I’m wearing glasses today. And not just to look smart. I’m wearing them because my right eye has “an abrasion.” Meaning that it hurts. And when there’s a hard contact on top of it,well, then it really hurts. So now I have a “contact band-aid” in that eye (remember the old pirate patches we wore back in the day?) This patch is invisible. It looks like a contact. I can’t even feel it. I have eye drops and more expensive eye drops. I will visit the doc again later today. And hope that the “abrasion” has healed. In the meantime, try to stay off the roads. I’m not a fan of driving with glasses.
It feels like just yesterday that we were splashing around in the pool, looking for relief from the heat. And then this morning, the calendar tells me that it’s Fall. Or Autumn, the, is it more formal seasonal term? Or is it more prestigious? Either way I love fall. The trees change into an array of colors, the temperatures cool down, things seem to be falling into place for a long winter of hibernating.
Fall also feels like a new beginning. School is in full swing. Work is busier than ever. And I’m taking an online course that is challenging and frustrating but very interesting. It all leaves little time for writing and reading and relaxing.
But that’s exactly why I’m here. I’m aiming to do 90 posts in 90 days again, and when better to kick that off, but the first day of Fall. So here goes. Day 1 is done. Enjoy!
My annual triathlon is coming up here in, lets see, two weeks? Actually two weeks and three days. But who’s counting? I started training early this year so I was mentally prepared for the big day, AND because Husband and I did a duathlon the first weekend of May. So really, I was ready to go months ago.
And then I ignored a pain. And that pain grew. And it crept up my leg. And into my hip. It stopped there for a couple weeks and kept quietly calling my name, but yes, I ignored it. And then on a bright Friday morning, when Daughter and I were running/scootering around the lake, the pain moved into my glute and oblique and put a stop to any sort of forward motion. Daughter saw a playground. I saw an opportunity to stretch. And we both were done/scootering for the day.
The following day I could barely walk. I certainly could not do stairs with my left leg. And I couldn’t imagine doing a triathlon in 5 weeks. So, I set to texting some smart friends that know lots about the body and I got a recommendation to a PT, but not just any PT. He got me in the next day (on a Sunday), and while the visit was painful and did I say Painful?, I could feel relief within minutes.
I didn’t run for a week, instead I focused on the swim (which feels great) and the bike (which is still boring, unless I’m with a friend). I ran once with the dog (my right arm is now longer than my left) and once with both dog and daughter (let’s just call that one a walk, okay?), until this morning. When I got out there and gave it my all. No leash, no side ache, no pain. But man, it was hard.
I have some catching up to do in the next 17 days.
So. Worth. It.
Today I turn 43. 43? Where the hell did that come from? One day I was in my mid-twenties, the next I was 40. And now this? I am grateful that I can celebrate 43. And I am grateful that I was able to celebrate it by swimming a mile and then playing in the pool outside with my family. My mom told all her pool friends it was my birthday, and the daughter quickly followed it up with “She’s 43!”. Geez. It’s a tough crowd.
But I’m glad to say I decided to come back here. To this space. To some writing. I hope to make some changes here and be here more often. I’m happy when I’m here. And I hope you’re happy when I show up.
So, get outside, hug your family and enjoy.
I made it back to the pool for laps this morning. I haven’t swam since the triathlon in August and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the hassle of getting wet, of jumping into a cold pool, of smelling like chlorine. Maybe it’s because swimming laps is Hard. But once I’m in the water I’m in a happy place. There’s no music underwater, nobody talking, no cars passing. It’s just me and if I’m lucky just a couple other brave souls swimming back and forth. The pool was crowded this morning, but I didn’t mind. Since it was my first time back I prefer other bodies nearby in case I go under. Which is ridiculous, because I can touch the bottom, but still, there’s always that thought. I didn’t do the full workout I wanted to do, but I feel I did enough for my first time back. I hope to get back there in the next couple of days to get through another training session. It’s triathlon season, folks, here goes!
Daughter lost her first tooth this weekend. And her second. They had been loose for a couple of weeks, but the timing of the actual loss couldn’t have been more exciting. We had just ridden the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier in Chicago. She had just struggled to eat a hot dog at a Mexican restaurant overlooking Lake Michigan. The hot dog must have done the trick, because moments after we left the restaurant Husband reached into her little mouth and pulled out that tooth. There was a little bit of blood but a lot of excitement. There were phone calls to the grandparents. There was a posting on Facebook. There was jumping up and down and lots of hugs.
The next day tooth number two started to work it’s way out of her gums. We tried to pull it before she went to bed, but it just bled and didn’t budge. The next morning it was gone. No sign of bleeding and no sign of the tooth. Yet it was clearly not in her mouth. Figuring she swallowed it, we started getting ready for the airport. Thirty minutes later she found it, there in the sheets that we had scoured earlier. Amazing. White tooth, white sheets, found. Little girl happy again.
The tooth fairy found us in Chicago and found us again when we got home. She’s most excited that she lost her tooth on a vacation, and none of us will ever forget that Ferris Wheel. Ever.
Did you see the sunrise this morning? Probably not. It was spectacular but very early. At about 5:15 it was loaded with over a gazillion colors (I counted). By the time I got up and went for a run it was completely different, but just as beautiful.
See what I mean?
“You have Heart Plants,” our young neighbor yelled from across the yard.
“Yes, we do. They’re called Bleeding Hearts.”
“They’re my favorite,” she declared.
“Mine too, kiddo. Mine too.”
I spent the weekend under the weather. It all came on Thursday night, Friday I slept through my to-do list while the dog stared at me. Friday night I no-showed to my writing group and a reading that I had on my calendar for 6 months. Saturday I tried to run errands, but ended up back in the car and back on the couch. Eventually I made it to daughter’s soccer, where I sat and spent the rest of the day alternately between cleaning and resting. Saturday night I finally ate something and immediately regretted it. At that point I had a duathlon starting the next morning in less than 12 hours. I was torn. What if I felt better when I woke up? What if I didn’t wake up in time? What if I still felt like crap? I decided to defer my entry to the race. Which was a good decision because even Sunday I didn’t want to eat, or move. Yet I made it to a coffee shop and a playground with daughter. By Sunday night I was moving a little faster and even stayed up late enough to watch the finale of Mad Men. And then I found this sweet note from little girl. I’m not sure when she wrote it, but it was clearly in response to my pleas of , “Mommy doesn’t feel good, please be patient.” My heart broke. And then burst.
My fortune, Husband’s fortune, Daughter’s fortune. They’re perfect.