Who Says Blouses?

This morning was a mixed bag of emotions. On the one hand, I was really tired and didn’t want to run at all. The past two nights I’ve been up way too late. Monday there was a U2 concert streaming live on YouTube from California, which means it didn’t start until, like, 11ish my time. Then, last night I stayed up to watch my stupid fantasy football team lose by ONE POINT on a meaningless 12 yard pass to Santana Moss at the end of a lame game. STUPID FANTASY FOOTBALL.

On the other hand (insert joke here), I’m glad I went out. I took the time to do my regular pre-running routine and even though I had to cut the run short due to time constraints, it still felt worth it. It wasn’t like, “Yeah! That was AWESOME!” It was more like, “Good. I needed to do that.” Looking ahead, I’ve noticed that I’m right on schedule for the race on Turkey Day. In fact, I think I’m actually ahead of schedule. And, weirdly, I saw a 7 mile run on the schedule for two Saturdays from now and I was like, “Sweet.” How very interesting.

Couple other things…

Everybody is sick. My friend has H1N1. My son got sick yesterday. Sick sick sick. And, being a worry wart, it’s on my mind. I’m officiating my cousin’s wedding on Friday and I was like, “I MUSTN’T GET SICK!” Actually, I’m sure I didn’t say that, but I though it. Or something like it. It’s a strange thing, sickness.

And sickness with kids sucks. It disrupts everything. Schedules, sleep, attitudes…the worst. And if the parents get sick, it’s like…what the heck do you do? It’s so frustrating.

I’ve also thought about it in relation to my trip to Haiti. What if I get sick right before we’re supposed to leave? Will I not be able to go? What if I get sick there? Will it be REALLY bad? What if I get sick when I get home and have to miss more work? Will they get mad?

And what if I get sick before my 10k and can’t run it?

I suppose the answer to this is: SHUT UP. You can’t worry about that stuff or you’ll go crazy. Like, imagine an Olympic sprinter who has trained for four years to run for 10 seconds and then gets injured right before the event. Devastating. But you can’t have that mindset. You’ve got to deal with it as it comes. So, I’ll be healthy for the wedding. And for the race. And for the trip. And if I get sick, we’ll deal with it then. No sense in worrying about it.

The other thing is that I went clothes shopping last night. Tried to, at least. I spent two hours feeling like a woman. Not because I was trying on blouses or anything, but just because nothing was "just right." I don't know...that's probably really sexist, but you know what I mean.

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