So...you know that promised 6 mile run? Turned in to a 3 mile run. And actually it was good that it was, because I barely made it to work on time for a meeting.
Rewind back to last night. I was tired. Still am today. But at least I know the reason today - my own stupidity.
I wear contacts. I love the contacts I wear, they are so much better than the ones I used to use. Even with excellent contacts I've had problems getting one out. It happens very rarely, but it does. So what do I do? Keep pawing at my eye.
I have history with this kind of thing. Back in college I managed to do the same thing, and had to be brought to the doctor's because I scratched at my eye so much. And I remember the eye drops. They didn't hurt, I just remember taking them.
Anyway, I pawed and pawed and couldn't get it out. By that time my eye was starting to go red, so I mentally slapped down my hand and went to bed.
I'm a restless sleeper. I frequently wake up fully at the end of dreams and have to go back to bed. Last night I woke up at 4 and could FEEL that contact in my eye. I fought with myself, but eventually got up and was able to get the contact out. By that time my eye hurt a fair amount. So I managed to keep myself up another hour panicking that I caused permanent damage.
Which brings me to this morning. Exhausted, traumatized, wearing my glasses, lucky that I got myself out of bed much less ran at all. Add that to the fact that my period started today, and I'll be happy with three miles. It leaves me with less of a comfort zone to make it to 100 miles this month (plan has me slightly over), so I think I'll probably move those miles to a shorter run I have later this week.
Oh - and my eye is a little dry tonight but otherwise fine. Will probably do glasses again tomorrow just to give my eye more rest.
I do have a fun thankful today. I went back to my college tonight to exchange a sweatshirt my brother had bought when he was visiting college friends a few weeks ago. We will pass by the fact that he didn't even let me know he was in town...Anyway, I got to go to BC (Boston College), and I loved going back because it brought back how fun those college years were. I wasn't a party animal then or now, but I just enjoyed the experiences I had there. It was fun to go back, even if it was literally for less than an hour, and I'm thankful for my brother's mistake that got me to go back
Rewind back to last night. I was tired. Still am today. But at least I know the reason today - my own stupidity.
I wear contacts. I love the contacts I wear, they are so much better than the ones I used to use. Even with excellent contacts I've had problems getting one out. It happens very rarely, but it does. So what do I do? Keep pawing at my eye.
I have history with this kind of thing. Back in college I managed to do the same thing, and had to be brought to the doctor's because I scratched at my eye so much. And I remember the eye drops. They didn't hurt, I just remember taking them.
Anyway, I pawed and pawed and couldn't get it out. By that time my eye was starting to go red, so I mentally slapped down my hand and went to bed.
I'm a restless sleeper. I frequently wake up fully at the end of dreams and have to go back to bed. Last night I woke up at 4 and could FEEL that contact in my eye. I fought with myself, but eventually got up and was able to get the contact out. By that time my eye hurt a fair amount. So I managed to keep myself up another hour panicking that I caused permanent damage.
Which brings me to this morning. Exhausted, traumatized, wearing my glasses, lucky that I got myself out of bed much less ran at all. Add that to the fact that my period started today, and I'll be happy with three miles. It leaves me with less of a comfort zone to make it to 100 miles this month (plan has me slightly over), so I think I'll probably move those miles to a shorter run I have later this week.
Oh - and my eye is a little dry tonight but otherwise fine. Will probably do glasses again tomorrow just to give my eye more rest.
I do have a fun thankful today. I went back to my college tonight to exchange a sweatshirt my brother had bought when he was visiting college friends a few weeks ago. We will pass by the fact that he didn't even let me know he was in town...Anyway, I got to go to BC (Boston College), and I loved going back because it brought back how fun those college years were. I wasn't a party animal then or now, but I just enjoyed the experiences I had there. It was fun to go back, even if it was literally for less than an hour, and I'm thankful for my brother's mistake that got me to go back
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Hi! Had to post a comment! You left a comment on SUAR's page today about creeper emails and your comment was hilarious! Thanks for the laugh!
P.S. Please take it as a compliment and not as another creeper message! Haha!
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