Archive for March, 2011
DISCLAIMER: I wrote this last night while drinking a few bottles of wine. I feel the need to go back and edit, but I won’t. Just consider yourself warned.
I have no idea what I intend to write. Other than this: my feet smell REALLY bad. I just took off my shoes and HOLY BALLS! I think I need to Febreeze those bad boys. Whew!
I stopped at the liquor store down the street from my house on my way home from work. It’s been an incredibly stressful few weeks, with impossible deadlines that my amazing coworkers and I still manage to hit somehow, but geez. It’s taking a toll on my sanity. So I stopped for a bottle of wine or two, and walked out with three. Trust me, I deserve every one of them.
The guy who works there is a middle-aged guy with a Middle-Eastern accent and he ALWAYS compliments me. Today (I’m decked out in my brand new She-Ra t-shirt and old She-Ra trucker hat that eats my head), he told me my ID picture was cute (see previous parenthetical statement for why he checked my ID) and that my hat is too big. Then he said I have far too cute of a face to be wearing a hat that covers it.
First of all, I have three bottles of wine. That means a couple of things. 1) I will be self-soothing soon. 2) I probably really needed to hear that. But most importantly, 3) you’ve already made the sale. No need to kiss my oversized ass.
Then I got in my car and realized that his sales tactic works, because Walgreens has started selling liquor again and I still stopped at his shop instead of the Walgreens next door. And probably will again and again. So you win, Liquor Store Guy. Keep lying and making me feel better about myself and you’ll continue to earn my boozey biz. As Chucky Sheen would say, “WINNING!”
Want to know more about my stinky foot? Lucky you, I’m in a mood to bitch about it.
Last time I wrote about my running, I was worried about my knee. Turns out I had bigger issues. My occasional foot pain was growing less and less “occasional” and leaving me gimptastic for days after a run. And just walking around was getting a touch uncomfortable at times.
It wasn’t until a few weeks after the half marathon that I was in enough pain to do something about it, and I went to a foot doctor recommended by a fellow runner (the awesome breast-cancer’s-ass-kicking, dissertation-writing, marathon-running, smart-as-shit cousin-in-law Dianna). After weeks of taping and stretching, with fracture-free xrays, the pain was still intense. I got up to 14 miles in training for the full marathon (New Orleans Rock ‘n Roll) with the equally amazing, awesome, ass-kicking Teresa, but realized I was not only holding her back but potentially causing real harm to my foot. So I stopped running.
I was also put in a stylish boot:
I wore that damn thing for about 8 weeks, making training non-existent. I recently weaned out of the boot into custom-made orthotic inserts, so now I have to wear tennis shoes every single effing day. And you know what? MY FOOT STILL HURTS.
Yes, I’m bad at remembering to do my stretches. But you would think there HAS to be a way to cure a “wicked case of plantar fasciitis” (direct quote from the foot doc when he far-too-enthusiastically reviewed my MRI scans) and get me back to a point where I can at LEAST walk around my office without limping. But no. The only additional thing I can do, as I learned today, is go in for regular shots to relieve the effing pain while the stretching and resting do their jobs to heal the mad inflammation, bone contusion and fluid build up. Awesome.
Add that to the residual neck and head pain from the accident and it seems like triathlon season is just not going to happen for me this year.
Add THAT to the fact that my OBGYN nurse practitioner told me I may need surgery again for my endometriosis because the insurance company refuses to let a 29 year old woman decide for herself that she never wants babies and therefore doesn’t need all the lady bits that are causing excruciating pain and you have one depressed me.
Add all of that to my ridiculous workload and additional personal issues and you get a girl who REALLY deserves three bottles of wine.
So that’s where I am tonight. What’s new with you?
Can you hear me, blogosphere? I know, it’s been incredibly quiet around here for a while. Lots going on, and in an attempt to not be so negative, I’ve avoided posting much.
But I miss blogging. A lot. Will you have me back?
I’m assuming you said yes. So, thanks! Here’s a quick recap of my life lately to get current, and we can go from there. Ease our way back in.
- Running: Nonexistent. I developed a really severe case of plantar fasciitis about a month and half after the half marathon (which went REALLY well, by the way – definitely a PR, and I beat my goal of 2:45…lay off, I’m a slow runner). I ran the half, then a 5K and 2 10Ks in the following weekends, which in hindsight was far too much. Then Teresa and I jumped back into training for a full marathon, but when we reached 14 miles, I was experiencing so much pain that it was a nightmare. Each run left me practically crippled with pain for days after, and I finally caved and went to a foot specialist. I was in a really fancy boot for a while, and am now in tennis shoes every day with custom orthotic inserts. Still having pain, still not released for impact activities.
- Triathlon training: Also on hold. I would like to be at least bike and swim training, but I was rear ended the Friday before last and am still recovering from a bad case of whiplash. Once I can turn my head fully, I intend to return to the pool and bike in full force. Looking forward to it!
- Weight loss: That should read weight gain. Barf. I’ve gained back quite a bit of weight due to the injury, long work hours and me not even attempting to control what goes in my mouth. I’m really anxious to get back on the fit train, so I joined Weight Watchers officially for the first time. Now I just need to get out of work on time to get to meetings.
- Work: As mentioned, hours have been insane. I can’t believe I’ve been here for over a year now! I love it so much. The long hours can be stressful, and the projects can be frustrating (whose aren’t??), but the people are incredible and make every day at least a little fun. I’ve even been PROMOTED! Woohoo all around. This part of my life really couldn’t get much better.
- Miscellaneous: Teddy is still an absolute doll and the cat is still a jackass. I also recently won a bet with Mr. T and won the right to shave the cat. Once the weather gets nice, that little fuzzy asshole better watch out.
Well, that is probably a really crappy recap, but it is what it is. Don’t worry, there are good things to look forward to, including a full rant about my recent car accident (which is totally bizarre-o), a tribute to unicorns and, of course, lots of self-deprecating humor. But for now, enjoy these excellent finds from the good ol’ interwebs.
Talk to you soon!