two opposite extremes hurting my brain
The marathon training is going really well. Today was my first long run and I needed to run a total of 9 miles and include a hill workout (running 9-10 hills at about .25 mi a piece). This was tough but I had fun and really enjoyed the view. I'd get to the top of the hill at Seal Point Park and see the blue water of the bay, SF in the distance and the clean white of about half a dozen sail boats. On the other side of the hill is a dog park and I liked watching all the dogs running around, enjoying the sunshine. So I'm pretty tired now but also really happy which is kinda weird because my Dad is in the hospital.
My Dad has been in the ICU for three days now because he had an infection that started internally (which is practically unheard of) in his jugular vein. He had a surgery to drain the infection and is on antibiotics and is now showing real improvement. But I'm going to be making an unexpected trip to home to visit him in the hospital, where they expect he'll be for at least another 10 days. He's going to be okay but let everyone reading this learn from him. Though he is a respiratory therapist, he hates going to see doctors. There's little doubt in my mind that that resistance could have killed him. So if you're worried about your health, go see a doctor. People care about you.
I think once I see my dad my brain won't hurt over the fact that I'm genuinely happy right now. I'm worried about him, but I'm also loving my life. I love my husband and the happy dance he does when he and I go rock climbing. I love my dogs and how they're getting even better on leash when I take them running. I'm excited about my writing. And I'm thankful to have so many spiffy people as friends. I love living in California where it is sunny and 68 degrees outside. Kids at the park were flying kites today. And I felt so strong and healthy and I thought about my dad and I ran just a little bit harder, because tomorrow I'll see him in a way I've never really seen him before--vulnerable.
My Dad has been in the ICU for three days now because he had an infection that started internally (which is practically unheard of) in his jugular vein. He had a surgery to drain the infection and is on antibiotics and is now showing real improvement. But I'm going to be making an unexpected trip to home to visit him in the hospital, where they expect he'll be for at least another 10 days. He's going to be okay but let everyone reading this learn from him. Though he is a respiratory therapist, he hates going to see doctors. There's little doubt in my mind that that resistance could have killed him. So if you're worried about your health, go see a doctor. People care about you.
I think once I see my dad my brain won't hurt over the fact that I'm genuinely happy right now. I'm worried about him, but I'm also loving my life. I love my husband and the happy dance he does when he and I go rock climbing. I love my dogs and how they're getting even better on leash when I take them running. I'm excited about my writing. And I'm thankful to have so many spiffy people as friends. I love living in California where it is sunny and 68 degrees outside. Kids at the park were flying kites today. And I felt so strong and healthy and I thought about my dad and I ran just a little bit harder, because tomorrow I'll see him in a way I've never really seen him before--vulnerable.