Let's head into the runfessional, shall we?
Sure, why not start out with the weather? Which, by the way, has been truly fantastic for February in Chicago. This time of year is usually pretty brutal for us. Most years, the only good thing I can say about February is that it only has 28 days. But not this year. We've had a stretch of sunny 60-70 degree days that just keeps on going. We haven't had snow since December 17. I runfess that even though I know it's wrong, that this weather is due to climate change and that's not a good thing, I love this weather and I don't want it to be right.
|Even our cooldown isn't looking so bad.|
Last weekend, I received an email from the New York City Marathon that said: "Last day to claim your free NYCM lottery entry!" They had me at "free". Last year they charged $11 to enter the lottery. I couldn't help myself. I went to the website and filled out the application. When I got to the page where I needed to enter my credit card information in case I did get a spot, I runfess that I closed the page before I completed the application. What was I thinking?
At work, we've been training some nurse practitioners to become more comfortable with pediatrics. Last week, I was examining a baby and talking with the mom when all of a sudden I felt the NP I was training press herself into my back and put her head over my shoulder. I could feel her breath on my neck. I'm pretty sure she did this so she could see what I was seeing but I'm also pretty sure that in some settings this would have qualified as an assault. I runfess that I was extremely uncomfortable. In fact, I froze. It was one of those situations where I was rendered speechless, which is very rare for me. I still haven't gotten over it. I rarely talk about work on the blog, but this was an incident too disturbing to keep inside.
I runfess that this recent flare of my rheumatoid arthritis has made me angry. I can't deny this. What is the point of being compliant with my treatment regimen if I'm going to flare? I'm taking my weekly methotrexate shots without complaining. I survived steroid psychosis! I've been making smoothies with things that 2 months ago wouldn't have graced my grocery cart much less my lips. Drinking beet shots, for god's sake! I may as well go off the rails and party like it's 1999! Or pull a Fiona like on Shameless. Her life was in the toilet, so she figured f**k it and broke probation, drank and drugged herself silly, and found herself in Sheboygan. Sigh. But I bet the liquor is a lot cheaper up there.
Have you ever been in yoga class when someone farted? Did you laugh? Maybe I'm just immature. How's the weather where you are? Do you have personal space issues? Are you watching Shameless? Have you had marathoner's remorse when you signed up for a race impulsively?
I'm linking up with Marcia for her monthly Runfessions linkup! I'm also linking up with Running on Happy and Fairytales and Fitness for the Friday 5 2.0!