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Pain Free!

Here is a rambling, post full of unconnected paragraphs:

I ran yesterday.  It was freezing, but my no excuses plan had to stay in place.  So I bundled up, laced up, stretched, and headed out for a run.  I had decided to do my short, 2 mile loop.  That way, if I started to hurt, I wouldn't be too far from home to walk back, regardless of where I was in the run.  But the pain never came.  My knee held out the entire time.  My face was frozen solid, but there was no pain.  This is such a relief!  I was so scared that even after over a month of rest, I would be hurting still.  I will ease back into it, but hope to be running every day very soon.

My parents got me a head lamp for Christmas.  I'm looking forward to using it soon.  But for now, Bubba has claimed it as his own.  He is blinding me with it on an hourly basis.  Now I'm worried that it might temporarily blind oncoming drivers and make them hit me.  It has three different settings.  I'll keep playing around to see which one is least blinding.

Bubba had gotten a Target gift card for Christmas.  It was burning a hole in his pocket, so I told him we could go first thing this morning, to beat the crowds.  When we woke up, he told me I couldn't shower, only breakfast.  So, I got him breakfast and started the coffee.  He then informed me that coffee is not breakfast.  That I had to have food.  Out of the mouths of babes.... He told me to at least have grapefruit.  Gotta love my kids, looking out for their momma!

And finally, I have to share a few pics of my boys:
Bubba and Santa at the kid's Christmas party at my work

Bubba's reaction to finding out Mom got him a hamster for Christmas



The Big One's reaction to his hamster

                                        

Bubba took this picture of his big brother with my camera.  Isn't he handsome?

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