August 10, 2011

Ruff Night, Ruff Morning

Yesterday was a bad day, compounded with me crying in the car on the way to the trail to run, and getting a phone call from my roommate about how the dog left us presents all over the hallway outside our bedrooms. Cue more crying...not sure if it was out of concern for the dog, sadness for myself to have to deal with something else that day, or just that I felt like, hell, keep the crying ball rolling.

I get home and start cleaning, and roommate pops out of his room to make sure I'm okay...have I mentioned that I am just in general a really sensitive person? I'm one of those funny breeds of cryers where I know I MUST look like I've been crying, but I still try to lie and hide the fact anyway. So, I try to lie/hide it but I end up just having to tell him how awful the day was for me.

By this point, I figure there's no hope in making it out to my run for the day...and I remember a lovely opened bottle of white wine waiting for me in the fridge. Why dirty a glass? It's not like anyone else drinks it in the house anyway :D I started catching up on the missed episodes of Expedition Impossible, the dog is lounging on me, and I start to think that things are getting a little better...

...until the roommate goes upstairs and finds that new presents have been left for us. Deeeeep sigh. Go clean some more. Luckily, no more tears...just a little I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-to-me laughter. Go to the outside dumpster and make friends with the rats I've seen too many times in one day. Go back inside, decide to grab that bottle of red wine and camp out downstairs while eating the delicious hot pockets my roommate graciously let me have, I don't care if it was out of pity.

Eventually, I fall asleep. At some point in the night, I woke up terrified that it was October. I had a dream where the calendar just flew by, hello October, hello marathon I am not nearly close to prepared for.

I woke up this morning, early, so I could go for a run before work. Really, reeeally deep sigh. At some point in the middle of the night/wee hours of the morning, Bruce left presents in my bathroom. So I spent my run time cleaning that up, saying good morning to the rats at the dumpster once again...and slinking to work. I had a long, hard contemplation about not putting ANY makeup on to try to ward off any coworkers from trying to small talk...but I figured it's not fair to them.

Will I run today after work? We'll find out when I get home from work.

2 comments:

  1. Awwww....sounds like a pretty rough two days mam :( Hoping today gets better for you!!!

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  2. It's this month Im telling you! HUGE slump and you'll get over it. I had to walk about .65 of my 4 miles run yesterday ..Helens foot and Erin's tummy. We're right there with ya and if it needs to be a ladies night full of crying and wine we'll do it (While picking up presents!)

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