I have a ton of stuff to tell you!
First, my little Alex is sick. :( A sick baby is so sad... I cannot even tell you... He slept in til almost eight this morning (which is totally unheard of), and then wouldn't even eat his breakfast. This is a child who LOVES food and shoves everything he can into his face.
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OK, about my doctor's appointment. I saw a lady nurse practitioner, who is also named Kim, and she's a super awesome runner. In fact, she's doing the full marathon in Green Bay in a few weeks... she's a rockstar. Anyway, she did an X-ray and didn't see anything on the scan, and then sat me down to have the hard talk. She said that it could be a number of things: stress fracture, shin splints, inflammation of the fascia in my leg, but the treatment is the same for all of these things. Rest. Ice. blah blah blah... honestly, when I heard rest, I zoned out and just heard the Charlie Brown Wah-wah-wah...
So, here's my plan. I am going to ice the hell out of this stupid leg, and then I'm going to sit on my butt, and then next Friday, if I'm pain free (serious finger-crossing here guys) I am going to run the half the following weekend. If I'm not pain free, then you'll be able to find me curled up in my bed surrounded by chocolate wrappers, take-out food containers, and a giant vodka tonic. Not a pretty picture, OK?
So pretty much my whole doctor's appointment/leg thing could be my first Things I Hate Thursdays topic, because I pretty much hate everything about my dumb leg right now, but I'm going to try to be more positive, and talk sweetly to it, like a plant. Then it'll grow healthy and strong, right?
What else. Oh yes, W2 D2 of pushup challenge done... it was like seventy pushups, and it was glorious. I think Nick is a little scared of my pythons. Nick was in the Army, so he can bust out a million push-ups like it's nothing, but he still pretends we do a lot to make me feel better. Sweet husband. :)
And now.. it's time for...
I hate when you're at a restaurant trying to decide between two entrees, like say a grilled chicken sandwich and a yummy salad, and after much deliberation you choose the sandwich. Then, when the food is about to arrive, you realize you'd forgotten which you'd picked and spent the last fifteen minutes preparing your tastebuds for some fresh, crunchy, salad. And then you quick try to fantasize about a juicy steaming chicken breast, but there's no use... you really wanted the salad.
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