I guess the only thing that's ruining this for me is the reason why I'm bored. It all started at about 2am last night...
(I'm just guessing cause I never actually looked at the clock). I had been sleeping on my arm funny, so I had completely lost all feeling in it. As I rolled over I felt something cold touch my other hand- had I fallen asleep holding my phone again? (it tends to happen.. my friends go to bed later than me...). Nope. not a phone.
It feels like there is a hand in my bed. There's AN F-ING HAND IN MY BED!!!!
I didn't once assume that there was a body to go with it- ha as you can tell I don't have the tendency to wake up to these kinds of things.
I was too shocked to scream- which is very good because I'm one hell of a good screamer. (Like comparable to Kiera Knightly when she first sees the ghost crew in Pirates.) But I quickly realized it was MY hand that I had felt. whew...ok- everything's ok. back to sleep. It was then that I realized that my nose was all stuffed up and my throat was really hurting/constricted.
I guess the reason why this was particularly ominous is because I'm leaving for Worlds in 1 day. Alex came down with Strep Throat last week, and as she has never gotten sick before without me following suit, I realized that this sore throat was not a good sign. Alex had started off feeling just a little bit sick, (like I've felt all day) but gradually got worse, until after almost a week of die-age she finally went on antibiotics, and has sloooowly been getting better. I don't have a week to get better.
Nonetheless I got up in the morning, went down to the lake, and set up my transition. We were going to do a lake swim, with a few short Bricks, then a longish ride followed by a run off the bike. All decked out in my wetsuit, bright pink silicone cap, and goggles, I went to my coach to tell him that I wasn't feeling the greatest.
Now I don't usually do this. In normal circumstances I would have put on that wetsuit, HTFU'ed and suffered my way through the workouts. One of my friends says that my horrible athlete-to-coach communication skills is because I am wimp. He says that I am obedient to a fault, and that I never stand up for myself. That's why the newest girl in his life is better than me- cause she has balls... and I don't. (Kidding! ;)
but Perhaps what he says is true.
Perhaps it is because I come from a swimming background where the athletes were expected to come to every workout regardless of how sick they were (fevers were the exception.. and maybe puking- only if it would cause the pool to get evacuated though). And the coaches didn't accept excuses.
Perhaps it is because I don't want to make excuses for myself. Perhaps because I never want to disappoint others. I don't really know why I usually choose not to complain, but I figure that I have a lot of growing up to do still, so I'll figure it all out eventually...
ok back to the story. I told PK that I wasn't feeling the greatest, and he told me to take the day off. Apparently I should have talked to him before taking 10 minutes to get my wetsuit on. But Pat told me to use the opportunity to practice wetsuit removals since I suck hardcore at wetsuit stripping. But, even dry, I still sucked. So I kept practicing until I got in trouble by the coaches when they came back, half an hour later, to find me running around in my bathing suit instead of resting. On my way home I stopped at Planet Organic to find something to make me healthy. I was hoping for a sweet Pomegranate drink or something like that, but I didn't really see anything, so I bought $38 worth of Spirulina tablets (to go with my multi-vitamin, vitamin C, vitamin D, calcium, iron, and immuno booster that are part of my daily ritual), and went to Starbucks instead (more reasons why I really do need to find a job... sigh). In Thriftys I found some dark chocolate covered golgi berries though! But on my way out of the store a nearby pub burnt down, and the 30+ minute detour that ensued in Ma Boiling Jeep, made my golgi berries all melty. This was when I came to the conclusion that I was bored. Not sure what to do about this newly discovered sentiment- I stopped to pick up a movie from Blockbuster. As I came out of the store I realized I couldn't find my keys. Sure enough, they were sitting on the driver's seat in my locked car. Dozily trying to decide what to do next I realized that I had left my window open a bit too much (I've been a little out of it today). So I stuck the dvd and my wallet on top of the jeep, jammed my arm through the window, unlocked the door, and drove off. As I was nearly home I heard something sliding on top of my roof. Shit.
Luckily my wallet was still there! The dvd was missing though, so I turned around to do a U-ey and a nice man drove up to hand me my flying movie. He said one of the disks had flown out of the case, and was run over by a car. It was the special features disk though, so I can still watch the movie, and maybe the blockbuster people won't notice one missing disk ha....
So that was my day... I went to the doctor, and they confirmed that I have Strep throat. As you can tell I wasn't feeling too too sick- when you're really really sick you usually feel too crappy to really notice boredom.
But now I think the Strep Throat is finally beginning to do its job.
So now I plan on listening to some Jack Johnson, and legs up the wall until bedtime. Calm my mind. Breath.
But it seems like even though everything was going wrong today, it all turned out all right in the end.
And I think my next couple weeks are going to be like this too ( The turning out all right part).