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March 19, 2005
Grumpy
There is no getting around the fact that I am grumpy today. Today has been one doozie of a day. Knowing this, I apologize ahead of time if this entry sounds pretty bitchy.
Everything started last night when my brother came home from DC. According to my parents he is wonder-boy. Don't get me wrong, he has done his fair share of things that pissed them off. The main reason they think he is so wonderful is that he went to law school and followed into my father's footsteps in becoming an attorney. Since he does not live here, they fawn over him when he is here and I become chopped liver.
This morning was supposed to be a super-easy 80 minute run. There was a decent sized group doing about this distance, so we did our route through an old estate. Of course, C was running with us and decided that we would "go explore". I refuse to run with C when he decides to do this as the route is either extremely dangerous or we get lost. This time we got a little bit lost and had to backtrack. The pace was faster than my body was capable of this morning and C and a few others were making some snide remarks asking if I was OK, I even answered "not really" once to let them know I was not OK. As we were heading back in my stomach was feeling upset and I was starting to not feel OK. Eventually I sat down on the side of the road and started to cry. M and M who had been checking on me the entire run turned around and did not see me, so they turned around and found me in the middle of an emotional/mental/physical breakdown. Between feeling like crap, having my brother at home, and having Mom really struggling with her chemo it was just too much for me. They kept reminding me that I raced the half-marathon last weekend, therefore, was not recovered. M ran in it and so did T, but they both commented that they were simply running and there was a race going on around them. I did feel much better when they got me up and running and talking. They really did save my sanity today.
After the run I changed clothes and went across the street with a few of the men to grab a cup of coffee. They were eating breakfast, but I was not really hungry and had to get back to help coach. J had me with him teaching the kids how to do relay handoffs. This was really humorous, since I never did a blind handoff in my life. The 3rd and 4th graders didn't know any better. Although it seemed like a waste of time and that they did not get anything out of it, J swears they did. The 5th and 6th graders did a little bit better and we did not get to work at all with the 7th and 8th graders. I am the standby coach, used mainly on weekends since they have about 80 kids out for the team. I was probably supposed to take the kids out on their mile route, but I told J there was no way that I could run another step. I told him about the situation earlier in the day and that I was still beat.
I came home and ate some lunch, but my stomach started to feel awful. I bought some breath mints yesterday on my grocery trip that I can not consume. After having them last night I started to have some serious stomach issues. I had a few this afternoon and shortly later my stomach was blown out to about four times its normal size and I have some awful gas pain. I was feeling exhausted, so I tried to sleep on the couch, but my brother is really loud and kept asking my father questions and waking me up. Finally I crawled into bed and slept for about an hour. I was pretty lucky to find an empty house when I woke up. I went downstairs and rode the stationary bike for an hour. While I was on the bike I finished Lance Armstrong's book, It's Not About the Bike. Then I started to read a fluffy book that one of my gym friends gave me to read.
My mom and brother got home from whatever errands they were doing. Mom went to nap and P was bringing the groceries in. Everytime he came in the house, he slammed the door behind him. Before they got home, I turned on the computer so that I could do my blog entry and check my e-mail, but he came right in and got online instead. I made the mistake of telling my mom that I want him to go back home and she immediately defended him and talked about how wonderful and helpful he's been since he has been home. As if I have not been helpful for the past two months that he has not shown his face and gone to visit his girlfriend in California. Again, I am just not appreciated and not favored.
Sorry about the bitch session, but I really needed to vent. Tomorrow I plan to schedule a torture session for my legs. Tonight I may be a sadist and sit in a bathtub full of ice to try to revive my legs. Hopefully my stomach will settle down soon. Maybe I'll head out and buy a wedding gift for R and B since their wedding was two months ago...
Posted by Blondie at March 19, 2005 05:57 PM
Comments
Well at least tomorrow has to be better, right? I have these days as well, I do think that writing about it often helps. It sounds like you should have done some of your runs this week with your fellow bloggers, because we would have slowed you down and helped your legs recover. Maybe it's because you mostly run with guys, but it sounds like some of them tend to ignore the common rules of running etiquette at times.
I hope everything feels much better when you wake up tomorrow!
Posted by: Alison at March 19, 2005 07:26 PM