This morning (good news!) the pain in the ball of my foot was almost entirely imperceptible, even walking on the hardwood floor, and I can't tell you how much willpower it took to not give running a try. But I decided I'd rather take a few more days off of running and be sure than to jump back in too soon and blow my recovery. So this morning I took my road bike out for the first time in way too long. I missed my Saturday long run, but it felt good to get out on my bike again. It took me a minute or two to remember how to shift gears on this bike, since I've been riding my mom's mountain bike on errands around town for the last few months, but the clip-in pedals and the forward stance felt a lot more natural than I remember them feeling my first time around last summer. It was also fun to, once again, explore farther than I can on foot, and to get up some speed. I'm anxious to get on my feet again, but being forced off them reminded me that I really do enjoy getting out on the bike once in awhile.Anyway, I made it out to Saline and beyond, and when I rode past Saline District Library (formerly Saline Middle School), there was a sign advertising a books sale from 10-3. I have an entirely open day today for the first time in ages (there's sort of a funny story behind that), so I headed back at a little after 10 to check it out just for fun. Glad I did. For $7.50 I got 10 paperback books (mostly of the type that I actually do want to read but am not quite willing to shell out full price for), as well as a hardbound illustrated copy of The Secret Garden in good condition. That's the best $7.50 I've spent in a long time. The problem is that I have a bad habit of buying books faster than I have time to read them. Now by purchasing ten in a single pop when I've only finished one since my last book purchase, I've just compounded a problem I recently tried to solve by clearing out my "To Read" shelf (not by getting rid of the books, mind you, but by hiding them away in an unused drawer so that I forget that I have such a glut of books to get through and can stop feeling guilty when I buy more). Ah well. I suppose there are worse habits to have.
2 comments:
Book buying is an inherited addiction. Dad and I both suffer from it.
Glad your foot is feeling better!
I left all my books in boxes when I moved to Park City. Four months later, I don't know where to put all of the books in my apartment. Where did they all come from?
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