My last race of the year was a couple weeks ago. The Huntersville Half. Not my favorite race, but I like the date - right between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I went into it with no expectations. I have been struggling with a hamstring issue, and was at the beginning of a horrible chest cold. Nothing like falling apart, right before a race.
I started running with a friend, but by mile 6 pulled ahead. Before the end of mile 7, I had passed the 2:00 hour pacer person, and all I could think of was, "Don't lose it." So a race that I went into feeling like crap, and not having any goal, other than to get a good workout on a freezing Saturday morning, became a. . .race. I could not, mentally, allow that 2:00 hour pacer to pass me. So I didn't. I finished in 1:59, and then fell apart. I was sick the rest of the weekend, and then spent the following week caring for sick children.
With Winter Break finally here though, I figured it would be a good opportunity to relax, clean, and just be with the family.
In a totally un-me like move, I decided to NOT make holiday cards this year. Like the Huntersville Half, it didn't start out that way - but it quickly evolved into an executive decision, to save my sanity. I cannot get a picture of my kids that is even halfway decent. One or both is in constant motion, there is always at least one set of bunny ears in the picture, and I am lucky to get one of them looking at the camera - if I am lucky. It was stressing me out too much. It's still stressing me out, but I don't know what to do about it. Maybe buy a picture frame from the store, with a gorgeous stock family photo, and send that out? I might resort to that. . .
Now that we are all slowly recovering from our chest colds, I got the great news (sense sarcasm here folks) that I need gum surgery. Now. So, this very afternoon, I will be getting some (hopefully awesome) drugs, and getting my gums rebuilt. I won't go into detail - in fact, I asked the Dentist to stop telling me about the procedure because it was freaking me out. I feel like I need meds now, just to get to the appointment.
I remember, when complaining about getting older, my father said, "At some point, it is just about fixing all the parts before they fall off." I am there. . .Gums. Check.
And, because the universe has a great sense of humor, what do I get in the mail, but a notice for a mammogram! Really? They couldn't wait a few more weeks until I was at least truly 40? No, let's add insult to injury and just hit me all at once with the fact that I am turning 40.
What are you doing for the Big 4-0, you might ask me? Well, let me tell you! I will be a single mother, while my husband goes off to Vegas for the week.
Now, I know he is going for work, and will most likely be doing this:
But, as he is going to Vegas, all I can picture, is that he will be doing this:
During MY Birthday week.
Oh universe, you are hilarious.
