It's been a rough few weeks, at work and physically. I haven't mentioned it yet thanks to all the marathon hoopla, but my company went through another round of major layoffs, I lost a key person to me here at work, which has resulted in some stress. It has been harder on me than I expected, I miss her, my job is harder without her. I start to tear up knowing she isn't coming back. I guess you realize how much seeing someone every day at works means to you when they aren't there any longer. I've handled all the other layoffs like a champ, it was fine, but this one... this one has been rough. In addition, some people have been leaving here on their own, like my buddy Jerf the IT guy, he has been deployed to the Iraq.
Anyway, I'm bummed because I've decided to heed wise advice and not run my all time favorite 10K on Saturday, the River Run. The more I think about it, the more sad I've become. But I've been through this before, the not being able to run a race bum-out and it will be fine. I'm still going (now I'm also going to be at the race to work for one of our stations sponsoring the event since there are no longer enough people left in the building to do certain jobs, so the rest of us are picking up the slack, it's the nature of the game) and cheering on all my friends and Ed who will be doing the race. I've been deemed the official race paparazzi, let the stalking begin. I'm looking at this as an opportunity to return the favor of everyone who cheered me on, now it's my turn. I think it will actually be really fun.
In other poopery news, I attempted to run for the first time since 'm' day last night. That was ugly on a stick. One and a half miles, never broke a 10:30... awesome. Although I did go to spin the night before, which kicked my butt. Plus it was raining on my run, and I took Milo and he wanted to pee on every living thing in sight. I love running in the rain, but when I got home from my pathetic attempt, Ed called and forgot he didn't have a car. So dripping wet and cold I had to drive to his office to pick him up.
Then we rushed to get ready to go to a Cinco de Mayo Birthday celebration for my friend Liz... which was quite entertaining (being the sober one is always MUCH more entertaining!), and oh there will be pictures with sombrero butting to come! But for now, just a random photo, I have to leave you with something. I was so cold though, that I decided it was a good idea to wear a turtleneck sweater, I am lame. And old. And tired.
*sabrina texting in the background, clearly she didn't want to be associated with us*
More poopery you ask? I went to my Dr. again this morning to address yet again my non-stop ear issue. It's like white noise... and please for the sake of my literal hypochondria problem, refrain from commenting on the ear issue. It's not healthy for me. Just know I'm starting yet another round of medication and if that doesn't do the trick, off to the specialist. I get nervous about these things... as most hypos do. And yes, it is a literal problem, not the casual ohhh I have swine flu joking i'm a hypochondriac thing... nope I am a real one.
Like in the way that my doctor knows, suggested some help for me, and is very understanding about it. This problem often leaves me in tears of frustration, it isn't a fun issue to have. Anyway, I just choose not to elaborate on it on my blog because it is an obnoxious and annoying personal problem. Much like feminine itch. BLECH. But I aim for pure honesty on my blog, and this is something I've been dealing with hardcore for the past two weeks.
Verbal diarrhea complete. Poopery indeed. I just needed to vent, these things usually go in my personal journal... so welcome to the mind of ME! You just got a sneak peek! LUCKY. Thanks for listening. I'm ready to go home, watch some AI on TiVo, eat an entire package of Milano's and hope tomorrow is a little easier.
I have more pictures and some happiness for you tomorrow no matter what.