Short and Sweet.
So I had all sorts of long, humorous in only a barb kind of way stories to share with you kids from the past few days...but honestly, I just don't have the energy.
So in lieu of the traditional "this shit could only happen to barb" nonsense...here is the short, sweet, abridged version of my past few days...
Friday.
The "revolving door of suckitude" at work (yes Josh, I stole your line)...work is been nothing less than insane with this merger...and if my office was PeeWee's Playhouse, the secret word would always be DRAMA. Sadly, Stephanie's flight was cancelled because the entire chicagoland area was under Tornado Watch. I had a good ole laugh at what the city called "emergency sirens"--Sorry...I lived in Kansas for 6 years...trust me, I knooooow what tornado sirens should sound like. I come home in a foul mood. Have dinner in a foul mood. And go to bed in a foul mood. Luckily, no tornados hit the loop...and my office was left in one piece...
Surprisingly, I don't wake up in a foul mood.
Saturday.
Up at 5:45. Get dressed. Eat. Take the dog out...and we're ready to go running. I'm all pumped, yet cautious of my foot...but to hell with that...it's just pain...I can run through it. And then it happens. Our car keys have mysteriously disappeared to the land where all the missing left socks and remote controls go. They were gone. Completely...totally...utterly...M-I-A. We tear the place apart...and they're no where to be found. I keep eyeing the clock and as it draws closer and closer to 7am...I grow more and more annoyed and bummed that we're not making the team run. Now, Mike will tell you we lost the keys. The truth in the matter is he lost them...only to be found about 10 hours later in a little black bag that we keep our laundry change in.
...I'm not even going to try to explain that one.
So we end up running from home to the lakefront and then on the path. Scheduled 12. I make it to about 7 and I'm dying. But I'm so far from home I have no other choice than to just suck it up and hobble my ass back. I was not amused (in case the watery eyes didn't give that away). I end up doing just under 10 on the running path and then you figure 1.5 miles to and from the path...close enough to 12 for me. We get home...and I find out the coaches cut the run back to 8. ...which would've saved my foot from the abundance of obnoxious pain.
We ice. We shower. We eat. We ride the coach. We clean. We bicker. We go halloween shopping. I hobble. And we ride the couch some more.
Sunday.
The highlight of my weekend. Leah's birthday. I went with the intent of having 2...maybe 3 drinks. Well...lil' miss birthday girl kept convincing the waitress that I needed more and more drinks. At one point, I had three cans of Bud Select in my posession...all of which were full. I ended up with a fabulously rockin' buzz. Came home. Rode the couch. Took a nap (and apparently snored). Then watched some TLC...quality programming included "My Husband's Three Wives" and "Traveling the Country with 16 Children" -- Yes. You read that right. SIXTEEN KIDS.
Monday.
Wake up. Step on floor. Bite tongue and grit through the excrutiating pain to avoid waking Mike up. Limp to shower. Get dolled up. Limp to work. Twas a blah day...with lots of blahness intertwined. Limped home. Helped Mike with his business plan. And that basically brings us up to the moment.
...the moment where I am less than 2 hours away from having a birthday. The birthday in which I will turn 24 for a second time. I've been assured time and time again that turning 25 is great...but frankly...I'm digging being 24. It was a relatively good year. Lots of cool shit happened at 24. But my mom...my mom continues to remind me that I'm turning 30-5. If I have to accept any term...I will take 24+1. Thank you, kindly.
I guess the thing that is weighing most on my mind is this dr. appt tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it whatsoever. I'm dreading that he'll tell me not to run the marathon. Mike is pretty sure that's what I'll end up hearing. I'm not sure what to think.
I know I have the option to listen to doctor's orders. In Phoenix, I said "to hell with you" and ran despite the fact they thought I'd need an IV by mile 8. Now...I'm not so sure. You kinda need your feet to get you around. And I know how badly your feet are hurting come mile 21. I'm not sure what my body can and can't handle in terms of the threshold of foot pain.
But I guess I have plenty of time to think about that...now don't I? Perhaps my taper has already begun? I just wish that I had a 20 miler under my belt already. :sigh:
We'll see what tomorrow brings...
...in t-minus 1 hour and 43 minutes.
Heh...guess that wasn't so short and sweet afterall. Whoops.
So in lieu of the traditional "this shit could only happen to barb" nonsense...here is the short, sweet, abridged version of my past few days...
Friday.
The "revolving door of suckitude" at work (yes Josh, I stole your line)...work is been nothing less than insane with this merger...and if my office was PeeWee's Playhouse, the secret word would always be DRAMA. Sadly, Stephanie's flight was cancelled because the entire chicagoland area was under Tornado Watch. I had a good ole laugh at what the city called "emergency sirens"--Sorry...I lived in Kansas for 6 years...trust me, I knooooow what tornado sirens should sound like. I come home in a foul mood. Have dinner in a foul mood. And go to bed in a foul mood. Luckily, no tornados hit the loop...and my office was left in one piece...
Surprisingly, I don't wake up in a foul mood.
Saturday.
