Sunstroke, Cancer & Rude People

Answer: What are random occurrences that have recently taken place in my life?

Sunstroke: Okay...I did not get to the sunstroke stage by any means but post a mid-morning run last weekend I did understand what Galloway mean when he said you're pushing too hard if you feel 'irritation' during or after your run. Sunday post-run I (in this order): stepped on a rake, subsequently tripped over the rake, kicked the rake out of the way, then walked over to kick it again for good measure, stalked into the house, and stabbed straight through a Capri Sun. Note to self: if you're too lazy to get up early on Sunday morning to run, then do not add insult to injury by trying to run mid-morning in 90+ degrees.

I thought I was a lot faster than my Sunday time trials honestly revealed. I thought I had made more progress than was shown to me last weekend. Gah.

Cancer: This is my job right now. Kids get cancer. Sometimes they get better. Sometimes they don't. How does a living person comfort a dying person about facing death? ...

Rude people: I must choose to not let these people influence me. I grew up feeling like I needed to personally confront and squash every rude behavior I came across thus showing my kindness and level-head. Wrong. Rude people are rude--I am choosing to briefly acknowledge that type of behavior for what it is, step out of the way, and let it pass. Rude can keep on going that-a-way and bu-bye thanks.

Life is good. The sky is blue, really good bruschetta(sp?) is sold a mile and half from my house, hydrangeas are blooming, Lily can count to twelve and Evan has a six-pack. This afternoon I have a thirty-minute run planned and today there will be no yard tool or beverage casualties of my heat-induced anger. More importantly, there will be no loss in my personal momentum or belief in myself. Sometimes I run fast. Sometimes I run slow. Regardless, I run.

I broke my butt. It wasn't as fun as it sounds.

Evan made me do some ridiculous baseball work-out called 50/50s or as I like to call them older-men-with-lost-athletic-abilities/opportunities-taking-it-out-on-young-men-by-grinding-their-faces-into-baseball-diamond-dirt (a mouthful I'll grant you but by God: accurate).

So I walk like the tin-man today and wore these sandals that are ridiculously loud on the hospital stairs paticularly when you have to walk like someone molded from metal. I'm sure everyone in Labor & Delivery and the NICU really appreciated my clacking today (people in the OR don't count because they basically have no idea what's going on...kidding. But seriously, they don't.).

I came home to relax and was forced by Lily to do *dun-dun-duuuuuuuuuuuun*--A. Floor. Puzzle. So no running today but back at my boulder tomorrow. Praise coffee. Praise bread. Praise rain on a skylight. Praise 55 packets of oatmeal in one box. Praise Netflix.

The End.