Another day off from all things marathon.  I threw myself in to something I could easily control- cleaning house.  Literally.  I attacked all dust bunnies with intensity usually reserved for training runs, and took out my many frustrations on the fingerprints dotting the stainless steel appliances.  I vacuumed until the lines in my carpet were perfectly symmetrical and vigorously plowed through hampers full of dirty laundry.  I baked banana bread from scratch, not Skratch.  After school, both my kids had friends over and consequently undid much of my handiwork.  But I brushed it off,  because that’s what Moms do.  Except for the banana bread crumbs.  Those tend to stick in the carpet.