I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
The heading of today's post is a homage to the day I had yesterday. My gosh, I was behind from the time I woke up and then the steady stream of meetings just further exacerbated things. After getting to the office at 8am, I literally ran out the door at 6pm for my hair appointment, only to find massive traffic (more than usual) on the way. Took a little bit of time for me to pass by the cause of the conjestion: two Sheriff's Department buses, one connected to the bumper of the other because they'd collided. There were various Sheriff's Department personnel standing around the buses, a tow truck (not large enough to be of any help), a Sheriff's Department cruiser unit, and an ambulance all clustered around the scene and that's just not something you see every day. Not even in San Diego! Anyway, got to the salon (early...a first for the day!), had a great hair experience (thanks to N, the best stylist in the whole world -- yes, I'm sucking up), and was out and about again at 8pm. Loooooooong day. Then, got home, listened to answering machine only to find that the nurse practitioner has called and left me two messages about my test results. PANIC!!! Of course, it's too late to call the office, too late, even, to call my mom and freak out on the phone, so I did what any 30something girl making a valiant attempt at retaining her sanity after a day like that would do...I started to cry. Not little, quiet tears, but huge great gulping panting sobs. Did that for a little while and felt immensely better. Sleepy, too.
Happy to say that this morning seems to be going a little better than yesterday did. I managed to get in touch with the doctor's office and, while the nurse practitioner wasn't available, I asked the receptionist if there was anything really horrible in my results (which was my fear) to prompt two calls and she said that there wasn't and that she'd pass my message along. Of course, I STILL haven't heard anything and it's 4-1/2 hours later. Frustrating. I'm going to call them now, as a matter of fact.
Today's exercise: 37.5 minutes (compromise between 45 I was supposed to do and 30 that I wanted to do) walking/jogging PLUS an hour of weights and stretching with my trainer Weeks to 2004 LA Marathon: 44
Started my 10 week walk to jog program today. This week's program consists of 30 seconds of jogging folllowed by 4 minutes, 30 seconds of brisk walking, repeated 9 times. After being sick last week, I wasn't really sure if I'd be able to do it, so I was quite pleased with myself when I did. I think that, as a way of keeping myself honest and keeping track of how many sessions I've done each week, I'm going to make an entry in here every time I do a weight session or cardio. Not only will it help with my training, it will help ensure that I post on a more regular basis.
I've seriously started to put a dent into the list of things I've procrastinated on long enough. Today the screen man came out, plus I put a call in to the management company to get someone out to look at the balcony for termite damage and repainting. I need to follow up (again) tomorrow with the folding door company that I called last weekend and also with the termite inspection company that the management company has contracted with to do the inspection and eventual repairs. Additionally, I need to call the doctor's office (again) and ask for the results of my blood work. I've been so reticent to go because of my fear of being ill and now to be so close to ending the suspense (either for better or worse), I'm just not feeling terribly patient. The receptionist today did say that she'd pop them in the mail to me, though, so perhaps she just did that and didn't bother calling me back to say so. Like I said to my mom tonight, if I had anything dread and horrible, I'm sure they'd have called me (fingers crossed, fervently hoping and praying), right?
Today's exercise: 4-1/2 minutes jogging interspersed in 30 second intervals with 41-1/2 minutes of brisk walking. No weights or toning. Weeks to 2004 LA Marathon: 44
Tuesday afternoon. First, I am truly appalled at myself for my complete lack of attention to my beloved blog for over a week now. Crimson shame stains my cheeks. I could tell you that I was sick Wednesday through Saturday night, which would be completely true, but that it simply no excuse for not even poking my head in and saying, at the very least, "hello all, I'm sick and won't be posting today". I'm overcome with contrition now and promise never to desert my blog for so long again.
Having confessed and absolved myself of my sin, I now am left to contemplate the sad fact that my blog is really, truly boring. I have done quite a bit of thinking about it (having had all of those days feeling ill with nothing but daytime TV to entertain me) and I think that my original purpose for blogging is no longer valid or helpful. Basically, I was hoping that by pouring all of my deepest thoughts out I would be able to work through some of the issues that were tormenting me. Well, I definitely feel that I did/have done that and I also think I've moved beyond that now. I feel myself reconnecting with life and with the outside world again, or at least taking the little baby steps towards doing so, and I think that my blog needs to reflect that. I am contemplating going back through and editing past posts to make them less angst ridden, while simultaneously slimming them down for enhanced readability. I believe that I will do just that!!!
