Saturday, August 20, 2011

Things are looking up...sort of

A lot has happened in the last 24 hours. Here’s a quick run down of all the good and the bad:

Good- No more heartburn! How? Chewing gum and eating pickles. Yes. Pickles. It has something to do with the vinegar.

Bad- I went to the ophthalmologist. He said there were some “unsual” changes to my cornea and now I have to see a cornea specialist. He says cornea specialist, I hear “really expensive doctor visit.” I’m also not allowed to wear any contact lenses for at least a month, so that sucks. I don’t know what he thinks is wrong, but I’m thinking it’s not going to be something good.

Good- I gave in and bought glasses. They’re really weird to get used to. I feel like the floor isn’t where I’m expecting it to be. But at least I can see.

Good and Bad- We had a surprise party for my friend Liesse. She’s moving to Belgium soon. We’re going to miss her, but it was a fun party (she was really surprised!) and it’s nice to have friends around the world. It gives me a reason to travel.

Stop trying to seduce me, Liesse.

Good- Even though I was a little disoriented with the new glasses, I got up for a run this morning.

Bad- I didn’t make it very far in my run. My hamstrings have been bothering me. Not painful, just weird in a way that makes me worry. The balls of my feet feel like rocks. I ran about 2 miles and then decided to stop. The point of this year was to take some time away from serious running to focus on getting stronger and running smarter. The goal has always been Chicago 2012. I don't want to go and get hurt now. If it doesn’t start to feel better soon, I may have to cancel Grete’s Gallop. We’ll see.

Good- When I stopped running, I found a farmer’s market. I always run with money in case of emergency. These beautiful cherries were staring at me, begging to be eaten. I considered that an emergency. I bought my cherries and had a nice leisurely stroll home.

Good- Tonight is our first annual Mammary Fest. Basically, it’s a girls’ night. If I tell you any more, I’ll have to kill you.


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