1. Last month. I hadn't mentioned this yet, but I have 5 clients, and 3 of them I got myself. The counseling center isn't working out. Again. It's like an abusive relationship, me and this place, and I'm done. I'm tired of fighting my colleagues for a room. I'm tired of not being paid.I'm tired of Evil Bill, the office manager, who doesn't trust degreed professionals with a wifi password, forcing all 9 of them to share a single old workstation. I didn't take a vow of poverty when I went into behavioral health. I started putting in some serious effort into job hunting right before Thanksgiving.
2. Saturday night we had a bling party. I highly recommend this. The rule is, everyone shows up wearing stuff they got for the year: hats, finisher's medals, everything.
Dude. Duuuuuude. I rubbed it, but I didn't get any faster. The most unusual bling was the paperweight that DP's beloved brought back from a run in Scotland.
We were left with a lot of food. Not, like, entrees, but homemade cookies, cake, crackers, cheese, et cetera. We're going to finish it off, because you know, it would, like, go to waste otherwise. You know.
I don't want to get too good at knowing what unemployment feels like.
Tuesday of this week I left 2 hours early and drove through slushy snow to the Interview.
Cranberry Bean Pizza. Beans. Cranberries. On a Pizza. Um, yeah: You can have my slice.
instead, why not make some homemade Irish Cream? here's a recipe:
- 1 cup coconut milk beverage (or you can use cream)
- Regular can sweetened condensed milk
- 1 2/3 cups Irish whiskey
- 1 teaspoon instant coffee granules
- 1 tsp. cocoa powder
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 teaspoon coconut extract
Wednesday, I studied, ran 3-1/2 miles, did my strength workout, drove across town (to my new job site) and filled out information for my background check, got fingerprinted and peed in a cup, drove back across town to pick up my new bifocals →,
studied some more, and took my last final for the semester, which was for my Law class, once again surprised to discover how well studying works.
8. This year. I seem to have finally shaken that "old" feeling that's been dogging me since the youngest kid moved out. It wasn't that I was happy with my new life, I am. Both my parents died pretty young, though, and I just couldn't shake this feeling that time was running out.
Having a brand new job, though, the kind I've always wanted, is pretty rejuvenating. I feel like my life is just beginning.
9. Today. I'm both worried and jazzed about getting back to work.
- Jazzed: income. Yeah . IN. COME. COME. IN. Come in, income.
- Worried: when on earth will I have time to train? Seems to me I tried this full time stuff last year, and I was working out in my office, but I'm guessing these new people might actually have stuff for me to do. When do people who work full time train? How do they fit it in?
11. Today, P. 2. I'm running again, finally, but the cold is hard on my asthma. When it's below freezing I'm pretty breathless. Today, yes, today, I'm going for a nice, long, 8 mile mixed surface run. My exams are over, and I've got a job offer. I'm goin' runnin'.
12. Tomorrow. I'm going to work out, and relax. it will be my last day off for a while. I'm going for a nice long run, and do my Power 90 workout.
13. In general. Ultrarunners are just weird. Here's an exerpt:
"Barkley 100 Mile
The 100 mile race in Frozen Head State Park TN in late March or early April consists of 5 20-mile loops with 10,400 ft. of climb per loop. There is no aid, no course markings, and often no trail with long climbs of 50% grade or more. When there is trail, it is not maintained, with frequent deadfall, mud, and sawbriers. The cutoff is 60 hours with a historical finish rate of 1% and a course record of 55:42. To prove you completed each lap, you must find 9 to 11 books in the woods marked on your map and bring back a page from each book. No pacers are allowed. Runners must alternate directions on the last lap. Weather: fog, rain, wind, sleet, and snow are common."
I will not say I will never be that weird, lest I be struck with the never say never curse.