the squeak of spring...

Wichita ended up getting pelted with a mix of sleet and snow Friday and Saturday. We had seven inches total. It was a beautiful storm, as I watched it Friday night from my window, all warm and cozy inside with yummy corn chowder and wine!

I don't know if it was the snow, or the rest I took when I was sick a week and a half ago, or just the grace of God (i'm thinking it's the latter), but this weekend has been just what I have needed. I had a ton of rest, and although I was irrationally angry that I couldn't run eight miles on Saturday, I got over it. I think I was so angry because FINALLY, after nearly a month of struggling with being sore and exhausted ALL THE TIME, my body is feeling good... really good. I feel rested, relaxed and all the deep aches and pains of training are virtually gone (for now). I did end up getting to run 14 outside yesterday though, so that was fabulous.

Instead of sitting around fuming, after a morning of relaxing with a mocha and a book, I used my energy to accomplish quite a bit around the house. I did a lot of spring cleaning, finished all my mountains of laundry, cleaned out my closet, scrubbed every surface in this house, and finished off the day with my home weights routine (I use free weights, a exercise band and ball) and an hour of power yoga on video. It was a relaxing rejuvenating weekend overall.

These pictures below show the the teensy difference of my garden from last weekend, and my garden this weekend. A little squeak of spring.


Budding Peony last weekend, and snowy Peony this weekend. This plant is a transplant I took from my Grandma's garden about two years ago, I hope it survives!


My vibrant Hyacinth, now dead and gone just like T.I. and J.T. say in their new song...


The blossoms on a flowering tree in my front yard, and the frozen blossoms on my backyard cherry tree.


Luckily Tulips love snow.


Some tree blossoms on my street last week and my street around 10a Saturday morning.