This was actually a really good week for the most part. I had my first (and last) free weekend of the year. Even though I didn't see John for over a week, it was nice to have a weekend to myself again. I think the last one was in November. I did have the dogs with me, which was kind of a pain in the ass since it was so hot out and I was camping in Rhode Island Saturday. I felt I took pretty good care of them to make sure they were good, but some jerk had to ruin it all just before I left RI for home on Sunday by leaving me a nasty gram on my car about my dogs...who were tied up in the shade outside of the car. Pretty much killed what had been a good day and left me so angry. I just wish people would stop acting like they know better than you what's good for your dogs. My dogs were perfectly fine and content and then someone's complete ignorance just ruined it. Oh well. I'll try to focus on the rest of the week that was pretty good now.
It was a fairly low mileage week with 36.6 miles. Got in 3 races if you can actually count 2 of them races. I did a lousy track workout and the White Mountain Milers I'll Be Dipped Prediction Run. And one 30 minute spin on the bike. 3,783ft of elevation gain. It seemed like I actually did a lot. My body felt like it did. Just didn't add up to much mileage-wise. Working an extra shift at the track usually puts a damper on my mileage, and I've been working a lot of extra shifts. As much as I hate them, I have to do them when I can. This week's track shift ended up being really fun, though.
Not much else to update since I just finished that last blog post 3 days ago. Haha.
Monday, July 30, 2018- Zero day as (almost) always. Got in a 2 mile walk around the base. We weren't overly busy but had some calls into the evening. Work days tend to blend so I actually have trouble remembering which week was which, but I do remember the one drug related call we had. 4 days out of rehab and back at it. He claimed to have only taken Gabapentin which I learned the next day randomly is a thing with opiod addicts. I guess it's not a new thing, but it's becoming the NEXT big thing. Johnny's. Where there's a will, there's a way, and they will find it...and most will eventually die long before they should.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018- I really, really, really wanted to do a track workout this morning, but I kept thinking it might be a bad idea and planned a long run then changed it back to the track. Drove to the Conway Rec Path start behind the police station and ran 2 trail miles to the track. I'll be honest. I've really missed this Tuesday thing I used to do in 2016, back when I was fast and had no pain. I had to cut this out of my routine last year because of the plantar fasciitis and the tendon issue. Funny. I still have both, but I'm not letting them keep me from the track. I need to be doing workouts, especially with the Millen Mile only a month to the day away. Eek. 4 weeks of track workouts won't do much, but I think it's at least worth the effort just in case it does help.
As soon as I got to the track, I changed into my regular Skechers road shoes that I just happened to have in the car. Otherwise, I would have been stuck with spikes. I had planned 6x800 but the thought of it sounded daunting and monotonous, so when I told a friend my plan, he suggested 400, 400, 800 x2 and 6 x 100 instead. I actually really liked that plan. It came out to basically 4 800s instead of 6 and an extra 600, but I have a feeling I would have quit at 4 anyway, and this broke it up a bit. Well, the workout went terribly. Seriously horrible. I'm terrible at pacing on the track, but since I've been so lost with feel matching effort, I have no idea what I'm doing out there. All I can say that was good about this was that I got in a workout. 89, 91, 3:06, 92, 92, 3:09. 20, 21, 21, 21, 21, 20. At least the 100s were mostly consistent. I wasn't really upset about the workout, just disappointed in how much I've lost with being in-tune with my body and its pace based on feel.
The run back on the trail was nice and actually pretty quick, the fastest I've run those two miles back to the car.
John was home when I got home, and we planned a bike ride on the Mountain Division Trail today. We ended up running into goats on the path which was funny. They live next to the trail so it wasn't a surprise to see them; just funny. We stopped awhile and picked blackberries, too. 8.1 miles total on the bikes.
Whitaker Woods was that evening. It was so hot and humid, and I had no plan to go all out. I definitely wanted to run quicker than the week before, though. The first mile, I was insanely sore from the track workout and ran it in 6:28, 10 seconds slower than two weeks before. On the second mile, a younger girl passed me. I didn't really care much. I didn't try to follow at all since the hill would give me trouble still. I just ran at a decent pace, not all out, but making a good effort. She gaped me quite a bit, but as we crested the top of the hill, I noticed she fell back a bit. She stayed ahead of me without gaining any ground on the second short hill, but then I easily passed her on the downhill. I think she went a little too hard on the uphill to maintain her pace, and I ended up staying ahead of her the rest of the race. And I never once felt like I was going all out tonight. Surprised me to see I ran my fastest time of this season in 20:46. The girl I beat wasn't very far back at all, but I was happy to still pull off that win.
