On this beautiful but chilly morning…
I ran outside. (This was the semi-exciting thing I referenced in my last post.)
According to mapmyrun.com (thanks, Lindsay!), the distance was 2.13 miles. However. I definitely walked more than half of that, because A) my endurance level is apparently really quite pathetic, and B) those sneakers need to be replaced. I had forgotten that I stuck orthotics in them, which squeeze my foot so that the shoe feels too small, but at the same time my heels are slipping out of the back. Very strange, and not exactly comfortable!
This is very frustrating to me. I’m not really averse to trying new things; I just don’t like doing them repeatedly, because then I won’t be able to use the novice excuse to explain why I suck at it. That’s been an overriding theme in my life since I was a kid: I want to be really good at something. Yes, there are a lot of things at which I can do okay… but just once, I want to know what it feels like to do something and dominate it.
Anyway, going out for a run turned out not to be quite as simple as it sounds. It was very difficult to figure out a way to carry anything with me, which I needed to do because I wanted to go to the gym. The one closest to my house doesn’t open until 9.00, and my DEXA appointment was at 9.30, so I had to drag all the way in to the gym I would have gone to if I went to work. I decided that this time I’d try not eating beforehand, to see if that would get rid of the annoying side stitch. It didn’t, really… I am obviously doing something wrong.
This also showcases extremely poor planning on my part, because I didn’t want to carry anything extra (though I clearly took my camera — priorities, people!), so I didn’t have any food with me. Then when I got home, I dashed in the door for the car keys and dashed right back out to get to my appointment on time. When I go for extended periods of time without eating, instead of thinking, Hey, you should be hungry by this point, so eating is probably a good idea, I tend to think, Hey, I wonder how many hours I can make this last! It sets of a cacophony off oh-so-tempting voices. Not literally, because though I am definitely not “all there,” I don’t actually have voices in my head!
Oh, yes, the DEXA. It was fine, I guess; the doctor won’t get the results until the end of next week. The technician told me that I have a beautifully straight spine. I told her she could tell that to my crazy doctor, who decided when I was ten that I had a curvature of the spine, because that was his diagnosis du jour at the time! (Hey… that rhymes!)
And I also paid something forward:
I know, I know, it’s a horrible picture… but there are forty minutes left in my parking meter. There were forty minutes left in it when I nabbed the spot, so I guess the next person enjoyed some free time too.
When I finally got home again…
The bowl is actually the more exciting thing here! I’ve been looking for a bowl like this (wide and shallow, as opposed to narrow and deep) for what seems like forever. And it was only $1.99! Inside: quinoa flakes, vanilla extract, Truvia, salt, and dried cherries. Cherry vanilla quinoa flakes?
I don’t seem to eat anything but breakfast food on Fridays. That’s fine with me…
Waffles with sugar-free chocolate syrup and banana slices.
Strange new shoes, which I wore to the library.
Don’t know what to make of the shoes; but apparently my posture doesn’t need correcting, given my “beautifully straight spine”! So why does my back hurt?? Anyway, I went to the library to pick up two books that were on the hold shelf. I came away with seventeen. See why I can’t be trusted in a library?!
As per my system, this little whine / rant (subsequently to be known as a “whant”) is in a different text color… I knew that I wanted to run outside today, and I was quite eager to try it. When I woke up this morning, I was exhausted. I have no idea why, because I went to sleep pretty early last night … since I was exhausted then, too. This is exactly how I felt last year, before I went on the thyroid meds; no matter how much sleep I got, I was chronically exhausted. This freaks me out, because aside for the annoyance factor of being tired all the time, if my thyroid is underactive, I am going to have a barely-existent metabolism. Again. This is, basically, my worst fears being realized. And on top of that, this isn’t something about which I care to delve into details, but it will suffice to say that I am not exactly having the greatest of days in terms of body image. Let’s just leave it at that.
This week we light candles at 7.40. It is only going to get later. This makes me very sad. Actually, no, “sad” isn’t the right word. It makes me feel anxious. And I hate it.
Our streak of lovely weather seems to have come to an end — we are expecting a “strong thunderstorm” tomorrow! I’m actually quite glad, because I love it when it’s storming outside and I’m curled up in my bed. That’s exactly where I intend to be until at least noon, so that should work out nicely.
Have a great weekend!
“The best of all medicines is resting and fasting.”