Come What May

[Moulin Rouge]

I am only 2 days into #stayingonthewagon and life is presenting me with MORE excuses challenges.

Today...I now have a broken toe.

-- Begin Story -- 

I was leaving work. Chatting it up with my coworkers. Packing my laptop into my bag. Chatting it up with my coworkers. Forgetting to zip my bag. Chatting it up with my coworkers. Fling the bag on my back. Laptop comes flying out. Lands side up (the whole weight of the laptop) onto my [bleepin'] pinky toe. Laptop bounces off toe. Laptop lands on floor. Laptop is okay. Toe is not.

-- End of Story --

So yay for being ME.

[That was a sarcastic tone. If. You. Couldn't. Hear. It. Because, somedays I really HATE being ME. For example, today.]

[Sidenote: Can this qualify for worker's comp? LAUGHTER. Only joking.]

Anyway, I don't know what this means for #spudman. It makes me so upset to even think about. Especially after working through bricks of each distance. I was actually pretty ready to compete.

Please tell me a broken toe can heal in 3 days? If so, I am still planning on going. I've even considered just going for the swim. Pretty sure I was going to dominate the swim this year.

But, let's set that aside, I am still not letting this throw me off the healthy wagon. I am buckled in for the bumpy ride.

So I turned my evening run into an evening swim -- aka sport for the injured ;).. and mission #stayingonthewagon is still a go!

What is the worst injury you've raced with? Have you ever had to pull out of a race because of injury?

Help team #highnuun get to Ragnar Colorado!

Vote daily through August 9th!

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I'm Not Crying

[Flight of the Conchords]

You think the [probably only 7 total] tears I've shed within the last 24 hours would be due to the unnecessary MMR shot I received yesterday.

But they weren't.

Or they might have been brought on by the uneasiness of the email from Walgreens thanking me for "Trusting" them.

Should I have not? What kind of pharmacists does my local Walgreens employ? She seemed legit...but now I am second guessing things. I should have travelled to Chad's Walgreens. Maybe, then they wouldn't have had to thank me. Chad's trustworthy. However, I would be afraid I'd get a different kind of shot in Kearns.

Still, the email wasn't the reason for my short cry fest.

Perhaps the tears have come from the withdrawals I am having from NOT being on a strict training program? Most certainly they COULD have, but they WEREN'T. Life without racing is depressing me. But, not enough to shed any tears. I am still working out. If I weren't, you'd DEFINITELY see tears. [I am unstable without exercise for a release. Just ask my mother-in-law who can vouch for some insanity on the move back from Mass.]

I used to be a crier. So in the past, it could have been for no reason at all. But the past few years, I've toughened up. I like to think "I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through". I've hardened my heart and find I am pretty tough these days. I can't recall the last time I had cried prior to today. So it's probably not a random drive by crying.

But I became weak for a short 5 minutes and am suppressing the choked up feeling I have welling inside as I type this blog entry.

So if it wasn't for the above reasons, then why?

Earlier this summer I had decided that now was the time to go back to school to finish my Bachelor's Degree. It's been bad news ever since.

When I had paused schooling to follow Kase out to Mass back in 2008, we had debated postponing marriage and separating for a couple months. I had only 5 classes left til my Bachelor's in Accounting would be completed. I could crank it out in 1 semester while Kase started his Law School Career alone. I would then join him for his second semester. We would delay marriage and live together, hoping to one day commit, but who knew when. As we thought more about this, we weighed all the options and decided it was best to pursue KC's career path while I supported him financially and emotionally.

I don't regret leaving school to live in Mass and be with Kase. It was an experience I'll never forget and I have some great memories from that time.

But I can't say it's made my life any easier [at least for now]. 

As I return, I am finding that not only did it set me back for the 4 years I've been absent, but much more.

Tuition has nearly doubled since my last sememster at the U.

My class number increased from 5 to 13 classes because of some added diversity and internation requirements. Causing me to choose to change major paths and go for a business management degree, which is still 11 classes, but 2 less than accounting and will do the same thing for me job-wise.

Where I didn't have a hold on my account before, I now had. Stating they were missing my first [not second though; if I got the second doesn't that mean I got the first? Duh!] MMR shot. Taking me 2 months of unsuccessful tracking down the records, I was forced into paying $100 for the pointless immunization.

And after finding 4 classes I could register for and having the hold removed today, I come to find out that I am no longer registered as a student and have to reapply to the university. Which means, no fall semester.

And that's when the water works start..

As I teared up, it hits me... the GPA for acceptance into the highly coveted Business School program is a 3.7. My GPA had dropped to a 3.69. If I have lost my seat, then I won't get back in.

