Psychobabble
The ending of The Joy Luck Club still makes me cry. I know this is extremely un-guy-like, but I can't help it. This movie just gets me. Not just the watery eyes either, but having to dab the tears and the sniffly nose.
Now to some guy-stuff! Golly, I sure love pain! Hooyah!
I feel like myself again, now.
My Achilles is healing extremly fast, but I fear there's been too much damage to heal in time for the Jemez 50M this weekend. We'll see. Every week I put Humpty Dumpty back together again, and each weekend I hope not to fall off the wall again.
I was limping this morning, but by noon, I was not. My body wants to run. I feel 100% everywhere except my left ankle and heel. I'm like a caged wild animal. I want to RUN! I can't wait for this weekend. I have no idea what will happen - just doing the best I can.
Had a dental appointment this morning - no time for podiatrist.
Got training class Tuesday - no time for podiatrist.
Need to register my over-due car with emissions test Wednesday - no time for podiatrist.
I can't see out of my glasses, they're so scratched-up and old. I'm practically blind. I need to get a new prescription and glasses/contacts. Jury duty last week. I keep taking so much time off work they're giving me shit that I'm practically never at work anymore. Now I'm also supposed to go to a doctor about my injuries? This is totally not kosher, but I need to fit it in.
I'm officially no longer training. At all. All I do is race, and mend, race, and mend. Last year wasn't like this. Last year I kicked ass. Last year I had my High Priestess, Lucy, giving massages and doing her little prayer-thingy over me. But I started falling in love with her, which was creeping me out since you don't do that with your therapist. And I need to start saving for my son's college, so I had to stop going to Lucy.
This is another disjointed rambling psycho-post, I know. What can I say? It's how I am.
posted by JeffO @ 9:15 PM
4 Comments:
I'm just going out on a limb here, but your race schedule is beyond too heavy. Personally, I hate racing at a fraction of my ability, then wondering, "Hmmm, I wonder how I would've done if..."
Race Jemez and you'll be having surgery on a destroyed tendon. Just a thought.
Dude! I know what you mean! I cry every time I watch "Fight Club" with my girl! But then the make-up sex is GREAT!
I rolled my ankle at the Mac last weekend, it didn't hurt 2 minutes after (guess is - endorphines), not Sunday, not even Monday on the run or at the gym. Today it hurt from step on to the end of 8M trail run. And now...even as I sit. Shit! I don't get injured! Oh, well, no time for doctor either. BTW, at my massage school we had a whole class discussing clients falling for an LMT - and vise versa. Heavy stuff, but I see it happening. I fell in love with my chiro some time ago, stopped seeing him as well:)
The Joy Luck Club! You're kidding, right? That movie is so ridiculously overdone on the emotional drama front it almost hurts. Each to their own, I guess.
Good luck at Jemez this weekend. Don't kill yourself out there, and drop if you have to.
BTW - training is overrated.
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