Step 7: On a whim decide to buy ice for a party, convienently forget that ice melts into water and that the floor in front of the ice machine will be wet, slip with all weight on left foot, wedging foot under machine and torquing at the same time. Have ankle wrapped and elevate.
Sprained ankle for the win!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
How Not to Train For a 5K
Step 1: Make plans to be away from your air-conditioned gym for the entire summer.
Step 2: Make sure the “away” location is somewhere hotter and more humid than hell.
Step 3: Forget to pack your running shoes
Step 4: Forget to pack running shorts and road ID
Step 5: Forget to ask for running shorts and road ID when requesting running shoes
Step 6: When running shoes arrive via visiting husband, do something to mangle your feet so that you cannot wear them (I recommend breaking in new heels and running into sharp metal things barefoot )
I always did prefer training in the Fall.
Step 2: Make sure the “away” location is somewhere hotter and more humid than hell.
Step 3: Forget to pack your running shoes
Step 4: Forget to pack running shorts and road ID
Step 5: Forget to ask for running shorts and road ID when requesting running shoes
Step 6: When running shoes arrive via visiting husband, do something to mangle your feet so that you cannot wear them (I recommend breaking in new heels and running into sharp metal things barefoot )
I always did prefer training in the Fall.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Riddled
My stepdaughter and I are a lot alike. This makes parenting her fairly easy for me - or as I call it "big-sistering" her, because she has parents and she also has me - because most of the time I know what she's thinking and her reasoning.
We do differ in one huge way though and that's with how we deal with stress and anxiety. Now, I'm an anxious person. I worry for fun. I worry about things I have no control over and can't fix or prevent. We carry the maximum amount of insurance on everything we can because sometimes that's the only way I can sleep at night. I've made myself so sick with worry and anxiety that I've been hospitalized for the physical symptoms (hello mystery internal bleeding) - granted that was an extreme situation. My point here, is that I am not a laid-back person and I'm not one to talk when it comes to not letting things get to you.
However, the one thing I've never allowed my own anxiety do is prevent me from getting out and doing things. The idea of meeting new people may scare me a bit, but I love doing it. It sometimes makes me nervous to host a party, but I have people over as often as possible. I have always fought through the nerves to actually do the things I want to do. In fact, when I was hospitalized it was with me fighting it the whole time, I didn't want to waste time there.
My stepdaughter is a worrier too. I swear to you I haven't taught her this - she came to me this way. And honestly, I keep my worry to myself, she'd probably be surprised to know how I get. But here's the problem - she's letting it get in the way of life and of things she wants to do. And I don't know how to deal with it (except consult with her therapist). In fact our latest round with it was so frustrating that I'm at my wits end.
We're home in DC visiting for the summer, as you know. My stepdaughter's "boyfriend" lives in Richmond and we arranged to take her down there to spend the day with him. The plan was to drop her off with him and some friends and then we'd continue on to Williamsburg where we were meeting some friends. We took time off work, scheduled everything etc, etc.
The night before, she started getting uptight. My mom tried to talk her through it, remind her that this was fun, to take deep breaths, that she just had to get through the nerves and then she'd be fine. My stepdaughter either couldn't take that advice or wouldn't. She was up when we got home from dinner with friends and working herself into a frenzy. We sent her to bed, told her she was being silly and to ignore it, nothing bad was going to happen.
The next morning, she had herself so worked up about it that she simply refused to go (after making us wait for her to be ready and work through it for 2 hours). We ended up cancelling the whole trip and our plans with friends because she didn't want to go. She called her "boyfriend" and told him she was sick. We had a long discussion with her about how she was going to miss out on life if this kept happening, but it hasn't made a difference.
The next day she started telling people that she had been sick. That she had a cold and she was afraid she'd passed it on to people. Trust me, she isn't sick. She wasn't sick. She's making up some sort of excuse in her own head for what happened so that she can deal with it, I think. Or she thinks me hearing her say these things will convince me that she was really sick. I'm not sure.
Unfortunately, this isn't the only time this has happened. She did the exact same thing the last time she was supposed to go to Richmond. And again before we were getting on a plane to go to the beach. She does it in little ways more often than not when she's getting ready to leave the house.
I'm truly afraid that we're seeing the beginning of agoraphobia. And unfortunately, she's a bit of drama queen and she likes the dramatics that comes with the situation. I don't want to feed into it and I don't want to ignore it.
Worse than that, I have little to no patience or sympathy for this whole thing. I know how awful that makes me. I know intelligently that she probably can't control it, but at the same time I can't understand why she's letting this hold her back. It just seems so simple to me to just go ahead and do whatever the thing that we made plans for is rather than call a halt to it (and that's the key - its simple to me, but not to her). And it's not fair to her and it's not what she needs, but I can't help that right now.
