More correctly The + NAUSEOUS edition.
1) If you ever sprain your ankle, and your friend sees it happen, don't let her tell you what she saw 3 weeks later. 'nuff said.
2) Speaking of things that make me nauseous. I'm experiencing a full response of my autonomic/sympathetic nervous systems... aka, FIGHT OR FLIGHT. Only... I can't flight, which is making the adrenaline hang out. My fankle won't let me, and even if it did, the training plan is very specific. Screaming cuss words doesn't seem to help, and I can only send so many pithy notes into cyberspace in the hopes that the adrenaline can actually be successfully e-mailed away. actually, I don't really do pithy. I do rambling and aimless. The response trigger was Sunday, when I took C to the ER. Not the ER, or C, but all the (*) that went with it. (*insert lots of not blog friendly details here, drama drama, does anyone remember the pencil lead in the hand incident? Yea, so, I'm a little over the H drama at this point and it's just keeps going and going and...) Anyway, the short of it is that I ended up missing lunch completely, and then not eating much on Sunday at dinner. Add not feeling hungry on Monday. or Tuesday. or Wednesday. So, yesterday I went to the grocery store. I figured a trip through the bakery... that would get me into food again. No. Fail. And DOUBLE FAIL was that I actually dry heaved while waiting at the deli counter. But the TRIFECTA of FAIL was when I bent over to pick up an item off a lower shelf, and stood up... only, my jeans didn't exactly come with me.
Yea, speechless right? S'OK, because so was the poor Kroger employee who works on the bread aisle.
3) Adding insult to fankle injury - it was freaking 70 Degrees here in RVA yesterday. 70, sunny, and beautiful = perfect running weather. Well, on my gba-plan the box for 2/2 said "swim/bike".
not 4 miles easy.
not 5 miles MRP +15.
no, it said "swim/bike".
So forgive me if you live in RVA and I drove past you yesterday in my 'effing beige minivan... yea, that was me, and I was glaring at you as I drove by. Well, I wouldn't have been glaring if you all hadn't looked so smug.