…can sometimes make you wish it had. You ever felt like the universe was conspiring against you? Like you’re on the right path, but just can’t get a break? It’s been one of those days today, and I think I’m gonna wave the white flag and try again tomorrow.
I spent the last two weeks pushing through the end-of-year molasses, working to reach some kind of consensus at my jobsite between an owner who doesn’t exactly know what they want, a general contractor who is not empowered to make decisions, and my own engineer, who is…an engineer. Just as I finally begin to feel that I’m gaining some traction, a mudslide of indecision piles across the road, and we’re back to nowhere…sigh.
So I trudge through the rest of the day, really looking forward to getting off work and heading out to run today…starting Week 2 on the C25K… when I begin to feel the unmistakable sensation that my prostate is once again trying to escape, and is more than willing to rip out a sphincter as it goes (yes, graphic, sorry – but if you suffer from extreme ‘roids, you know, and if you don’t, you cannot imagine.) No running today…SIGH.
I finally make it home, limp along with a few necessary chores, settle down to watch the news and weather…and the forecast has the rest of the week looking like a rehearsal for a Noah’s Ark revival – 4+ inches of rain in the next 48 hours, followed by more rain over the weekend. I feel for the folks here running in the Aramco Half-Marathon and the Chevron Marathon; there are world-class runners competing, with the potential of national and world records being broken, but probably not in THOSE conditions…SIGH.
I’m going to bed now, before anything else falls off/out/apart…as Scarlett O’Hara said, “I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”