Some things … you just can’t plan.
The sentiment behind the anniversary was lovely. Nice dinner, a movie, and a pretty hotel room. I was feeling a bit icky prior to leaving, and that feeling stuck with me. It would come in waves: I couldn’t eat much dinner, but then I felt OK during the movie. But then later in the night, the nausea came on strong and I spent every two hours of our Big Anniversary Night in the bathroom. Horrible. I am terribly disappointed, as nights out like that just don’t come around very often. Grrrrr.
Due to this lingering ick, (which has subsided with some over-the-counter crap … I mean anti-crap, I guess … is that too much info?), I haven’t ran in a few days now. Hopefully everything will come together for a run tomorrow night.
I had some big-time negativity from a family member about my running today. Y’know, one thing running has taught me, is that it’s about me. It’s not about you, just about me. Just me and the run. I don’t care if you’re not into it, or you don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s just mine. I need to apply that attitude s’more into other areas of my life.
Troy is in bug camp this week. Today, they got to pet a tarantuala. What sounds like hell to me is something we pay to send our eager son to. Funny how that works. Derek is sick of the cast. Translation = he wants to swim. We’re going to emergency at a city hospital on Saturday that does waterproof casting. I pray that we look pathetic enough that they’ll do it. It’s a wonky system, health care.
I’m babbling. Back to bed for me.
