I had Physical Therapy last night, and I feel like we're making some progress on this tendonitis. I told him I needed to run the Fox Cities Marathon in the fall... and he told me I was addicted to running like a crackhead is addicted to crack.... and then after I told him all about the race this past weekend, he said I was more like a crack dealer, because I get all my friends addicted too... ha.
I still don't know when I'm going to be able to run, but he has me on the elliptical for 25 minutes 3 times/week... so I hope we're getting close. I've really been trying to stay away from Dr. Google... because, well, it can be terrifying. I learned that lesson back when I was told I had monoamniotic twins (later found out they were diamniotic)... man, you do not want to google that phrase when you're pregnant... a lot of places will tell you the survival rate of these twins is about 50%. Thankfully, the survival rate is much higher now... anyway, I digress.
The other day, I had an awful day.... Woke up groggy a half an hour after my alarm was supposed to go off... sped to the gym... ran inside... only to find I had locked my damn keys in my car. Ugh. My momma was nice enough to come bail me out... but it set the tone for the day. Took the kids to the grocery store, and for the first time ever they screamed like madmen.. the whole time. I was totally one of those moms. It was weird too how I totally didn't even feel embarassed like I had imagined I would. People were looking at me like I was nutso though when I made up a song about my "Screamy McScreamerpants". Ah well.
Luckily, my day took an awesome turn when I got home:
Don't judge me for the big mounds of trash and micellaneous crap piled on the side of the garage. In our defense, we are renovating the garage... and you totally can't see that side from the road.
Haha. Oh, and if you don't want to watch the video, it's a groundhog. And it's super cute. In fact, just skip to like 1:25 to see the cutest groundhog face ever. I'll admit, I was a little scared when he backed out of the hole, because maybe I was encountering a particularly vicious breed of groundhog... which is why I felt the need to talk him down like a crazy weilding a gun "...be cool, dude..."
I know guys, I too can't wait til I can go back about writing about running.. thanks for sticking around.. :)