@ehBeth,
Ya, the half marathon is tomorrow. I have to get up at 3AM in order to get to the busses which will take me and several thousand others to the start in Queens. (Mad, I tell you, completely mad.) I feel okay after yesterday's invasiveness.
Here's more of my life coming together.
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So, for the past two years or so, I have been gettin up at 4AM, having a coffee and toast and grapefruit and then going to the john in hopes of having some kind of regular morning er, activity.Some days yah, some days nah. No matter how hard I tried.
There is a point to this, stay with me.
So, he said, about a month ago during one of these nah sessions there was blood. A lot of it. SCARED me to death, but it was also the day after L told me she was leaving so it was just one more piece of crap in the sh-tstorm of my existence.
A month goes by, I go to have me examined.
Doctor says: "Have you been trying really hard to go?"
(Well, doc, yes, because if I don't go, I then have to
go about three miles into my five mile run and that's a bummer, so to speak.)
Yah, doc says, but that's was causing you to have a hemmoroid or two.
(Not cancer??!!??)
Nope.
(Good. Oh, and doc, I just decided to start running at night so there will be no straining, no problem and no hemmies.")
I hope you all see the symmetry in all this.
I was running in the mornings because I wanted to be at home at night with L.
Running in the mornings caused me to have sleep deprivation, irregularity and bad bumpy red thingies where they don't belong.
Now that L. is gone I can:
run at night
quit the gym and save big bucks
get some real sleep in the mornings
and
who knows
get to stop eating six prunes a day.
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Dunno at this point if I am even going to go to the Half tomorrow. It's supposed to rain and be cold and (fill in several whiney bitchass punkbutt excuses for not getting out there here.) Wuss.
Joe(If I am back by noon I can sleep the rest of the day.)Nation
