This post will be done in bullet points to avoid rambling on for paragraphs on end.
*I typed this post last night (rambling on for paragraphs on end-- going into disgusting detail of my most recent illness), then decided to decorate it with pictures as I have heard over and over that a blog without pictures is boring. I wrote it all out and as I was finishing off with the visual delights, the post got deleted.
*Last Friday morning (at exactly 3am), I woke up to extreme GI distress that c
aused me to call in sick to work and spend the following NINE HOURS spewing out of both ends of my alimentary canal. My good friend (and consistent life saver), Kirsten, responded to my SOS text and brought me the fluids (GINGERALE, my new love) that would cure the dehydration that robbed me of tears and cramped my muscles with a vengeance. The photo seen here is on Friday evening after sleeping all afternoon and in the depths of fever. While most of the GI activity slowed down that afternoon, a raging fever replaced it until Monday. Nausea hung around for a while and isn't completely out of the picture even six days later, but I am feeling much better. Praise the LORD.
*During my death match with the flu, I barely moved outside of waddling to and from the bathroom. Running was the farthest thing from my mind. The Shamrock Shuffle is in 6 weeks. Yesterday I took advantage of the 40 degree weather and ran outside. I have a lot of work to do in 6 weeks. Because I have done this race for the past few years, I got a seeded start in Corral A. The farther up you start, the faster the people are around you. I'm going to get trampled! Maybe I'll mosey on back to Corral D. Running is dismal. Racing is more dismal.
*During my extended cool down yesterday (meaning I couldn't finish the run route...) I realized that a Half Ironman in August really is impractical. I'm 94% surrendered to this fact. While I won't slam and lock the door on the idea, I won't count on it anymore. Very disappointing, I won't lie.
*Next Tuesday I will start the night shift. Enough said. If there were any way to not work the night shift, I'd jump on it. Enthusiastically.
*It has been nine months since I graduated... and I have nothing to show for it. While my job is awesome and I'm genuinely very grateful for employment, it seems like I should have more to show for the four years of mayhem (and millions of dollars) it took for me to get to this point.
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i know you don't want to hear it, but i consider you obscenely successful in the post-graduation area. you're the only person i know who didn't move back home and live with their parents for at least six months after graduating. AND you had a job (that actually had to do with your major) right after you got out of school...
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