Where have you been??
I haven’t blogged in over two weeks and I know both of you are in serious withdrawal by now and I want to most sincerely apologize to you both for the pain and anguish you have suffered while I was gone. I thought of you once for a minute but then I forgot.
What happened was I got a call from An Anonymous Person who is Highly Placed in the Government and involved in a Covert Operation which was not going well and Who Desperately Needed My Help. While I am sworn to secrecy about all the details of the past couple weeks, I can give you this hint: Zombies. Area 51. Espionage. End of the World. Comets.
In other words: I went out-of-town for a couple of days, then got to have the B’ster for his first sleepover at Moggie Poppa’s House for two nights after which I collapsed in a quivering heap of exhaustion, providing further support for the anti-75-year-old-women-having-babies-camp, woke the next morning with a cold, followed the next night by an asthma attack which then lead into a week of madcap adventures getting the Women Run/Walk Mfs Coaches Kick-Off Meeting planned and completed, and then stuffing 10 bajillion Road Race Series packets and mailing them because, for me, work right now is like being a tax accountant on April 1st.
Reflections on the past two weeks:
I didn’t run Monday last week, it was my off day. I’m glad they were forecasting rain while I was at my friend’s lake house. That the rain didn’t happen doesn’t matter; since we weren’t sure it if would rain we sat on the deck to wait and see, and drank some coffee. Then we got up, warmed our coffee and went back out on the deck. We repeated this until noon. We ate lunch. Then we sat on the deck and drank iced tea…repeat. At 5pm it was time to switch from tea to a glass of wine. I decided I need to do this kind of day at least once a month. Didn’t even read my book. Just sat and visited and looked at the world.
I didn’t run Tuesday morning as planned because the reluctant rain finally showed up in pouring sheets.
A little boy running toward you yelling MOGGIE with his arms outstretched is awesome.
I didn’t run Wednesday because I had a little guy in my kitchen. I made myself a ham/pepper/onion/cheese/egg white omelet while he had juice and cheerios. I sat down and he looked at my plate. “What’s that?” he pointed. “Eggs, do you want some?” He nodded. I gave him a bite. Big eyes: ‘Eggs are good!” so half my omelet went to his plate. He tried the salsa with them, too, while experimenting with all the little kid forks and spoons I remember my four using.
I didn’t run Thursday because I needed to make EGGS! for the little dude again so he could be fueled and ready for a trip to the zoo. ELEPHANT! ZEBBAH!! MONKEY! TUTLE! LION! LION! LION! TIGER! (the others all looked like lions to him). We ate lunch in the cafeteria with large windows overlooking the Monkey Area. Two monkeys came and sat at the ledge looking at the people in the People Area. They thought the little person was fascinating and enjoyed watching him in his native habitat eating a hot dog.
And, yes: Moggie let him wear his rainboots for two straight days. Mommy can make him wear real shoes. BWAhahahaha.
Friday I woke and realized every cell in my body had been emptied of energy. I tried poking around on FB while drinking copious amounts of coffee but the energy refused to come out of hiding. Sniffing, sneezing and snorting I texted Killer that I needed to bag training. I spent the day sitting at my desk working which was good since I’d gotten nothing done the past four days.
Saturday morning I still felt like crap but did six anyway. It was a pretty morning and I love running through the neighborhood next to ours, they wisely kept as many old growth trees as possible when they began building, it’s beautiful and shady, almost like running in the countryside. Then I worked all day. This time of year is when most of the memberships come due, and we have the Road Race Series and Women Run/Walk Memphis both starting up within a week of each other. For whatever reason both events are trending about 60% increase in registrations over last year, right now. WRWM will cap at 1,500 but we do not have a registration cap on the RRS. Last year we had 1,367 full series registrants so a 50-60% increase in regs could mean a whole lot of people at the starting line, and a whole lot of bibs, chips, packets and data entry for me. I’m just trying to keep my nose to the stone and not get behind.
While I was working Saturday I saw a pic pop up on FB. It was Killer. She was sitting in the middle of the road with her cycling group clustered around her. Broken left thumb, needed surgery to insert a pin, stitches, Stage 2 or 3 AC separation of the right shoulder and whiplash, EMT’s transported her to their site so her hubs could ride 20 miles back to the car and then come get her. They were really nice, they put her bike in the transport too. I visited her Monday night and the poor little thing was pathetic. She’s so tiny anyway that I’m practically looking at the top of her head; her left arm was in huge, thick cast from fingertips to elbow, right arm in a sling for the shoulder separation and couldn’t move her head due to the whiplash. I have no clue how she’s going to eat, her hubs will have to drop food in her mouth like a momma birdie. It made me think having an asthma attack is kind of like a picnic.
Last week I got a new running shirt! Love it! www.onemoremile.com The fabric is great – it feels like brushed cotton but it’s tech fiber. And it didn’t stick to me when I got all sweaty.
Saturday night I had the aforementioned asthma attack; haven’t had a full-blown attack in years so that was frustrating. And, of course, caused me to bag my Sunday run; I spent the day putzing in the house and working, shaking my head at all the crazy nutjob runners in Memphis, our 3,795 club members, the 1,500 hundred ladies who will participate in WRWM, the nearly 2,000 that will end up in the RRS; Memphis – the city tagged #48 in fitness in the 2010 list of the 50 largest cities. Last year we moved up to #47. I guess I need to email them and protest. But first I’m going to have to stop Cat from eating the club’s bumper stickers – be right back.
By the way, it would probably be a lot easier to blog if I didn’t have the cat’s tail whipping back and forth on my mouse and keyboard. Now she’s looking out the window at the birds and appears to be feeling a bit irritated. Perhaps because she can see the birds, squirrels and a large buzzing insect of unknown heritage which is currently slamming itself repeatedly against the window screen, but she cannot reach them. Personally I don’t care how she feels because she’s been demoted to my B list for scaring the HOOEY out of me. The Idiot Cat likes tape. I thought cats hated tape. I thought when it sticks to their paws they would get upset. In fact, I thought you could use tape as a deterrent – put it somewhere you don’t want them to go and they’ll quit when they keep stepping on the stickiness. But, no. She’s enamored. When I open the tape drawer she crawls in and tries to lick the dispenser. The other day I was taping some stuff together with clear packing tape. I cut off the excess and before I could say oh, I don’t know, just any really short words very fast, she’d swallowed it. Or, not. Mostly she was choking. A Lot. I was trying to grab her and figure out how to Heimlich a cat while she was growling at me and hacking all over the kitchen, and I was chasing behind her trying to catch her and squeeze her stomach or anything else I could think of in my panic which I might think was a good thing to try while the dog got excited and started running in circles barking in a desperate attempt to be part of the action. Finally Damn Cat hacked it out in a ball of foamy spit and then I was all grossed out but relieved and I Windexed the counter. Because Windex can fix pretty much anything, as you probably know. Perhaps I should have sprayed it on her. So anyway now Sh*t Head is on my list.
In view of the cold and the asthma I’ve had a good week, running. So good, in fact, that yesterday all the fast girls stayed home and I managed 2nd in my age group at the Incredibly Awesome and Fantastically Well Run Ultimate 10k/5k sponsored by St. Francis and benefiting Youth Villages (shameless plug since one of you two is the RD and I figured I’d better fix this post to properly reflect and give all due credit to a race run by a Fanatic Blog Follower who most likely hid in the bushes, jumping out and tripping all the fast runners in my age group so I could place and be forever indebted).
Ah, crap, gotta go – Dip Sh*t is trying to eat the Hydrangeas in the bathroom. She thinks flowers are a salad bar.