Giant. Graham. Cracker. Goldfish.
Still good even if broken. Poor fishes. They never stood a chance.
Like the out-of-the-blue goldfish I’m going to do pull together a post with all the paragraphs of stuff that I’ve written in the past week but it wasn’t enough to make into a full post or didn’t fit into what I was writing about at the time. Or just filler because, post-LR on Saturday, my runs have been boring. And my quads have been achy. And I’m exhausted. I have managed to take advantage of some nice weather (54* on Sunday and I avoided the precipitation on Monday) but they were boring.
I’m hoping that, as I’m posting this, my Tuesday run is going…well I’m not unhappy with my past two runs! But I want something to shout from the rooftops. I’m trying to keep in mind what all of you keep telling me: focus on the next two weeks and get to Hopkington healthy.
FIRST: you can rest assured that I have clean clothes to wear. I finally did laundry. Sure I may have told all my friends that I was going here-there-and-everywhere-they-aren’t Friday night. But that’s because, after4or 5 consecutive weekends of going out I needed to launder my clothes, open a bottle of wine and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
I also needed to catch up on sleep because I’ve been getting 3-4 hours a night this past week. Yes, I know I can function on little sleep and it’d be one thing if I was staying up late
partying doing something productive. But it’s because I get up 3-4 times to PEE . I’ve even enacted a “no drinking anything post 1900″ rule (the exception being drinking alcohol. Then I sleep like a baby with no wake ups. Weird?) And no it’s not diabetes. I know this because I get tested literally every time I go to the doctors. Every. Single. Time. Thoughts?
But don’t worry I made up for the staying in on Saturday night.
SECOND: I am a nerd.
And proud of it. What makes this even better (my sister sent it to me) is that I’m reading excerpts from Stephen Hawking’s new book. (and I’m obsessed with Epic Rap Battles of History)
Remember when I bragged about going through a salt shaker every, like, 10 days or so? Well that’s ending. As of last week. As you may, or may not, know part of my job is medically recording doctor’s notes (kind of, well exactly, like a scribe) and one of the doctors was talking about how she told a patient to stop adding salt to food due to hypertension (HTN). Out of curiosity I asked the doctor if I should be worried about my salt consumption and my future health, because currently I am as fit as a fiddle with no family history of HTN (and edit: my BP is routinely 95/60 or something very close to it). Well she told me to quit the salt. Or at least start to cut back.
Damn. I’ve added little to no salt to things since then and man, does my food taste different. I know my taste buds will get used to it but still. This is going to suck. I know the last time I did this I got really lightheaded and got many head rushes so I’m slowing weaning myself off of it to adjust. But DAMN SKIPPY.
Thanks google for giving me this. Because I’m too young to actually know where it came from 😉
If you see me passed out on the side of the road, please insert a salt IV. Please?
FOURTH: I was going to end this post with a funny FailBlog picture about how proficiency decrease but focus increases when a deadline comes rushing up (it was a x vs. y graph. Yes I am a nerd). But then I found this instead on MthruFri.com.
Hopefully you’ve been thoroughly entertained by this post. I know it was highly amusing to peruse funny websites and youtube.