Blood, sweat, and bookshelves
Wednesday night’s run was not so good. 2.6 miles at 9:14 pace and my legs were dead tired. I guess I underestimated how hard I had hit them Tuesday with running and weights and all, because I had major dead legs right from the start. It was really hot and humid in the gym for some reason, maybe the fan wasn’t turned on. I was really beat and I never got to the upper body weights.
Yesterday was pretty dreadful at work. Spent most of the day either on the phone with the manufacurer for my equipment. or running the equipment and wondering why I can’t get it to run correctly.
Around 2:30 I gave up and went upstairs to donate blood. The Bloodmobile was in the plant for two days taking donations and I hadn’t given in over a year. There was nobody else in there so I got through in about 20 minutes. HR = 64 bpm, BP = 120/76. My BP was a little higher than usual, but I attributed that to climbing the stairs to the donation room and being so cranked off about work that I wanted to scream. And, YES, I did eat more than my share of cookies at the end.
So, no running last night. Instead I put together some bookshelves that I had bought to put, well, books on. While I was moving them around (and seeing stars from having low blood levels) one of the shelves slid off and hit me squarely on the top of my foot. There’s a big vein that goes across the top of my foot and it hit right there and it swelled up with this big blue blob. Lots of bruising this AM. Maybe I can get a picture of it later :)
Today things are looking up and I’ve finished preparing my equipment, and correctling all my stupid mistakes from the day before (despite it being Friday the 13th). I always remember Friday the 13th as the day I first asked out this girl in college. Adrian O. She worked in the dishroom with me and we had talked alot (yes, I worked in the dishroom cleaning your plates after you didn’t eat your vegetables). I called her up and asked her out and to my surprise she said “yes” instead of the usual “No, I have an operation in the morning and then I’m leaving town for 6 years.”. Went to the movies and all that usual first date crap. Other dates followed. The funny part was that when I called the first time, she had absolutely no idea who I was, and so she had people in her dorm watching me come down the hall, and if I was an obvious pyscho, she’d disappear. Good thing I was inconspicuous about it.
Tonight? Not sure. Either a second rest day or light crosstraining. I thought of a cool song parody last night but I’ll wait to share it. Trust me, its very cool. Ok, its not so cool but you’ll like it. Ok, you might not, but its all I have.
