Since this is supposed to be a running blog, I suppose I should talk about running. Unfortunately, I have no actual running to report. Jim and I went to 'couples therapy' on Friday.....as in we both saw the physical therapist at the same time. She tortured his hamstrings while I was getting warmed up and then she turned around and stretched the backs of my legs until I was ready to kick her. Honestly, I have a love/hate relationship with that whole stretching thing. My legs feel great since then but oh, the pain at the time. Jim's legs have not improved much and it seems that one thing starts to feel better and something else gets whacked out. We feel decrepit this week. This is not good.
Then there are the Pathetic offspring. Ah. Bright children they are. Usually. Sort of. Anyway.....This week, the seventeen-year-old (son#4) did something remarkable. He lost the keys to his car (once again, I use that term loosely since not much about that pile of junk still resembles a motor vehicle). Now I realize that people lose their car keys all the time but in the Pathetic family, we don't do things like normal people. We do them BETTER. No, numero quatro didn't just lose his car keys ..........he went out two days later and lost the remaining set of car keys. The car has been parked at the grocery store all week. This, of course, made me extremely happy since then he had to use MY car all week to get to school (he's going to community college). I had to walk to work. What is wrong with this picture?
Tomorrow, he finally has a day off both school and work and he'll call Honda or a locksmith. I must post a picture of his car. It's an '88 Civic with royal blue hubcaps and no rear bumper. The old-lady-gold paint has dulled and it has bright Milford-Maverick-Red writing all over the hood and sides from when some of his high school friends used window paint to write on it before a football game. (not advisable)
Right now, I'm extremely busy and it's a good thing because it's keeping me from being too depressed about the running. I think I might be up and running by marathon time, but I will have lost so much of my conditioning. I refuse to sacrifice the long-term running for the short-term marathon goal, so when I go back to the sports medicine doctor, I will address those issues. I don't want to do even half the marathon if it means I'm going to be unable to run for the next few months. Jim and I are both anxious to get back to running together. We'll see what the Doc says. In the meantime, I just don't have the time, between homeschooling, mothering, and work, to always manage to get to the Y when there is lap swimming, babysitting, etc. I also am having trouble switching gears. It was tough enough to train my body to run double digits.....but to retrain it to do hours of swimming? Daunting at this point. Whine, whine, whine, and whine again. Excuse my hormones.
Tune in later this week when I will try to be a more positive person or at least post some pictures of Dave's car to make you laugh.
Happy Running! (or limping, as the case may be)