came home and helped me with shoveling mulch up onto the hill. If there was any chance that I could somehow complete eight miles of running (which there isn't) I would spend the next week sitting on the couch until I could move my legs again. As it is, I ran/walked about 2 miles on the treadmill. I've been doing this beginner training course that involves running for some period of time and then walking for some period of time. The running periods gradually get longer and the walking gets shorter. I'm up to 4 minutes running with 1 minute walking, repeated five times. I still have pains in my left shin and right foot when I do it, but I think that starting slowly with this training course is minimizing this. I don't ever expect to be able to run eight miles without stopping, or with stopping for that matter, but maybe I can avoid adding my standard 15 pounds as I go through my fourth decade.
A few months ago we had some other Latter-day Saints move in right next door. It has been nice to have them. Last night, after the Priesthood session of General Conference, I came home to find Can in bed and the big boys watching "Pete and Pete" on the TV. Mom had gone next door to help get a room taped for painting, and I went over there for ice cream. At about 11:30, Mads rang the door bell and asked when we were coming home. In talking, we didn't realize that it had gotten so late. I decided to see if they could get themselves into bed without direct parental supervision, so I told him that we would be home later and I informed him that he was welcome to go to bed. We stayed for another hour and were wagering with one another one whether they would be in bed or up playing video games. They were all in bed but Dec still had on his clothes. I guess that we still have some more training to do before we can leave Mads in charge all on his own.
I have noticed that ever since Can broke his leg he has been demanding things. I'm trying to teach him to say please, but he is digging in his heels. We bought some grapefruits the other day (first time in years) and Mom was eating one this morning. Can started ordering her to get him one, so I said that he needed to say please. It took a lot of persuading to get him to mumble a please but once he did then he got a grapefruit half. He didn't want to eat the segments with a spoon, but instead, turned it over and tried to take a bite of the skin. After a very screwed up face and a loud "blech," I think he has now decided that he doesn't like grapefruits.