In an effort to get back home as quickly as possible, I drank a cup of water and bolted to my car. I was pouring in sweat but turned on the A/C in the car and changed in the back seat. As I got out, I finished putting on my shirt and saw someone walking toward me who called out my name. I would end up completely blindsided by this person. I had no idea who she was and no idea what was going on. I think the confusion on my face confused her into thinking it was guilt, but it was honestly a completely confused face of I don't have any idea what the fuck was going on. Fortunately, once she clarified, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew what she was talking about, and thankfully, I was able to put her mind at ease. I had no idea this person had been dealing with a complete misunderstanding for 7 months that had left her so worried and stressed out. I was so happy to be able to give her peace of mind. We talked for probably 30 minutes. And you know what caused most of this issue? This fucking blog (which has caused me so much trouble; you'd think I'd give up on it, but fuck that). All of my sublties in my posts led this person astray, and I feel badly for it. But I'm so glad the way it ended. I wish she had approached me sooner. I can't imagine living with that kind of anxiety for 7 months. And I know I'm being subtle now, but that's to protect this person's identity. I really hope she's doing ok now. But, wow. Talk about being caught off-guard and my hand almost squeezed to death. Haha. Hopefully, if she's reading this, she can laugh at that, too. And I promise, if I ever have the money I will try that shiatzu massage. :) So much for trying to get home early, but it was ok and totally worth it. I may have to deal with some awkwardness in the future, but that's ok. At least I know I did nothing wrong here. And I'm glad this person listened to what I had to say and believed the truth. Too bad my arch enemy couldn't do the same thing. We'd still be friendly right now if she had. Oh well. She's no loss, however, I assure you that.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018- No idea why I can get right up at 4:45am on Wednesdays to get on the spin bike, but can't even budge on Mondays. Haha. So, yeah, I was up and got on the spin bike for a 30 min ride. I'll admit it. I miss the Wexer videos at the gym. They aren't on YouTube, and they're only designed for use by a gym. I couldn't even subscribe if I wanted to. I know it would have been wrong, but I wish I had videoed them for future use. They were so good. I could have at least written the workouts down. Oh well. Tried the Global Cycling Network for the last time. The people look like they're not even trying except one guy who has a pain face that makes no sense. Haha.
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| Haha. I was like, um, maybe if you guys weren't wearing ridiculous hot-as-fuck biking tops in probably 80 degrees indoors, you would feel better. |
Today was the dreaded 1st of the month which meant the monthly truck check. It involves cleaning EVERYTHING and doing a complete inventory check. Plus washing the truck and sweeping the bay at the end. Took us 3 hours. I was pouring in sweat so badly that I ended up just having to do most of it in my sports bra. My thick EMS pants were soaked in sweat when we finished. I was pretty pissed off to find out the three crews in Tamworth didn't do any monthly truck checks. No repercussions at all. Jeff and I purposely brought paperwork down for it on Monday so they would have it. They claimed they had no paperwork. Well, they could have asked, and I would have faxed it down to them, but no, they're lazy. So those trucks continue to get filthier and filthier.
I didn't get any type of walk in today at work, but I got in abs and upper body at least. I had to work with my manager for part of the shift which was good because he got to witness the 3 frustrating hours I spent going through the missing/incomplete Temsis reports list. I haven't spent that long on this stuff since I started it 2 years ago. So frustrating. Doing reports within 24 hours is a New Hampshire requirement, not a suggestion, but we have people that can't seem to do that part of their job properly. I deserve more money for this bullshit. I really do. I agreed to a $.50 raise for this. So dumb. Should have been no less than a $1, but I had no idea the mess I was walking into. I busted 4 people (including one who flat-out lied to me about it that morning) who haven't been scanning paperwork in to their reports. The good thing, though, is that I sent out SO many messages, and most people responded by getting the shit done.