Up at 5:45. Get dressed. Eat. Take the dog out...and we're ready to go running. I'm all pumped, yet cautious of my foot...but to hell with that...it's just pain...I can run through it. And then it happens. Our car keys have mysteriously disappeared to the land where all the missing left socks and remote controls go. They were gone. Completely...totally...utterly...M-I-A. We tear the place apart...and they're no where to be found. I keep eyeing the clock and as it draws closer and closer to 7am...I grow more and more annoyed and bummed that we're not making the team run. Now, Mike will tell you we lost the keys. The truth in the matter is he lost them...only to be found about 10 hours later in a little black bag that we keep our laundry change in.
...I'm not even going to try to explain that one.
So we end up running from home to the lakefront and then on the path. Scheduled 12. I make it to about 7 and I'm dying. But I'm so far from home I have no other choice than to just suck it up and hobble my ass back. I was not amused (in case the watery eyes didn't give that away). I end up doing just under 10 on the running path and then you figure 1.5 miles to and from the path...close enough to 12 for me. We get home...and I find out the coaches cut the run back to 8. ...which would've saved my foot from the abundance of obnoxious pain.
We ice. We shower. We eat. We ride the coach. We clean. We bicker. We go halloween shopping. I hobble. And we ride the couch some more.
Sunday.
The highlight of my weekend. Leah's birthday. I went with the intent of having 2...maybe 3 drinks. Well...lil' miss birthday girl kept convincing the waitress that I needed more and more drinks. At one point, I had three cans of Bud Select in my posession...all of which were full. I ended up with a fabulously rockin' buzz. Came home. Rode the couch. Took a nap (and apparently snored). Then watched some TLC...quality programming included "My Husband's Three Wives" and "Traveling the Country with 16 Children" -- Yes. You read that right. SIXTEEN KIDS.
Monday.
Wake up. Step on floor. Bite tongue and grit through the excrutiating pain to avoid waking Mike up. Limp to shower. Get dolled up. Limp to work. Twas a blah day...with lots of blahness intertwined. Limped home. Helped Mike with his business plan. And that basically brings us up to the moment.
...the moment where I am less than 2 hours away from having a birthday. The birthday in which I will turn 24 for a second time. I've been assured time and time again that turning 25 is great...but frankly...I'm digging being 24. It was a relatively good year. Lots of cool shit happened at 24. But my mom...my mom continues to remind me that I'm turning 30-5. If I have to accept any term...I will take 24+1. Thank you, kindly.
I guess the thing that is weighing most on my mind is this dr. appt tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it whatsoever. I'm dreading that he'll tell me not to run the marathon. Mike is pretty sure that's what I'll end up hearing. I'm not sure what to think.
I know I have the option to listen to doctor's orders. In Phoenix, I said "to hell with you" and ran despite the fact they thought I'd need an IV by mile 8. Now...I'm not so sure. You kinda need your feet to get you around. And I know how badly your feet are hurting come mile 21. I'm not sure what my body can and can't handle in terms of the threshold of foot pain.
But I guess I have plenty of time to think about that...now don't I? Perhaps my taper has already begun? I just wish that I had a 20 miler under my belt already. :sigh:
We'll see what tomorrow brings...
...in t-minus 1 hour and 43 minutes.
Heh...guess that wasn't so short and sweet afterall. Whoops.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 1:30 PM
11 Camper Comments:
Happy Birthday, Baby! Best of luck with the foot.
ooohh ooohh! i'm limping too!! how cool do we look at work/school!! it's really not normal for office/library dwellers to limp! :)
happy 26-1 (hehehe). now you can rent cars! take care, rest up.
OMG! 25 is NOT that bad! I am almost turning 32 in over a month.
I hope you get good news tommorow. PLEASE keep us updated..no matter how bad it is.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! I hope this is the best year ever and good luck at the doc appointment today. Eat lots and lots of cake and you will feel MUCH better!!
Happy birthday, a little belated. I'm going through the same thing -- excruciating pain, to run or not to run, etc. I've decided against it. I've seen what running a marathon on a gimp foot can do to people and it ain't pretty. You can always run another one if you skip this one.
omg i watched the same TLC shows on sunday too!
oddly enough, i am having the same foot issues as you. so i can't wait to hear what your doc says.
and HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 25 is great! really it is! i've been 25 for 3 years now, i should know ;)
Happy Birthday! Does this make you a Libra or a Virgo? ( Maybe I have asked you this before.) I was so bummed about my flight cancel. WICKED was Awesome!!! I am sorry I didn't get a chance to call you...caught up in family obligations with my Aunt and Cousin. I'm full of empty apologies, am I not?! By the way, 25 is really, really young. Enjoy, sister!
I love the TLC moments ... like merlot and email don't mix!
Happy Second Time Around 24th Birthday!
Happy birthday!! I hope it all goes well at the doc. Sorry about the office drama and the lost keys!
I SAW THOSE SHOWS TOO! I thought that the husband was completely selfish & an a-hole. The kids were so cute, made me want to keep the 2 I have. :)
I am so jealous about missing Leah's bday!
25 is going to be even better than 24. You just watch!
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