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Fresh Space = Fresh Start

After being happily swallowed up by the Olympics over the past 2 weeks, I'm getting myself back to normal here in our new home.

There had been some anticipation and 'wait until after the Olympics' type actions here since we arrived in January. Now that we've lived through that spectacular chapter, it's time to get down to the business of really digging into some of the things I've been wanting to do for a couple of years now.

Running


I've commited myself to another half marathon here in Vancouver at the beginning of May. I'm hoping for a personal best and am continuing to raise funds for a great cause - you can read more about it here:

http://www.canadahelps.org/GivingPages/GivingPage.aspx?gpID=6777

The weather has helped with my training immensely - as have the yoga and spin classes I'm able to attend. The serotonin is doing wonders for my mind and the physical aspects are allowing me to fit into my pants again.

Reading


I've started to keep two books on the go - one fiction and one non. I find that if I carve out some time right after dinner before I settle in for a couple of hours of TV, I can get through a good chunk of my non fiction and then save my fiction for just before bedtime.

Writing



Working from home has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me, especially because you tend to set up a specific work space if you're going to be there all day. It's done wonders for my creativity as well. I'm finding I can chunk out my time - work at my desk, personal at my desk - over the course of 10 hours in a day. The window view helps me regroup. And of course, the flowers always make me feel sunny.

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