As I sit here with ice on my shin smelling like a high school football player after a hard game, I wonder what the heck happened the last few days. And what do I do now?
I was thrown a curve ball. I don't think I caught it, not yet anyway.
It all started Monday. Typical day head to the gym for "spin and swim". It is a recovery week so light workouts until this weekend. Spin went as planned but the lap pool was closed. The water was think and cloudy, yuck. Well crap that messed up my plans. No problem I'll hope to swim Tues and Thurs instead. Headed home and ran 4 painful miles instead. It seems as if the leg didn't recover as well as I would like after last weekends 12 miler.
Tues the pool was open but I almost decided to skip it. The water still cloudy and thick. After getting in you could feel the chemicals on your skin, instantly drying you out. 1700 meter swim on the books. Leg still bothering me, hurts to walk.
Wed was a scheduled rest day. But really no rest to be had. 6 games of bowling and a day fighting with the dog to go "potty" outside even though, yes the snow is gone. You can pee on grass ya know. It was torture, every 5 mins wanting to go out in the pouring rain standing there like a drowned rat. I was ready to throw her over the fence. After many hours she finally gave in and went on the grass without hesitation. Halleluiah.
Thursday got worse. Nothing went as planned. I was supposed to run 3 miles and get in the swim I missed on Monday. I also had the cable guy coming to change over our phone, Internet and cable. No problem. I ran at 7 am. Woke up the little guy at 7:30. Head hurts, stomach hurts, Mom. Low and behold he has a fever. No school for him. No pool for me. Cable guy in route. Gets to the house at 9 for what should of been a 2 hour ordeal. Turned into a 8 hour ordeal. After lifting heavy objects, moving crap out of the way, climbing into the attic, pulling and pushing cable lines, not him but me, he eventually had to rewire the whole house. Long story short, the job was completed and we are no longer Comcastic we are Universally AT&T. So puppy duty, sick kid duty and cable guy assistant I was yesterday.
Friday.......here's hoping for a better day. NOPE.....Little guy still sick, now sore throat and fever. He's home for the day. That's ok, I can work with that. Chloe had an appointment for her first grooming at 9 am. I planned on running 12 miles while she was there. Is supposed to take 2-3 hours for her. Place is less than 5 mins away. So off I went to take her. Came right back check on Jeffrey who is thrilled to have a dvr in his room. Jumped on the treadmill within 45 mins after dropping her off. Got to 3.5 miles she's done come and get her. Are you kidding???? You said 2-3 hours, not 1 hour and 15 mins. CRAP! I get off the treadmill after 4 miles and check on Jeff again. Off I go to get Chloe. She was a wiggle worm on the table and wanted to play the whole time. They did the best they could, the lady says. When I saw her I was pleasantly surprised. She looked really good. I know the wiggling she does when I try to brush her. Almost impossible. So I think they did a great job. Get back home, check on Jeff again. He decides to play on computer and Chloe is tired. I decide to finish the run. Foot hurt from being taped so tight. Legs stiffened up from stopping, but I managed to finish 8 more miles. Made Jeff some lunch and I plopped myself down here to vent.
I was supposed to shop this afternoon for food and what nots. But the closed lap pool screwed that up. Then I was going to run 12 in the morning and hit the pool in the afternoon. Nope sick kid home. Then I was going to clean the dusty, dirty, cable guy muddy floor and the rest of the house( it was pouring yesterday) mess. But my run got messed up and the last thing I feel like doing is cleaning. However it's only 1:30 it could get done. But I have a 3.5 hour bike ride to do tomorrow. And I do plan to get this last swim in whether it be tonight or at 5 am tomorrow, it will get done.
Right now the iced leg is numb the pooch is asleep and Jeff is enjoying some xbox while the meds keep his fever down. I need a shower. Last one was Wed morning, eeeeewwwwww.
I lost control over my life this week. Really I never have control. No one does. You think you do when life goes as you expect it too. But when life doesn't go as planned it's how you handle it all and juggle things around and take it as it comes. I have trouble with that. If something changes the plan I want to be the one who changes it. Not the cable guy or my sick son or the dog who longs for it to snow once more. But life doesn't work that way. My afternoon as changed yet again. My husband is on his way home to help me. He left work early, to do some work from home so that I can get a little breathing room. So I can get the swim workout in after all. So I can get food in the house and the dry cleaning dropped off and gas in the car and money in my purse and maybe get the upstairs cleaned up and and and ..............is that what I will choose to do? Or will I stay at home enjoy the fact that he is here to support and help me. Who needs food?
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