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| Doing my abs in my teflon-coated uniform shirt that might as well be a plastic bag |
Thursday, August 2, 2018- Bryan and John left early this morning for a week in Truro on the Cape. The Beckwith family tradition since the 50s. I do miss this sometimes. While I was always thought of as an outsider because I liked to do more than just sit on the beach all day, I still enjoyed the Cape. I'm glad Bryan still goes every year with John even though he doesn't enjoy it. It's good for John to spend time there with his family. Here are some photos that were in my FB memories today from my last trip to the Cape in 2014. I started the divorce process the following week. I only just learned 2 weeks ago from John that Bryan told him and his whole family that I had already had a boyfriend and was cheating on him before he cheated on me. Hahaha. Now things make a lot more sense as to how his family treated me during the divorce. And, man, I'd really like to meet this boyfriend I supposedly had. He was probably perfect for me. Maybe he sent me flowers and treated me like a queen. He was probably younger and smoking hot, too. Damn. Too bad I must have amnesia. Hahaha.
I had to take care of the dogs quickly, then showered and headed down to Tamworth. No ambulance fiasco this time. Ernie and I took A5 over to Club Motorsports for our track detail. Today was Dodge day, the same people who put on Jeep day last year. Fancy catered food that we were actually allowed to eat this year. And AYCE! The best part. Lobster rolls!! I so wished I was a fatty today because I would have eaten no less than 3 lobster rolls. And omg, the best lobster roll I've probably ever had. The High Roller Lobster Co out of Portland was a caterer of the event all sponsored and paid for by Dodge. The guys working it were really cool. I asked how much these would cost on the market right now, and he said $24-27!! OMG. Fortunately, you get 3/4lb lobster at this place as opposed to a 1/2lb since the owner used to work the docks there. He gets a discount that allows them to serve more. And they don't skimp AT ALL. So if you're looking for a lobster place in Portland, ME, this is the place to go. They also serve good beer.
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| Watching the rain roll over the Sandwich Range |
We actually got out early. I was thankful for this since it gave me time to go home briefly to let the dogs out before heading back to Silver Lake for the I'll Be Dipped Prediction run at Dave and Kerry Oedel's (pronounced exactly like my last name). After being pent-up for 2 days, I planned to do the 3.1 miles at a quick pace. I needed to expel some energy. I really had no idea what to put as my prediction. I originally thought 21:05. This is an out and back on a hilly dirt road so it's not as quick as pavement. I didn't want to go race pace. I thought about my last 5K being 19:42 and thought that maybe a minute slower would be a better choice, so I picked 20:44. No idea why I chose 44 over 42, but I did.
I got in a mile warm up then lined up with the White Mountain Milers group. The turnout was decent.
Bernie started us off, and I went out first to lead the way. Even though I've run Lead Mine Rd many times, for some reason I forgot how much uphill I would have on the way back. I was thinking the opposite. Hmmm. I stayed at a quick pace on the way out. No idea what my splits were since we couldn't wear watches. I'm guessing around the halfway point I started to die. I felt like I had slowed considerably and then the hill killed me. The last 1/3 of a mile was fortunately downhill and flat so I kicked it in. I had no idea what my time was, but I was pretty sure I was WAY off my prediction. Probably a minute slower. Oh well. All I could think of was getting myself into the lake. I was dying. It was SO hot out. I grabbed my bag out of my car and made my way to the lake where I jumped in and swam out to the floating dock. Surprisingly, I had the whole thing to myself for over 10 minutes. I just lied there on the dock as it rocked in the waves. I could have fallen asleep. I was cooled off and comfortable. Finally, everyone else joined me. Bob Benes ended up pushing me off the dock to be funny. Haha. We all swam around for awhile talking and then headed back to the house for potluck.
I felt badly, but since I worked 2 days straight, I didn't have anything to bring for the potluck. I didn't even have time to swing by a grocery store since there aren't any close by (don't get me started on that rant! Haha). There was way more than enough food, though, so it was ok. We had a great time eating out on the deck. They finally announced the winner, and much to my surprise, I won! 20:40 was my time! I was shocked. Only 4 seconds off. Crazy since I'm the last person who should ever win a prediction run. I won a White Mountain Milers shirt which is a really nice shirt. I think we hung out about an hour before everyone started to leave.
