Sister Runner Amy and I ran the White Rock Half Marathon on Sunday. It was cold, we dated Galloway more than we didn’t, but we finished. At this point in my life, putting one foot in front of the other and moving in a forward direction is my goal.
Goal accomplished.
And then SRA made me work until my fingers nearly dropped off.
Yesterday I received part of my results from my physical. And I have so much to report it is going to involve an entire pot of coffee to write and will probably put you to sleep after the first paragraph. But to give you a heads up, I started taking medication for Hypothyroidism today.
There are other things the doctor is still reviewing – other things that are really not freaking me out, really not – especially since it involves that little unimportant things called my spine and my aorta. Sister Runner Amy’s advice is that they should just cut my aorta out because aortas are superfluous just like appendixes.
Much, much more about the gory side of Runner Susan soon. I want the medication to be magic, but the doctor says it will be about three months before I see a noticeable difference – but let’s hope, for the Chef’s sake, we see it sooner. He doesn’t do psychormonal very well.
My life has been a constant whirlwind for the past three weeks, nothing bad, just a lot of things involving the end of school, cycling trips and Sister Runner Amy and her kids visiting. And if I had to pick which was the most exhausting, keeping track of a 3 and 5 year-old wins hands down. I adore those kiddos, but give me a 40-mile bike ride any day. I’m old, so sue me. But the visit was fun and was full of swimming, amusement parks, birthday party, all things pink, and kitties with a little projectile vomit on the side.
And when all those things were not in action, I involuntarily became an authority on Lego Star Wars people – since it was the main topic of conversation for 4 days straight. I’m not kidding. If Cole wasn’t holding his nose to jump in the pool, he was talking about Lego Star Wars people. And in case you were wondering, I want my Princess Leia to have a rainbow light saber.
What? No running you say. No. Sadly, SRA fell in the pool as she was rescuing Harper from a renegade turtle float incident and busted her ass pretty seriously. I didn’t see it personally – but I got the daily details on bruising progress. Which leads me to Juneathon. I agreed to do a Juneathon with the only requirements being to exercise everyday. And unless you count hanging swimming and chasing two little ones for four days, then I might just be disqualified. I’m not sure, but maybe if no one says anything I’ll be safe. So let’s keep it quiet and focus on the 24 miles I rode on this morning. Oh, and the swim lesson I had yesterday and tomorrow and the 30 mile ride I have coming up on Thursday.
Okay now, I know this is a jumbled mess. But I’m tired and I have that little fashion show I promised a while back. I got some awesome new things for my birthday and sadly I can’t wear them all at once, so I’ll see if I can make that fashion show happen tomorrow so I can at least try all the clothes on in the same day. But for now just enjoy the pictures of Sister Runner Amy and the kid’s visit and pretend you can’t see the typos and run-on sentences.
