Well, I managed to run another hour this morning before the PF let me know who’s in charge. I’d whine more about having to stop, but my mom is in town from DC, Asa is playing happily with a new set of Legos, and I was able to run before noon (no ice in the sports bra necessary today), so I’m in a pretty great mood. One nice thing about recovering from this injury is all the extra time I have now that so many hours of my day aren’t taken up with running and being exhausted from running. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time my workout only took an hour. Sadly, though, having the extra time has made me realize that it’s not all the hours running and being tired from running that makes me so disorganized and messy; I’m just disorganized and messy.