I made my way into the house to say goodbye to Dave and Kerry. I feel like I hardly saw them this year, and they were already headed back to Georgia the next day. They are the nicest people and have been so supportive of me in my single life, but today, I was hoping I could get out of there without the questions, but it wasn't to be. Both having been divorced previously and then having met each other, they were so excited for me back in 2015 to be single again and told me that I would meet someone, etc. Well, now, on the 3rd summer since, I saw the look of concern in Dave's eyes. And then he asked something along the lines of "Why haven't you found anyone yet?" Ugh. The disappointment in his voice. And not disappointment in me but for me. I found myself stumbling over words. I didn't want to say the real reason, but I was just about to when we were interrupted. I was saved. I was just about to say, "I'm just not that likable, Dave." And it's true. I could have added that, well, I'm not that likable except to the desperate ones like that cowardly Tinder-obsessed man whore I wasted a month of my life on last fall. My likability didn't last long with that one either, though, but the feeling was mutual at least. (Oh, and no. I didn't meet him on Tinder; I don't do dating sites). I fortunately never had to give Dave the straight answer. It kind of made me sad, though, as if I had let them down. But, it's actually really nice to know that they care. Seriously, the nicest people.
I was so happy to come home to my dogs and weird to also be home to a quiet house. I'm never home alone at night anymore since John lives here 100% of the time. I don't mind him being here on Bryan's nights. He's usually doing his own thing anyway, but it didn't dawn on me until I was home in the quiet just how long it had been since I'd been home alone at night.
Friday, August 3, 2018- I had plans to run up Middle Sister, but it was SO humid and I knew that I wanted to do the Friday Night Vertical race that night. Plus, I didn't want to destroy my legs for Run 4 Kerri, so I started out pretty sure I would just turn around at the top of Carter Ledge. It was only like another mile to the top of Middle Sister from Carter Ledge, but it's a steep-as-fuck mile so I opted out. The run to Carter Ledge was plenty for the morning. 5.1 miles total in 1:12:49. 1,657ft of elevation gain.
As soon as I got home, I picked up the dogs and went right back out to walk them in the Bolles Preserve. I couldn't get over how hot and humid it was so by the time we got down to Chocorua Lake, I couldn't resist a quick skinny dip in the water. And NO PHOTOS this time. I had way too many hits from nudist sites the last time I posted a pic of me skinny dipping in 2015. And it was just of my back, too. So tame. But anyway, that felt really nice and eliminated my need to shower before going up to Black Mt for the evening's race. Haha. I would have just sweat 5 more layers anyway so the lake was good enough.
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| The site of the skinny dip! Haha |
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| Post skinny dip. Fully clothed! |
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| The temp inside my house when I got home. Gross. |
I ran down following a few people for the shortest route back. I changed into dry clothes, but as soon as I walked in the bar, it was so hot that I was dying and pouring in sweat again. I had to go back outside a bit to cool off until it was time for awards and the raffle. I felt bad when I realized most of the participants had brought raffle prizes. I didn't realize we should, but I would definitely bring something the next week if I made it up there again. I won a baguette and then scored with a 4-pack of beer in the raffle. That made up for not being able to afford a beer at the bar tonight. I was saving what little money I had for the trip down to the Rhode Island the next day.
I was definitely beat by the time I got home. I packed up most of my stuff for the 2 days we'd be gone and then went to bed.
Saturday, August 4, 2018- I woke up around 6am and went right out for a very slow, easy run with the dogs at the Albany Town Forest. I wanted to get them exercise before we left for Rhode Island. I just needed something short since Run 4 Kerri was the next day. We ran 3.7 miles.
We got home. I showered and just as I got my pile of stuff ready to load up the car, the pouring rain started. Haha. I donned my Frogg Toggs poncho and loaded up the car. Left exactly on time as planned. It would end up downpouring most of my drive. It made the drive a little slow since people were driving slower, but there were fortunately no accidents until just before the RI line. It wasn't too bad, and just as I was about to be forced to merge right two lanes, the accident scene cleared and my lane was reopened.
I met Tony Wild at Wildflour Bakery in Pawtucket to give him my old jogging stroller. Not the nicest one, but I loved it because it was lightweight. It had been sitting in the upstairs of my garage for just shy of 5 years so it was filthy. I hosed it off then wiped it down. One tire needed a new tube, but other than that, it was good to go. Even if they just use it to test him out in a stroller before buying a better one, I'm still happy it will be used again. The best part of the morning was finally meeting Tony's wife, Kate, and of course the little guy, Ian. We had a pretty quick snack before Ian started to get squirmy. Oh, I remember those days. Haha. Even though it was short, it was a good visit. And Tony even brought me two Proclamation Pentultimate Unicorn beers AND $25 DDs gift card. He's always so generous.
