A blank note pad and a pen is far more empowering than the “notes” app on an iPhone I’ve realized.
I haven’t taken any pain meds since 6 a.m. this morning, and my ankle feels pretty good. I’m going to keep holding off on meds as long as this continues. Majorly good news.
I felt slightly foolish posting the photo, but I am a very visual person and I prefer all of my blog posts to have a visual reference. It’s just my personal modus operand. I have a problem with iPhone addiction and I’m just now getting to the point where I’m not taking photos of every piece of food I eat. So far I think I’ve kept my Tumblr blog running smoothly despite my inability to run but staying home 24 hours a day on a sofa with a broken ankle will lead to boredom and bad tumblr moments. Hopefully not often.
Epic Coffee Spill #3
Epic Spill #1: It was a sultry summer morning in the late 90’s and I was sitting on my bedroom floor with my back against my bed. I had a massive sunburn on my abdomen, scorching red skin. I was sipping a piping hot Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. I’ll let you figure out the rest.
Epic Spill #2: At my mom’s house. I had a large cup of black coffee in the typical white paper cup we all have come to know and love. My mom at the time had WHITE CARPET in her kitchen, UNTIL …
So by normal standards, today was pretty weak. I’ll try harder next time.
Flashback Friday: April 2013
I was planning on my first race of 2014 to be the Friends University 5K. I opened up my email last night and got the invite :( The photo is of me posing with Freddy Falcon at last year’s race after I won first place in my age group (and to be honest I already posted this last year on my race recap but oh well). I graduated from Friends U. so it was an honor to run there. I’d like to defend my old-man age group title, but looks like I’ll have to wait til 2015.
Post Script: Purpose of Life Post
Thanks for the comments on that post. It’s sort of one of those topics that has tentacles, I could have went on and on and on into others areas. I am envious of people who like their job or career but I am not chasing that dream, I guess I just want to have that one thing that I know is something I was meant to do and love. Running is certainly something that I found to love that I didn’t even know about until a few years ago. I wouldn’t call it a purpose but maybe it’s enough to keep me going? I don’t need to move mountains I guess. Anyway, when I get too serious I can miss some of the finer points I need to be happy with. There’s still time. Thanks for reading and understanding.
One of these days I’ll include a selfie with my coffee date, if that’s the official rules.
* I haven’t left my house since last Sunday. I may get out today. I need it.
* I wish I could include a page break on my tumblr posts because sometimes I really just want to write a lot, but I try to be courteous of space on the dash.
* Next time I see the Doctor I’m going to ask him when I can begin non-impact activity such as stationary bike. As much as I HATE this idea, I better get my ass in shape so that when I can run in 6 freaking months, I’ll at least have some muscle base somewhere. And stamina. But I’m still at least 6-7 weeks away from any activity.
* The coffee mug above is ugly but I love it. It’s sort of a rusty copper brown, and I like the dimpled part on the bottom. It’s the only non-soccer mug I use so that’s always refreshing.
Something to lighten the mood from my last post that felt like a mid-life crisis emotional breakdown even though it was only a passing thought.
I’m having some tea now, but unfortunately it is caffeinated. This is becoming a problem. I overdosed on caffeine yesterday. In fact, I stayed awake past 4 a.m. this morning because of it. When Lazlo came to my side to let me know he needed a potty break at 3 a.m. I was literally dizzy and had a hard time staying up on crutches. I drink too much coffee out of boredom, not necessity of caffeine. Then a pop here or there. Then tea. Then hey, let’s stay up late playing a ridiculous wiiU game and consume more caffeine! But is there a more comforting sound than when the coffee maker makes that last gurgling statement when the coffee is done brewing?
What If a You Never Find Your Purpose In Life?
I need to switch gears just for today and get some serious thoughts out of my mind.
I’m 37 years old, and I have absolutely no stinking idea why God put me on this earth (hang with me, this is not a suicide note lol). I’m confronted everyday of my life with mesmerizing stories of how people have found their true purpose. You all know what I’m talking about — those stories of how some lady just started running one day to relieve stress, and it turns out that she’s one of the best ultra runners on the planet. Or the kid that picked up the guitar in high school and has been living his dream by playing music the rest of his life. Not every person’s story is this dynamic or sexy. Maybe someone has a knack for numbers, and they simply went to college and became an accountant and are very content with it. Purpose in life.
I haven’t found mine. Like, at all. I made the wrong choices in college and bought myself a $40,000 bachelor’s degree that I don’t even want to ever use. I eventually got filtered into a job that ironically doesn’t require college education and pays more than I’d ever dreamed, but it makes me absolutely miserable. Oh, and the more money you make the more bills you have. I digress.
I’m not good at anything. I don’t have a skill set. One of my best friends asked me last summer, if I could do anything on earth, what would I do? I believe I told him I’d write. I like writing, but the truth is that’s like telling someone I’d like to watch English Premier League as a career. I’m not skilled or gifted at writing.
I’ll stop. I haven’t even gotten to the other thing on my mind. I didn’t mean to make this some sort of existential, depressing post searching for the meaning of life. But I’m nearly 40 and if God has a plan for everyone as they say, well, I’m still waiting for mine. And don’t tell me it’s to ” just be a great parent” because I’m not. I’ve been making the same mistakes for the last 6 years that my own dad has made with me, so I know even parenting isn’t in my skill set.
Anyway. Just a thought. lol
Last night I watched The Armstrong Lie. Director Alex Gibney gives the most *casual cycling observer such as myself a lot to digest in this 2 hour documentary.
*I can’t really find the proper word here. I’m not a cycling fan per se, and I know literally nothing about the sport, but I’m of course familiar with the Tour de France.
Lance Armstrong himself worked with Gibney on this film, and although everyone knows the story, Armstrong’s involvement adds an ironic amount of honesty to the work. About the only thing coming out of Armstrong’s mouth during interviews with Gibney were words of regret and “I shouldn’t have done that” types of phrases. Not only did I learn a lot about cycling, I learned even more about illegal doping and the culture of modern competitive sport.
One of the main themes of the film was Armstrong’s 2009 comeback in which he vowed to win the Tour de France without doping, cycling “clean.” The rest of the film covered everything from his beginnings as a cyclist to court battles to his fight with cancer. There are no hidden agendas in this film, no witch hunting, and no self-promotion. It’s an insightful, honest look at Armstrong’s Lie, and it even leaves the viewer pondering one last question as the credits start to roll in the end.
Operation Ice Maker is working so far. Instead of buying 10 pounds of ice every single day, we have simply been filling large sandwich bags full of water and freezing them. It’s free, and we don’t have to leave the house. Now if I could only market my strategy and have people pay me for this useful information, we’ll really be getting somewhere. The photo on the right is the thermometer of the iceman I’m using. The coldest I’ve seen it get is around 40 degrees, and I can assure you that’s cold enough. I couldn’t feel much until the last few days, but it’s definitely cold.
Today marks the official first week of post-op. And if you’re getting tired of reading about my ankle and pain medication, don’t fret! In one more week I get stitches removed, then put into a hard cast for another THREE WEEKS.
I’m starting to really, really miss running. Mainly because the race season is coming up, and I’m going to be unable to race some of my very favorite runs, like that trail race at Clinton Lake in Lawrence. And the Prairie Fire Half in May, and the Friends University 5K, and …