The past two mornings, I've felt pretty nauseous, so it's been walking not running that's been on the exercise agenda. Walking allows me to get outside, get a bit of fresh air and exercise, but it doesn't exacerbate the pukiness. It's not as satisfying as a run, but I do what I can.
Evening running this time of year begins to diminish as a possibility since it gets darker earlier, and by the time Norah's in bed (granted, she goes to bed blessedly early), I don't much feel like going for a run. To the contrary, most evenings, I only want to put on pajama pants and slip into a TV coma.
So, that means I don't have much to share right now in terms of running. Instead, I figured I'd entertain you with a few of Norah's more interesting exploits as of late. She's an active little nugget and every time we turn around, she's climbing into or onto something.
Here she is trying to climb through the bar chairs: I have no clue WHY she'd be attempting this maneuever, but she got stuck in the attempt. That's all I know. Then, here she is "helping" me unload the dishwasher. I imagine her to be thinking: "Well, how else am I supposed to get to the top rack?"