I wanted to hit a few breweries before making my way down to Burlingame Campground for the night so my first stop was Buttonwoods, the same brewery I camped at back in February. I took the dogs out out back first then moved to the front since no one was there but like one car. A ton of people showed up after I did, but I think the rain might have deterred the crowds. I got my beer and stood where I could see the dogs in the car.
I just had one beer there then headed down to try out Beer on Earth. This place was a bit odd since it was brewery inside of a Great Harvest Bread Co. Although not quite accurate, I felt somewhat like I was in a Subway shop. I had two smaller pours of their DIPA and the porter. While the beer was good, it wasn't something outstanding that I would recommend you rush to visit. The atmosphere leaves a lot to be desired.
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| Sat where I could see the dogs in the car |
I went to the Dollar Tree across the road for some water and then drove down to the campground. It was still pouring when we got there and to the site. I sat in the car for a bit before it finally stopped for the most part. There was nothing but a drizzle off and on the rest of the night. I took the dogs for a walk (on leash!) as soon as we got out of the car. I found a small trail where I could let them off leash briefly then walked them down to the pond to get in the water and cool off. While it slightly cooled off during the evening, it was still really warm and very humid all night.
I made macaroni and cheese for dinner since I'm fancy like that. Also had one of the beers Tony gave me, even though it's strictly prohibited there. Not like I'm getting all rowdy with my buddies at the campsite. Haha.
Once I ate and cleaned up everything, I took the dogs on another walk and found a section of the North-South trail that I didn't know was there. I totally missed it the last 3 years. I didn't go far since I was wearing sandals and it got kind of muddy. Once back, I brushed my teeth then got in the tent for the night. It was not a good night's sleep AT ALL. It was sticky warm, and then some dumb bird, probably a turkey, decided to park itself in the tree above my tent. It gobbled ALL NIGHT and kept setting the dogs off. I barely slept at all. Ugh.
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| Phoenix in the tent |
This would be 3rd year doing Run 4 Kerri and has become a favorite of mine. I love being part of the elite field here, even if I'm feeling less and less like I belong in it. Something about this race really makes me love it. It's like coming to a small town race where the people are so friendly, yet there's an elite field added in. The purpose of the race is to raise money for a scholarship fund in memory of Kerry Lynn Bessette who died of meningitis her freshman year of college in 2001. Her family puts on this race for her, and it's just one of those races I want to be a part of. We get free entry into the race as one of the elites, but, as I have the last two years, I always donate that entry fee back. It took me over a month after I registered to have the extra money for the donation, but I still got it done. I just can't take the free entry for this one and feel right about it. Kerri's mini doc is linked here.
I arrived pretty early so that I would be able to get a good parking spot to set up the dogs. No one would end up parking next to me. Haha. Kind of like the bus ride at the Lovell race when no one would sit next to me. It was actually a good thing, though, since it meant the dogs wouldn't bother anyone. Phoenix barked some, but not too bad. I kept her under a beach umbrella in front of the car on the grass...and on a blanket of course. I brought Chill over to the school where there was some great shade on cool pavement. Another dog was tied up there, too, so I made sure it was a female dog first before bringing him over. Ended up being the perfect place for him.
I went out pretty early for a warm up because I hate just waiting, and I wanted to see how I felt. Instead of the usual 3 miles, I just ran 2. I wasn't worried about getting in miles today. Just needed a good warm up. Plus, I'd get another half mile in on the way to the start anyway. I felt ok, but I still wasn't optimistic about today's race. It was already blazing hot in the sun and really humid. I just hoped to break 26 minutes today.
I checked on the dogs and then went back to the elite room to get ready for the race then ran up to the start. I ended up talking to Crutchley a bit before standing with Scott and Maureen in the shade before it was time to line up. I really didn't know where to stand since the women's field was pretty good this year. I knew I wasn't coming in top 5 for sure. I only hoped for 1st master female today. I just made sure I lined up well behind the top women.
