I managed to throw up on my way out the door this morning.
I choked. On a twig in my Chinese tea. I then had to shove the dog away because said tea contains foxglove. For those of you not getting a degree in cardiovascular phsyiology, foxglove is also know as digitalis and can cause a fatal arrhythmia if too much is consumed. I don’t know the fatal dose for dogs or the amount in my tea, so I figured better safe than sorry.
I don’t know what my deal is, I’m just can’t seem to get it together. I feel like the walking embodiment of Murphy’s Law. If I’m not sick, I’m injured. If I’m not sick or injured, then I can’t sleep. Ridiculous. Best example: my skinned knees are finally almost healed and I got a wicked blister on the healing skin. Seriously!? Who gets a blister on their knee?
And no, I was not doing anything perverse, I think it was the seam of my running capris. MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER, PEOPLE!
Anywhoodle, enough with the self pity! I guess I just don’t have much to talk about today, so I’m grasping at straws, which are a little negative.
I guess I should probably tell you we’ve decided to do Clomid. After the Emerald City Half in September. I should be fine for the half in October even if it works. Compromise! Husband is happy because it gives him time to find a good job and I’m happy because I get to do my races. I’ll also be close enough to finishing my degree that I should be able to graduate well before a baby comes. Win-win.
In other news, I’m a little nervous for the 5K on Saturday. I just feel so out of shape! Which is kind of weird since I just ran a half marathon 3 weeks ago. Is this normal? My page for donations is here if you have a few dollars to spare. I’m $13 away from my fundraising goal!
Anywhoodle, I got another 2 miler in, and it was pretty speedy cause it was with Sara F. Girl is a friggin’ gazelle waiting to happen. I think when she sprinted it was probably around an 8 minute mile (I did an 8:43 mile for a few feet). I can’t wait to do Warrior Dash with her in July, even if I do end up eating her mud (I was gonna say dust, but it is a mud run). I just wish I understood why it felt so incredibly hard. This is weird.
So, what’s new with you? I participated in Bart (as in Yasso) Chat on Twitter today and it made me wonder, how slow is too slow to be a runner? Do the number of people walking races these days bother you? Do you think the focus should be on race or event?