Quote of the Day: "60% of the time, it works all the time..." - Anchorman
Running is officially more hazardous to my health then smoking...
As you may or may not know, i ran a 20k race last Saturday. I finished in 2:25:04. The full marathon winners blew by me at (my) mile 12, (their) mile 25. I cheered for them since they are impressive. They didn't even look like they had broken a sweat, meanwhile, i was limping along, begging boyfriend to let me sit on the curb and amputate my legs. Graceful is not in my vocabulary.
Fortunately, Boyfriend made me suck it up, I finished the race, got my chocolate milk and shiny finisher medal. I felt pretty good about that. What I did not feel good about was the pain in my left foot. My legs were sore (by "sore", I mean "felt like every muscle fiber had died a slow torturous death") but my foot HURT. It had been hurting whenever I walked or ran for the past couple of weeks but I assumed that was because it was supposed to hurt. All the exercise that i've been doing for the past year has caused pain in part or all of my body, so I figured that was just part of the price I pay for greatness. okay, mediocrityness. But apparently, it's not supposed to hurt as much as I thought. I stress fractured my left foot. Fun. 6 weeks of no running (darn). I can swim, though, and Boyfriend is not letting me off the hook that easily. He's such a slave driver!
Lessons Learned While Working from Home...
Since we have all this wood to burn in the fireplace (from the trees that got cut down), I've been having a cozy little fire going most of the time I'm home. Including last week, when it was like 70 degrees out everyday and I was working from my kitchen table. I burn so much that the embers never really have a chance to die down. I learned this the HARD WAY. Well, the almost really hard way. More like the Medium Way. I clean out the fireplace each time before I start another fire. All I have to put the ash in are paper grocery bags. I had filled one up, so I placed it in the garage to be put out with the garbage. Fast forward a couple hours later...I smelled smoke. But it was different smoke than the kind going up the chimney from the fireplace. I have a sensitive sense of smell I guess. I hobbled over to the door leading into the garage and *cough* *cough*. There was a little smoke. I opened up the garage door to let the smoke out. On the ground where the paper bad of ash had been was a smoking pile of ashes. I grabbed the hose and washed it all away. Apparently, there were still some hidden embers that slowly smoldered in the ash and then smoldered the grocery bag. It wasn't really a fire but I'm glad that Boyfriend wasn't around, because I'm sure he would have enjoyed giving me a hard time for "almost burning down the house". He's very dramatic. So, Lesson Learned #1: Do not put fireplace ash into a paper bag unless 100% sure there are no hidden embers waiting to ignite the bag.
My dog doesn't make a sound all day. Unless I am on a phone call. And I'm the one talking so I'm not on mute. Lesson Learned #2: My dog loves being disruptive during important phone calls.
I just installed a new touch sensor kitchen faucet. Besides wanting to marry it and have it's perfect little babies, it also provides me with entertainment. My girl kitten, Lucy, no longer finds the water pistol to be a threat. She waits until you squirt her from close range, then smacks the pistol. This is making it difficult to keep her off the counters. One day, while i was home working last week, she got up on the counter and accidentally touched the faucet with her face. The water came on and scared the hell out of her! She jumped right off the counter. It was kind of hysterical. Lesson Learned #3: My kitten is fearless in the face of everything, except touch sensitive water faucets. Ha!
So, now I'm back at the office and I'd much rather be at home. Wearing a shoe on my hurt foot is not comfortable at all and everything is really far away.
Jenn - No races for a while...
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