Finally, we were off. I definitely didn't want to go sub-6 on the first mile today, but it felt like I was going way too slow right off the bat. I was with really young girl for about 3/4 of the first mile before Bob Jackman caught up to me. I attempted to stay with him and we crossed the mile in 6:10 (what was called out; my watch got 6:05). Ouch. Super slow. Much slower than I expected. Laura Brustolon passed us right around this point, and then as we made the sharp turn left, I couldn't keep up with Bob anymore so I fell back. I was kind of on my own at this point, although I had a feeling that younger girl was still close behind. Mile 2 was tough, but I still felt alright. 6:12. Slower, but I was ok with that. Right after the mile 2 marker, I just died. I had nothing but to hold on. Mile 3 has a couple of hills and some sharp turns. As I crested the hill at mile 3, I saw Marissa McPhillips just ahead of me walking through the water stop. I was so dead that I still couldn't catch her. 6:36 for mile 3. The course continued straight and then slightly curved right. As I came around it, Marissa was on her knees in someone's yard looking like she was vomiting. She was standing as I passed. I was dying here so badly that I couldn't even say anything to her. Only a mile to go. And I still can't believe I ran this last mile as my slowest. With the last downhill and flat to the finish you'd think I would run faster than mile 3, but I didn't. I was on death's door and just hoping not to get passed by another woman.
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| Cresting the top of the last hill before the push to the finish |
I didn't have much left in me, but I gave whatever I had through the finish and just barely beat the younger girl I'd been running next to in mile 1. 6:40 for the last mile, but I made my goal of sub-26. 25:45. And crazy, I came in 6th female! I just missed 5th place. 1st master female. Yay! That meant $50. I was banking on that money since we were supposed to go out after the race. That meant the difference between no lunch and maybe 2 beers or lunch and more beers. Haha. Full Results.
I was dying after the finish. Just drenched in sweat. Pretty sure today was the equivalent weather as 2016. Too bad I'm not in shape like 2016, though. I ran about a minute slower than 2017 which I knew would happen. A lot of people ran slower than usual so it wasn't just me, and that made me feel better least.
I checked on the dogs, then joined Bob, Jackie, Nick Fox and Steven Croft for a cool down to the beach. None of us had any desire to run more miles than what would get us to the beach. I ran down here for a swim in 2016 and recalled it being the warmest water I'd ever been in in New England. I didn't swim long then because I didn't want to miss the awards. This time was different. After getting out past the seaweed, the water was SO AMAZING. It was the perfect temperature. I swam in the waves and floated. It never felt too cold. I didn't want to get out. I honestly haven't stopped thinking about it constantly the last week. I just want to be back in that water. We stayed out there a pretty long time, but then those damn awards called me out of it. To find water I can swim in up here is so rare. South Kingstown Town Beach is where it's at! Haha.
Rinsed off quickly then ran the mile back to the school for the awards. I changed quickly right after, loaded up the dogs and drove over to Mews for lunch. I parked in the shade and put the dogs outside. I had to go out mid lunch to get them in the brook out back. They both went swimming and then I rejoined the group in the bar. The BAR. The place I'm rarely able to sit since kids aren't allowed. Haha. As we headed out, George Ross wanted to snag a photo of me by his car like the ones he took at a photoshoot of his. I'm not quite the caliber of those Burlesque girls, but I gave it a shot.
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| I knew I had on "boy shorts" underwear to hide most of it. Otherwise I wouldn't have done this. |
First off it wasn't 93 degrees. Not even close. They were tied up in the shade and perfectly fine. Also, the brewery doesn't have a/c; it was hotter in there than outside. We weren't even there that long. Plus, I don't have a/c at home. My dogs don't live in a/c. Unfortunately, I let this ignorant bullshit set me off. And I could see some woman watching us from her house across the way so I was sure it was her. I wanted to beat her ass, but I left in a total rage instead. Ruined what had been a fun day up until this point where I was leaving. Ugh. I wish I could go back and just leave for home from Proclamation like I should have.
The drive home wasn't too bad since it was late. No traffic. Got home late, but it was fine. I planned on that anyway. Unfortunately, my anger at the dog note ended up causing me to lash out at someone who was just trying to make sure I was ok. All I saw through my anger was someone just pitying me. I hate being pitied. So it set me off. I'd feel pretty lousy about this whole thing for nearly all of the next week, so I tried to be as antisocial as possible. I can't say I feel 100% better about it right now, but I'm getting over it. Haha.
I just want to be back in this water....
Fun week! Everyone looked miserable at Run 4 Kerri.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. It was so miserable!
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