I’m addicted.  In two short days I’m completely hooked on the Winter Olympics.

Yesterday I was in tears, had goosebumps, and bursted with North American pride throughout the opening ceremonies.  Today I gripped my seat during the luge, speed skating, and moguls.

In between events, I did a fartlek on a dirt cross country course of 1k, 5×200, 1k, the run adding up to 1 hour.  And I also squeezed in a 90 minutes massage from heaven.  Fabulous day.  I am so grateful to be running an hour.  I am so grateful to be able to breathe again (mostly).  I am so grateful to have made it through a massage without feeling like I’m injured.  To be frank, I’ve overwhelmed with how things have turned around for the better.