I had every intention of writing a post on Friday. I had to take the dogs to the vet in the morning and then I was going to do a quick little update before heading off to my own doctors appointment in the afternoon, but the day got away from me and then before I knew it the weekend was over.
Both of my dogs are apparently allergic to just about everything and for Boomer that means repeated ear infections and for Hank it means dermatitis. For me, it means the poor house. Fortunately we got off easy this time and walked out with a bill under five hundred dollars. It was a straight up miracle.
After taking the dogs to the vet I spent 3 solid hours trying to figure out some code for a minor feature in a shopping module for website that I built for a client. It’s a tiny part of the site but it’s been a major source of stress for me and I cannot for the life of me figure out this code to change the damn font size.
Anyway, after all that stress I headed off to the doctor. I’m not going to go into a rant here but I had to choose a new primary care doctor because Obama Care is so freakin wonderful. I say that with the absolute utmost sarcasm I can muster. If you want to debate me on it at another time, we will do that. For now, let’s stick to the story we’re on. I had to go to the new doctor to establish a relationship and so that’s what I did.
It went as expected until she listened to my heart and when we got to the part where I always say, yes I know my heart rate is very low, it’s always been low, I’m a runner too, so I’m sure that makes it even lower this time the doctor didn’t accept my answer. She said a heart rate in the low 40’s that sometimes dips into the 30’s is way too low. And that’s that. Oh and also, my blood pressure is high.
She also sent me for some blood work which left me tired and hungry so I decided that instead of rushing home to try and cook dinner it would be a far better idea to call MacGyver and see if he wanted to go out for dinner. Fortunately, he did.
And yes, my wine glass was empty and so was the second one.
The next morning I got up and ran 12 miles. Near the end of the last mile I saw a random sock on the road. I’ve seen this sock a few times over the last week and something about it always seemed to catch my eye.
Now, you know as a runner you always see random articles of clothing strewn all over the road, and if you’re like me you often think, who the hell throws their sweat pants out of the car window, and why? Why the hell would you throw away just one flip flop? Why would you suddenly decide you no longer need your bra? Was it tight? Did it hinder your breathing? Did you need to air the sisters out? Why throw your jeans out on the road? Why throw your running shorts out on the trail? The questions are endless….endless!
Anyway, there was something about this sock and after seeing it for so many days it finally occurred to me what it was.
Yes, I brought a mangled sock from the side of the road home and I placed it on my bedroom floor and I took a picture of it. Why? Because I knew it was familiar. I knew that at one time very recently that sock belonged to me and I had been looking for it.
And how did I know?
Because the other one had been sitting atop my dresser waiting for me to find its partner…
What I don’t know is how the other one ended up 3 blocks away all mangled and disgusting. MacGyver thinks that it was somehow attached to my shorts or shirt from the dryer and I ran with it and it fell out and the rest is history.
I think the more likely scenario is, either Hank or Boomer got a little pissed off at having to wait on me to take them on their walk because I was on a long run so they took one of mommy’s socks and had a party with it and then dropped it while we were on our walk. Yeah, that’s what happened.
And don’t judge me because I run before I take them on their walk, I would take them first but they have a fence in area and they can go outside at anytime. Plus I take them on a long walk after. Besides, I would take them with me if Boomer could handle long runs but he cant and I can’t find a jogging stroller big enough for Boomer let alone big enough for the both of them.
Actually this one neighbor had one that she was selling one time but it was one that she used to push around her 6 big cats in , like everyday. Um yeah, she was crazy. And besides, I ain’t putting my dogs in anything that smells like cat butt.
Last week I ran 40 miles and I logged over 130,000 steps. I had my best step day ever on Saturday and I actually logged over 42,500 steps! I don’t even know how I did that. Oh wait, yes I do. Yard Work! Does it for me every time.
One good thing that happened this weekend, our neighborhood squatters are gone! No matter what anyone tells you, it pays off in the end. So if you have squatters in your neighborhood, go ahead and call the bank 37 times a day and threaten to call the media and every other organization you can think of. It will pay off in the end. We got our squatter’s out in five weeks. That’s record time according to most of the people that I’ve spoken to so I’m pretty happy about that but for future reference I’d like to prevent it from ever happening again if we can.
Okay, I’m off to work now but tune in tomorrow because I have some books to tell you about and I’m super excited about them. If you geek out over books like I do, tune in.
What did you do this weekend, long run? Steps? Books?