Should I hang the rope now? Or should I wait until I find out that my Massachusetts driver's license deems me as an out of state resident? I am banking on it. It's bound to be bad news. Time to ditch the license and get myself back to Utah. If a new driver's license doesn't cover my absence I am looking at 2 years waiting period. I wouldn't start school again until after I am 30!

It sounds dramatic, but I want to die.

As I stood in the stairwell at work crying my 7 tears to Kase I tried to swallow my sadness and think of the positive.

I don't want a business degree any longer, but because it was the shortest route to a degree I was continuing that path. I was only doing it for a fall back plan and my pride.

Could this be a sign I am supposed to follow my true passion through school and actually get something from it? If I can't get back into the business school and have to start back at the beginning of a undergraduate, post-general degree should I be majoring in physical therapy? sports medicine? health nutritionist?

That's an exciting thought. [A longer road, but something I'd actually love.]

And as I started to think of the positive, I instantly got happy as I thought of the training time that was suddently made available. Kase laughed hysterically as my cries turned to smiles as I thought of participating in some fall races.

I hung up the phone, wiped off my wet cheek, and registered for a sprint triathlon.

Life moves forward for this type A personality...

It's not necessarily a consolation for the sad occassion at hand, but it's helping. Now to order that bike computer and start working on some speed. Then apply for Spring semester...

1 month and counting until race day...I could cry over the anticipation! Hopefully it will keep me distracted from my sad news...

Crazy

[Gnarls Barkley]

In words: Two thousand eight hundred seventy nine dollars and sixty nine cents.

In number: $2,879.69

In other speak: kill me!

For tax purposes I had to tally up our moving expenses last May.  You know the move where my husband got to fly home and I got stuck driving from Springfield, MA to Salt Lake City, UT in a Penske truck with a car trailer attached to the back.

You know the move where I got the truck stuck at the first gas station and had to ask the gas station owner to help me get it out.

You know the move where our GPS told us to go on a route that had overpasses in CT too short for us to go through, so we got pushed onto side roads, and a much longer route.

You know the move where I had to drive through NYC traffic in this truck. You know over the George Washington bridge and all. 

You know the move where my mother-in-law was my co-pilot. And we agreed to stop in Amish Country (for her) and Hershey, PA (for me) and almost got the truck stuck going down streets with covered bridges. 

You know the move where I was training for my first marathon so spent the evenings in hotel gyms.

You know the move when we traveled through tornado country during tornado season and saw a tornado forming, then had evacuation instructions at our hotel that evening. When I called my mom and bawled. And every day it rained/hailed. 

You know the move where I slept on a broken bed.

You know the move where we went two hours out of the way in Nebraska to visit a Garner family grave. Nebraska is a boring state. [Well, not entirely, but that's a story for another day.]

You know the move where I had just gotten my nose piercing and had to clean it consistently.

You know the move where I pretty much went crazy.

Ya, THAT move...

That cost $2,879.69!

I should have gone to Italy. 

Never will I do that again.

Anticipation

[Mandy Moore]

If you don't watch Jersey Shore. Ahem...neither do I. Don't know why I mentioned it. Guess, I just wanted to.......uhhhhh.......make it clear. PS - Just skip the next paragraph, it's some needless, boring rambling. Nothing you need to read.

[Don't Read]

If you DO watch Jersey Shore. [Fist Bump], [Jersey Turnpike]. Thanks for stopping by between some quality G.T.L or smushing. Okay, come on you have to love Jersey Shore lingo, right? But nothing is as good as "meatball problems" (hysterical!). I love the meatballs. I love Jersey Shore. Shhhh....so embarrassing.

[Read on...]

The phrase 'First World Problems' is new to me. My sister said it a couple months ago and it totally shocked me into a shallow laughter. Horrible.

So I am experiencing a 'First World Problem'. [Again, so horrible!]

I sold my iPad.

--It's gone.--

It's been almost 36 hours since I restored, polished, and placed it back in the box for the new owner.

Good news. Sold it for the asking price.

Bad news. Sold it quicker than I expected. [Lucky person problem?]

My fear [noted at the bottom of this post] came true.

I ordered the new iPAD. But it doesn't arrive until March 16th. [GASP!]...[MAJOR --21st Century-- FIRST WORLD PROBLEM]

Last year I went 1 week without.

This time, I have to go 9 days!

Hurry, help me. I surrender. Admit me to the psych ward now. Lest I slit my wrists in agony. [K, that's not funny...seriously]


I have some issues. The worst, obviously, not the withdrawals from the loss of my iPad. Maybe I should use this week to ponder and re-evaluate my political incorrectness and insensitivity to others.
  
[Deep breath]

Geez...that went haywire. I apologize.

Now where's my iPod touch?