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So after my wonderful weekend, I woke up Monday morning and started to get ready for work. I was sipping my morning coffee, perusing my FB feed, reading all the positive comments and love I got after my Zooma race. Just feeling really positive. I kept hearing the floor squeaking in my youngest son's room. I started to worry because this kid sleeps like the dead. So I peaked in this room and saw not one but 4 heads. Stunned, I let them sleep and headed to work. I sent him a text, asking him to call me when he woke up. When I asked him about the boys in his room, his response was, "why were you looking in my room?". REALLY? Long story short, he snuck out after my husband and I went to bed Sunday night, met up with his friends and decided to have a sleepover about 1130pm. Why didn't he ask, you might be wondering? He told me that he knew I'd say no.
Was it worth it? He's grounded for a week now....
That night, I got ready for bed earlier than usual. I had an 8 miler on the plan, and needed to get it in before I left for work the following morning. I was excited because it was time for me to break out the new shoes! I mean, really, what gets a runner more excited than new shoes? Especially these babies:
|I love black running shoes and the pink accents and laces made them just perfect!|
When I turned onto the street where he was at, I saw a slew of flashing red lights--2 ambulances and 5 police cars. The car was totalled, head-on into a tree. I saw my friend, the mother of my son's friend. She told me Tom was ok, but he was in the back of the ambulance. I walked towards the ambulance and was stopped by the paramedics. I told them who I was.
In a strange twist of irony, one or the paramedics recognized me. From the bicycle accident 2 weeks ago! He asked me if I had been out running. Haha. I wish.
After looking at the lacerations on my son's face, I made the decision to take him to the ER. He argued with me about that. "I'm fine", he kept saying. Because, after all he does know everything. Needless to say, I prevailed, and once we were done, he was happy to be sewn up. After getting home about 1 am, I could not fall asleep. I decided to bag the run and try to at least get enough sleep for work the next day.
Exhausted, I started my day with a full schedule of patients. Lots and lots of school physicals. It's that time of year. My second patient, a teenage girl who wanted acne medicine, also needed her 2d chicken pox vaccine. The visit was uneventful, and the mom told me I was a "10" because I explained everything so clearly to them. I felt great hearing that. I was in the hallway as they left when I heard a thud. My patient was face down on the floor. I rushed over and turned her on her back. All I could think while attending to her was REALLY? I'm a "10" and now my patient faints? And how much more could I take? We revived her, gave her IV fluids, and sent her home.
Somehow, I pushed through the day and got it all done. Truth be told, I don't know how I held it all together yesterday. Maybe it was the exhaustion? I kept a straight face when one mom told me her son and his father have farting contests and sometimes the fart isn't just a fart. It felt like I talked about poop a lot yesterday. Yep, living the dream...
Do you remember that scene from National Lampoon's Vacation? The one where Chevy Chase loses it in the car?
That's how I felt yesterday when I was driving home, reflecting on one the most stressful 24 hours of my life. Marathon training? How is that happening? It was easier to train when the boys were younger! What was I thinking? Well, guess what..it's no longer training...it's a quest! Or as Clark Griswold put it:
......It's a quest. It's a quest for fun. You're gonna have fun, and I'm gonna have fun... We're all gonna have so much fucking fun we're gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles! You'll be whistling 'Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah' out of your assholes! I must be crazy!..
And no, I don't need an aspirin. Wine? Maybe....
I went to bed last night with the plan to try that run again in the morning. Smiled at my new shoes that were just waiting for me. I also needed to do a yoga session, so I got up early to get both done before I needed leave for work at noon. Both boys were home last night and for a change, I slept well. The alarm went off at 5 and I got up and out the door by 6. I had a wonderful 8 mile run and maintained a nice pace of 9:10 mins/mile. I was breathing comfortably, enough to sing along with some of my songs. Yep, I'm that runner. But it was a good run, the one I've been looking for. I need my miles. Regained my sanity. Got my confidence back. I can do this. I'm going to conquer it.