The top photo was taken last week as I ran along the waterfront in the city whose harbour is guarded by the small island on which I used to live, the island you can see on the right. The visit was a short one (two nights), and while I didn't make it over to Protection Island (yes, that is really the lovely name of our former home), I visited with four good friends in about thirty hours, a very good use of my time (the tea-with-macaron photo below was taken just before one of those friends arrived for a visit in a favourite Bakery-Café, Mon Petit Choux.
And the run itself was a Very. Good. Thing! The second run since I stopped my "running rehab" program in May, due to a flare-up of the injury I'd been coming back from, the first run since May that I didn't fall. Not only did I not fall, but after a 10-minute walking warm-up, I did four sets of 5-minute running, 1 or 2 minutes walking, a wee bit of lolly-gagging/photo-taking, and then a 5-minute cool-down walk, for a total of about five kilometres. The best part was that I felt no discomfort the next morning.
My plan for now is to stick with my gym workouts -- I do these 3 or 4 times a week in the well-equipped gym in our building, following a program designed for me by my trainer. But I'd also like to include a run once or twice a week, keeping those short and taking regular walking breaks, roughly following the schedule my physiotherapist set out back in March. We'll see. . . . I may not ever run another marathon, but eventually I'd love to be able to enjoy the 20-kilometre weekend runs of not-so-long-ago.
Nor do I have a photo of the finished mittens I knit for another birthday girl, only this one snapped while they were still in process. They fit the Finally Five! perfectly (Nana's hand holding hers even when I'm not there, I told her yesterday when she pulled them on. She nodded solemnly, then flashed a big smile and hugged me tightly).
small leather cross-body bag I purloined from my husband a few years ago. It's perfect for a day when I don't want much weight on my shoulder -- a light wallet, a lipstick, my phone, and I'm set -- but I'd popped some sock-knitting in it a few weeks ago and messed up the zipper trying to extricate the yarn I'd caught in it (I know, I know!).
So I Googled a bit, and it turns out there are a plethora of sites offering zipper-repair instructions. This was the one that worked for me, but there seems to be consensus around the solution of gently pinching the slider, and, indeed, that worked for my zipper.
Oh, and I posted about a book you might like (I loved it!) over here, on the reading blog I've quite neglected this year.
And behind the scenes, some French and Italian practice (The Italian-Speaking Three just laughed the other day when I told her that "Posso parlare un po' d'Italiano," and my daughter asked her if Nana was speaking Italian. Apparently I have some work to do, some R's to roll at the very least. . .
Breakfast time now, though, and then out to take advantage of some rare November sunshine. Comments always welcome. Have you mended a zipper? Knit a mitten? Had tea with a friend? Read a good book? We'd like to know. . . .Or just wave a hello. . .