some days I feel like complaining ...

99% of the time, I am happy-go-lucky. I don't really let things bother me. Especially when I can't do anything about life's little annoyances. But some days, like today, my perspective gets a little skewed and I feel the need to complain. Maybe putting it all out there will help me regain my positive energy ...

Dizzle has been running a fever since Thursday. Sometimes it's 101 and sometimes it's 105. She complains of random ailments, but nothing major or consistent. The doctor suspects a UTI and put her on medication while she waits for the lab results. Dizzle hates the taste and we basically have to force down her throat. I just want her to feel better. I'm kind of over the whole thing.

Weekends make my house messy. And I don't like mess. With everyone around, I never get to tidy up like I do when they are at school and work. Tending to a sick kid has put me even further behind. I'm not a fan.

On Friday we leave for J's little brother's wedding. J, Dizzle and Doodle are all in the wedding. It's probably going to be super cute. Well, except for the part where I have to handle Dilly once she realizes that she's the only one NOT in the wedding party. She might only be one, but she doesn't like to be left out. And she much prefers J to me and is likely to make a dash for the alter if I don't hold her tight enough. It should be a blast.

Since we are leaving in four days, I need to front load my miles this week. I know that I can probably squeeze in a five miler or two while we are traveling, but my longer runs aren't as likely. That means I am planning on running 39 miles in the next four days. And I ran 26 miles this weekend. You do the math, that's a lot of distance to cover without a rest day.

I have to pack for our trip. Enough said.

My iPod died while we were on vacation. I took it to be repaired yesterday, but of course they couldn't fit me in. So, now I have to go back this morning (with two kids in tow) to see if they can do anything. Hopefully, I walk out of the Apple store with a new iPod. One that I did not pay for.

I've got some life stresses that are worrying me. I don't really feel like talking about it, but it's kind of weighing me down. I wish I could just let go, but I'm not really good with the unresolved.

Hmm. Not really sure that helped at all ...

excuses ...

I love my schedule. I follow it to a T. It's my Type-A personality. It pushes me to strive to be perfect all the time. But, don't tell anyone, I'm not. (I am pretty good at faking though.) At times, things go wrong. Plans go astray. Life gets bumpy. Or I get lazy. Like when I didn't run my scheduled 20 miler on Saturday.

The following is a list of what may or may not be excuses as to why I did not run:

1. I ran an a**-kicking five mile tempo run on Thursday (8:21 pace, if you were wondering.) I followed that run by the most sucktastic five miler on Friday. I barely survived. It was horrible. And I finished that run less than 10 hours before my scheduled 20 miler. At that point, I just wasn't feeling it.

2. I have been nursing a sore throat and some nasal congestion since Thursday. It's not getting any worse, but it's not really getting any better either. An extra day of rest was only going to help, right?

3. The temperature on Saturday morning at 6 a.m. was 70. The temperature today at 6 a.m. was 54. Enough said.

4. My iPod was non-functional. Apparently, if you NEVER remove your iPod from the armband and NEVER remove the earbuds from the iPod, your sweat will start to corrode the device. The metal was eaten away on the top (near the bezel) and the plug for the earbuds was permanently welded by calcified sweat into the plug. Not a problem until you attempt to remove it, at which point, the cord will rip off and the plug will remain. Fan-freaking-tastic. $200 later, I now have a working iPod (and will religiously be removing it from the armband after my runs).


5. Sleeping in (even if it was only until 7:45) sounded far more appealing than hitting the pavement for 3+ hours.


6. I wanted to wear my capris on Saturday. And they don't really go with my recovery socks.

7. I didn't REALLY want to run 68 miles in a seven day period (Sunday-Saturday). I much preferred the thought of only logging 50 miles in seven days (Monday-Sunday).

8. J made me.

P.S. - Those excuses were short lived. I am headed out the door right now ...