We decorated our tree yesterday and hibernated during the snowstorm and bitter cold that is currently plaguing this city. I love me some snow and cold around Christmas, but there is no need for single digits if you ask me. I'm still nursing a bad back and having some difficulties with the slowing down this entails. Looks like my running days are officially over until this little baby comes. I sort of knew a week and a half ago, before my back started bothering me, that I was taking part in my last run for the next (almost) half year. It just wasn't feeling right anymore. I told myself (and my doctor agreed) I'd keep going until my body told me to stop. The last block to go, tears were streaming down my face I was so sad to be hitting this point. Running is my best friend. It was very hard to face that moment. Now I'm especially missing it. I don't do well when I can't be physically active. Swimming/biking/yoga/pilates/elipical *fill in the blank* just don't cut it for me because running has always ruled the day, although at this point I'd be happy to do any of those things, but this back is just not having it. I hope, for the sake of my head, that by next week I'm feeling better.
That mini Marc Jacobs box contains a special present from two of my friends. They bought my little girl her first Marc Jacobs dress! It's the cutest thing in the world.