It’s finally here: Taper week. Running less. Eating more.
And – I’m pretty Zen.
You both know that’s not my style. Hubs mostly looks a bit shell shocked and walks carefully through the house. He never completely turns his back, circling around me in an arc, always maintaining some eye contact. I do not know what that is about, since I’m so Zen right now.
And – it doesn’t make me feel like punching him.
Well, actually, it does. But — I didn’t…
The Munkmeister and her faithful follower Mo decided the perfect place for a game of tag was my bed. With me in it. At 1am, and 2am, and 3am…
And – I didn’t yell cuss words at them. Much.
I do have a twitch in my knee. Like, sort of achy. A twinge. In my knee, in case you didn’t get that.
And – my nose is drippy. I could be getting a cold. I had to blow it once this morning. Not much, just a bit, but still, it’s a bit runny. It could be a cold. I felt a bit warm so I took my temperature. It’s normal, although that thermometer is kind of old so it could be losing degrees.
I went to get the new pair of shoes that I always have waiting in the closet and realized – I don’t have a newest pair of shoes. Right after I realized the pair I’m in now are completely worn past the sole on the outer edge.
And – that’s fine. It’s fine. Really just fine. It’s fine.
So I got a new pair yesterday. Guess what? They’ve changed. Now it’s version 6. I’ve done all my training in 5. I wore them all day yesterday. I hate them.
Hey – it’s OK. I found a pair of the 5’s on Amazon, they arrive today. And the expedited one-day delivery fee was $3.99. So that’s a good sign, right? Say: YES, that’s RIGHT Terri!
I don’t know why I keep burping. I think I have some indigestion. Perhaps a stomach issue. I hope I don’t get a stomach bug. My friend went to a Flags over Roller Coasters and she got a parasite – the gift that keeps on giving. I mean, there’s just no way of knowing. One minute you’re playing at an amusement park and the next minute you are on first-name basis with Sue at the CDC. Anything could happen. I grew up in Arizona. There’s a huge meteor crater there. Those Russians sure believe in the possibility of being hit with a meteor now, don’t they?
No, hey – it’s fine. I just googled it. http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2013/02/asteroid-odds/ “Your odds of getting killed by a meteorite are roughly 1 in 250,000. You are far more likely to die in an earthquake, tornado, flood, airplane crash, or car crash (but less likely to be killed by lightning).”
Memphis is on the New Madrid fault line. That sucker is gonna blow someday you know. At least I’m not planning to fly anywhere between now and Sunday. Anyway, Delta does Memphis so well now that there aren’t many flights left to worry over. See? That’s good!
I love this event’s race shirt. I sure hope it fits. I don’t think they allow shirt exchanges. I’m going to be so disappointed if I can’t wear my shirt after the race.
I can’t decide if I want to go to Ihop or Subway after the race. But what if I don’t finish the race? I’ll be forced to go to McD’s to shame myself. And I couldn’t wear the shirt either. Can’t wear a shirt you didn’t earn.
No, wait. That would be good then, right? Because I know the shirt is not going to fit anyway. Stupid damn shirt. I didn’t really like it that much.
I just had my stupid bagel which I’m getting pretty tired of bagels for breakfast, but I did, I had it. Stupid bagel. I think the baby is moving. I’ve named the baby Carbetta. My little carb baby. Who knew a person could burp that much? And I do not understand why a cat should get insulted by my burping. Have they smelled their litter box? And if we’re going to talk about manners I’ve seen where you lick, little girl, all huffy with your tail twitching.
I guess I need to get some work done. It’s hard to concentrate on work when you are as relaxed as I am. I’m just sitting here, all relaxed even though my race shirt sucks and I can’t wear it because it’s too bigsmall and I DNF’d the race next Sunday because of my damn shoes, so I’m not in the mood to read your whiny email about your car getting stolen with your purse in it and all your ID and you need a new member card.
You are ruining my Zen.