Yeah…well it was two days ago on a irregularly warm Saturday morning. The birds were chirping and I was swearing at the entire sport of distance running. Everything started out Ok, it took me a little while to warm up. Lately, it’s been hard to get moving both mentally and physically. For example, I was trudging through mile 3 which is generally when I start to feel good and I come to a major intersection and stop my Garmin and wait and wait and wait about 1 minute to cross the stupid road. 20 minutes later I look at my Garmin and I’m like: wow, things are slow going today, this might be another bad run. Turns out I forgot to re-start the giant watch on my wrist (brilliant). I should have run 15ish but I only ran 12ish because I just lost all motivation. I don’t know what is going on, I’m sort of in running depression mode. It doesn’t excite me the way it used to…like it’s not You running, it’s me, this just isn’t working anymore and unless you give me on Major gift then it might be O-V-E-R. I just can’t wait for some time off, a little vacation, and then you know moving on to speed work.
Besides the bland run on Saturday, my husband was sick with a life threatening cold so we stayed in waiting for it to pass, stuffed ourselves stupid with Chinese food, and watched the entire series of “Firefly” and then the Firefly movie “Serenity”. We are talking about 12 hours of deep science fiction television and film which was seriously awesome (I have never claimed that we were cool), and when Monday came all I could think about was how the good shows always get canceled and how great it would be to kick someone’s ass with only my fists. I’m pretty sure hand to hand combat should be a subject in school, and I’m pretty sure this is why I’m not a teacher.
Speaking of ass kicking, my brother’s teeth got knocked out a few weeks ago… well technically only 1 actually flew out of his mouth, 4 of them just got broken from getting a hockey puck to the face. Anyways, it’s really amazing how great his teeth look now in comparison to like two months ago. This major restorative dental work cost him (or my parents) a pretty penny and it probably hurt a lot to get hit like that, but he actually looks a lot better now. I thought my mom was going to jump across the table and slap me in the face for suggesting that it was a Good idea to not wear a face mask while playing hockey, but whatever, he wasn’t the only person who hit the ER that week and you know what? My injury hurt too, but nobody could comfortably utter the word “pelvis” at the dinner table so everyone ignored me and my osteitis pubis. I don’t blame them, it’s awkward for everyone. Luckily for my brother, he made out looking better, I just look the same…it was a challenging evening.
Tuesday evening we are going to see a musical-type performance show, I’m not really sure what to call it, but I have a relative in it and my parents will be there and there is probably going to be nudity. It will be yet another challenging evening with family, however, it means a night off from running. I’m not sure what I’d prefer, another boring as shit run or having to deal with seeing boobs with my dad in the room…