My dog does this thing where she’ll follow me into my bedroom, lie down, and stick her head under the bed. It’s rather cute, though I’m not sure why she does it, and I admit that sometimes I feel like I want to hide away, too. Especially on days when the sewer drain reaches maximum root capacity and backflows laundry water all over the basement floor. Or when you realize that even though 30 is supposed to be the new 20, nobody ever bothered to tell your knees. Or, you know, when it’s just generally a bummer of a day.
The trouble with hiding your head under the bed and feeling nice and safe in the dark, is that your ass is still sticking out there in broad daylight just waiting for someone or something to come along and kick it. I’ve had my patience tested thousands of times in the last couple of weeks (mostly by that ornery dog), I think I’ve finally figured out that it’s best to just take a deep breath, square my shoulders and get on with it.
So I am refusing to freak out about the sewer drain, and the fact that I have to call a plumber even though my budget sooo does not have room for one right now. I tried my best to avoid it, and believe me, you would have gotten quite a jolly good laugh if you could have seen me in my basement this afternoon, perched on a paint bucket, trying to get a drain snake down that stupid hole.
And my knees? Well, they’re just going to have to quiet down. I’m two weeks into training for a 5k, and I have so many fun running plans set up throughout the year with some fantastic people. As a true testament to my insanity, I’m also signing up for a 10k in September. There’s no way I’m quitting now, no matter how much those joints creak and crack and pop.
There are few things in this world that a good night’s sleep can’t make at least a little better. Soon, I’ll crawl into bed and pull the blankets up to my neck. My ass will be covered and safe. My head … I guess it will just have to fend for itself. It’s done a pretty good job so far.
The trouble with hiding your head under the bed and feeling nice and safe in the dark, is that your ass is still sticking out there in broad daylight just waiting for someone or something to come along and kick it. I’ve had my patience tested thousands of times in the last couple of weeks (mostly by that ornery dog), I think I’ve finally figured out that it’s best to just take a deep breath, square my shoulders and get on with it.
So I am refusing to freak out about the sewer drain, and the fact that I have to call a plumber even though my budget sooo does not have room for one right now. I tried my best to avoid it, and believe me, you would have gotten quite a jolly good laugh if you could have seen me in my basement this afternoon, perched on a paint bucket, trying to get a drain snake down that stupid hole.
And my knees? Well, they’re just going to have to quiet down. I’m two weeks into training for a 5k, and I have so many fun running plans set up throughout the year with some fantastic people. As a true testament to my insanity, I’m also signing up for a 10k in September. There’s no way I’m quitting now, no matter how much those joints creak and crack and pop.
There are few things in this world that a good night’s sleep can’t make at least a little better. Soon, I’ll crawl into bed and pull the blankets up to my neck. My ass will be covered and safe. My head … I guess it will just have to fend for itself. It’s done a pretty good job so far.
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