There will be running talk at the end of this post,
I promise.
I was on the way to get my darling daughter from school but took a slight detour into a store that had gift baskets from crafters that have applied to be in the craft fair I am organizing. I had to go check them out but quickly realized, I was running late and had to go.
I ran out of the store and into the parking lot, which was oddly empty and disturbing. I was trying to find my car but was more focused on the guys around another car that looked trashed and they seemed upset. And that is when I noticed my car there to the right with the driver door open, windows smashed, and tires slashed. My heart sank and although I knew there was nothing valuable in my car,
I learned that lesson last time, I was distraught over the damage and more distraught over how I was going to get to my darling daughter in time. I quickly registered that those guys were in the same predicament and noticed a third trashed car further back in the parking lot. I didn't have the heart to walk closer to my car and turned to go back to the mall and get help. I passed a couple of people and asked for help and they quickly said no and rushed away.
I had to get my daughter. I called my dear hubby but of course, he didn't answer the phone so I couldn't ask him to rush to her. I called a dear friend and she was stuck at work and her hubby wasn't at home and that would have been so perfect if he was. They live
5 minutes from my daughter's school. I was so distraught I could barely get my words out to her and I just wanted to ask her to go next door and get my hubby from work so my daughter won't start to get scared because mommy is late. I ended up crying out in agony only to awake and find myself safely in my bed with my darling daughter tucked in my arm. I cuddled her a bit more tightly, showered her with kisses, and went back to sleep thankful that this time,
the car incident was just a bad dream.
A couple of hours later my alarm went off and it was time to get up and go to work. I pulled myself from bed with dread. I must confess,
I loved my job. Not many people can say that but I did,
really, I did. Yes, there were tough days, dreaded meetings that you get yourself through by treating yourself to a purchased lunch,
but I loved my job! About a week ago, things changed and I dread my job and really hope that I can get over this.
Perhaps this is just another bad dream and I haven't woke up yet? I can always wish, right? And no treating myself to a lunch,
not in the budget.
But it is not all doom and gloom as I am slowly getting back into my running routine and am getting optimistic that I may be able to pull off that training plan and PR in February!
After my
1.5 mile run on Monday
(overall pace was 14'37") I took it easier on Tuesday. I only ran
1.06 miles with an overall pace of
14'09" (my fastest so far with the broken toe). However, I don't know if I can truly call it easier just because the distance was shorter as I did irregular intervals. Essentially, I did some faster segments but the duration for work and recovery varied on how I felt. It was a fun interval workout and allowed me to test my toe a bit. Yesterday, I slowed things down a bit with a
2 mile run and an overall pace of
14'20". My running profile was a lopsided pyramid with more speed in the second half. I am doing all my runs barefoot on my home treadmill with my dad above me...
with this view to the side...
and afterwards I go outside to cool down.
I really do need to get a little fan to put on my treadmill once my runs get even longer. Right now, I am doing okay.
Today I am grateful for:
- Blog comments
- Photo editing
- Making coffee at work
- Good friends
- Co-workers who care