She warns us at the beginning of the song “this might REALLY suck” and she is so very, very right. I downloaded Tori Amos’ cover of “I Ran” today because I thought I’d be clever and go out on that note during my comeback run.
Let me tell you something- there isn’t a setting on that treadmill high enough to escape her; it was brutal, and it was especially punishing that I chose it toward the end of my run because I was tired and uncoordinated so I fumbled around with the controls on the phone and couldn’t fast forward her. Oh, Tori. Thanks for trying to warn me. I wish I’d listened to you.
I haven’t run since before I got the flu. When was that, September? My calves hurt already which doesn’t bode well for tomorrow, but as long as I can pretend there’s no upstairs I think we’ll be OK. And no outside. No upstairs, and no outside. I can do that.
The problem with going away for the holidays and being part of my family is twofold: a) They wait. They don’t postpone Christmas or anything, but they hold one family dinner. So two days after we got back, not even two days-we were at a family dinner.
And since they were so awesome to hold that family dinner for us with all the leftovers and the shared food and the relatives who are recovering from the H1N1 virus and everything, we’re all sick. Super!
Which leads me to B) My workload waits for me too. You know, the WORKload! The computer workload? Since I’m the person who does all that? So the last 2 days of everyone’s vacation, what am I doing? Working on computers, fixing documents, cleaning up viruses, setting shit up, processing our vacation photos, ordering prints… you know- decompressing. My husband thinks I’ve been futzing off on the computer for two days but I’ve worked no less than 14 hours on my brother’s computer and processed 475 photos in the last 3 days. I mean holy crap. I can’t see straight. I hate computers already and I just came home from 10 days without one.
If anyone needs me I’ll be over here in the corner bitching.