Runfessions: March

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I am so glad March is coming to an end. I don't know about you but this month felt like the longest month ever! It's been bitterly cold and windy, although we have escaped most of the weather wrath that has plagued so much of the country. A little mini-runfession here, I'm really tired of complaining about the weather. In spite of the bad weather, running-wise, it's been a good month for me and I'll share some of that in Sunday's Weekly Wrap.

Since it is the end of the month, it's time to runfess! Every month, Marcia hosts runfessions, which is a great place for runners to share their running sins. There is no penance, just that good feeling of clearing the conscience and starting a new month with a clean slate! It's been a long month, but in keeping with the Friday Five theme, I'll stick to just having 5 runfessions.

Last Sunday's Shamrock Shuffle 8k was amazing. With my surprising fast finish time, I couldn't stop smiling. As I wandered through the finisher's chute, still smiling, I walked over to the area where finisher photos were being taken. I asked the photographer if she could take a picture of me with my phone. She told me "it wasn't allowed". While I was talking to her, another woman came up and offered to take my picture. The photographer repeated that "it wasn't allowed". I asked her what would happen to me if the woman took my photo. I runfess that it was kind of rude of me. I could justify this by reminding MarathonFoto of all the pictures I've bought from them in the past. But there's no need since I won't be purchasing any photos this time. Karma won out with the selection they sent me, including that finish line gem above.

Remember that Lenten sacrifice I made? The one where I was giving up wine for Lent because my liver staged a full-on rebellion? To help my liver recover, my physician stopped the offending medication and I started taking milk thistle, an herb purported to detoxify the liver.  I runfess that about 3 weeks into my dry spell, I fell off the wagon. There was a dinner with my high school friend. Lunch with MB in Florida. Staying with my parents in Florida. I'm pretty sure this runfession surprises no one. I am weak. I love wine. Please don't judge me. Life is short.

Speaking of my parents, while I love them dearly, I guiltily runfess that spending extended amounts of time with them is a real test of my patience. Actually, it's exhausting. My mom is hard of hearing but won't wear a hearing aid, so talking with her can be a challenge. Although I have to admit that her misinterpretations can be kind of humorous at times. My dad constantly interrupts conversations to tell you something, sometimes poking my arm with a "hey, Wendy" to get my attention. I know that I'm lucky to be able to spend time like this with them, so it feels bad to even share this. But it is what it is.

During the week of my nurse practitioner conference, which was held in downtown Chicago, I may not have gotten a lot of running in, but I walked all the miles that week, walking from the train station to the lakefront hotel and back. The conference announced a step competition and you know I was all over that. On Wednesday, we filled out little slips of paper with our steps. I looked over at one woman's and she had over 23,000 steps each day. I runfess that I considered that she may have cheated. It's a thing, you know. Although because she's a member of the most trusted profession, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. But her total still begs the question: how did she do it?

On a run earlier this month, I took out my anger on the most hateful of the candidates running for Illinois governor. I was at a stoplight, waiting for the green light when I noticed her sign stuck in the ground. I runfess that I pulled the sign out of the ground and threw it to the ground, where I stomped on it. I noticed the people in the car next to me watching. The light turned green and I crossed the street, where there was another sign, which also I pulled out of the ground threw to the side. A few blocks later, there was another one and I tossed it in the bushes. Thank goodness she didn't win the nomination.

Whew! That's a lot of runfessing. What do you have to runfess? It's been a long month, so I'm sure you have a few things? Ever get so upset about a political candidate that you take it out on their signs? Do you count steps? Race photos, yay or nay? Any funny parent stories?

I'm linking up with Marcia's Healthy Slice for Runfessions and Running on Happy and Fairytales and Fitness for the Friday Five! Have a great weekend.