We do differ in one huge way though and that's with how we deal with stress and anxiety. Now, I'm an anxious person. I worry for fun. I worry about things I have no control over and can't fix or prevent. We carry the maximum amount of insurance on everything we can because sometimes that's the only way I can sleep at night. I've made myself so sick with worry and anxiety that I've been hospitalized for the physical symptoms (hello mystery internal bleeding) - granted that was an extreme situation. My point here, is that I am not a laid-back person and I'm not one to talk when it comes to not letting things get to you.
However, the one thing I've never allowed my own anxiety do is prevent me from getting out and doing things. The idea of meeting new people may scare me a bit, but I love doing it. It sometimes makes me nervous to host a party, but I have people over as often as possible. I have always fought through the nerves to actually do the things I want to do. In fact, when I was hospitalized it was with me fighting it the whole time, I didn't want to waste time there.
My stepdaughter is a worrier too. I swear to you I haven't taught her this - she came to me this way. And honestly, I keep my worry to myself, she'd probably be surprised to know how I get. But here's the problem - she's letting it get in the way of life and of things she wants to do. And I don't know how to deal with it (except consult with her therapist). In fact our latest round with it was so frustrating that I'm at my wits end.
We're home in DC visiting for the summer, as you know. My stepdaughter's "boyfriend" lives in Richmond and we arranged to take her down there to spend the day with him. The plan was to drop her off with him and some friends and then we'd continue on to Williamsburg where we were meeting some friends. We took time off work, scheduled everything etc, etc.
The night before, she started getting uptight. My mom tried to talk her through it, remind her that this was fun, to take deep breaths, that she just had to get through the nerves and then she'd be fine. My stepdaughter either couldn't take that advice or wouldn't. She was up when we got home from dinner with friends and working herself into a frenzy. We sent her to bed, told her she was being silly and to ignore it, nothing bad was going to happen.
The next morning, she had herself so worked up about it that she simply refused to go (after making us wait for her to be ready and work through it for 2 hours). We ended up cancelling the whole trip and our plans with friends because she didn't want to go. She called her "boyfriend" and told him she was sick. We had a long discussion with her about how she was going to miss out on life if this kept happening, but it hasn't made a difference.
The next day she started telling people that she had been sick. That she had a cold and she was afraid she'd passed it on to people. Trust me, she isn't sick. She wasn't sick. She's making up some sort of excuse in her own head for what happened so that she can deal with it, I think. Or she thinks me hearing her say these things will convince me that she was really sick. I'm not sure.
Unfortunately, this isn't the only time this has happened. She did the exact same thing the last time she was supposed to go to Richmond. And again before we were getting on a plane to go to the beach. She does it in little ways more often than not when she's getting ready to leave the house.
I'm truly afraid that we're seeing the beginning of agoraphobia. And unfortunately, she's a bit of drama queen and she likes the dramatics that comes with the situation. I don't want to feed into it and I don't want to ignore it.
Worse than that, I have little to no patience or sympathy for this whole thing. I know how awful that makes me. I know intelligently that she probably can't control it, but at the same time I can't understand why she's letting this hold her back. It just seems so simple to me to just go ahead and do whatever the thing that we made plans for is rather than call a halt to it (and that's the key - its simple to me, but not to her). And it's not fair to her and it's not what she needs, but I can't help that right now.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I Miss My Husband
I miss Kevin. I'm homesick for him. I'm sorry, probably too much info, but its just about all I can think about.
I have this thing, when I walk by him, I reach out and tickle his belly. I didn't realize how much I did it until the physical memory kicked in and I realized I was missing it. And then, I had to stop myself from doing it to the guys in the show. I mean that would just be weird. Made worse by the well-known fact that I don't like touching people.
I miss him, I hate being this far away all the time. I'm tired of deciding between him and home. But ,at least, it is a choice I can make and he's stationed somewhere I can be with him.
And, thankfully, in just a few more day's he'll be here for a week's visit.
Slowest few days ever...
I have this thing, when I walk by him, I reach out and tickle his belly. I didn't realize how much I did it until the physical memory kicked in and I realized I was missing it. And then, I had to stop myself from doing it to the guys in the show. I mean that would just be weird. Made worse by the well-known fact that I don't like touching people.
I miss him, I hate being this far away all the time. I'm tired of deciding between him and home. But ,at least, it is a choice I can make and he's stationed somewhere I can be with him.
And, thankfully, in just a few more day's he'll be here for a week's visit.
Slowest few days ever...
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