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This week is obviously not my week to run. Monday and Tuesday I felt horrible. There was no running to be had. Wednesday I felt better, but is usually an off day because of my schedule. That and I usually try to do my long run on Tuesday. Thursday was catch up day. Reason? See Monday and Tuesday. School work apparently doesn't do itself when you're sick. I thought it worked the same way as sticking your notebooks under your pillow so you learn by osmosis. Right???
Apparently not. So today I had my day all lined up to go to classes, have lunch with my best friend and her 16 month old plant terrorist. (Although I think that cactus got the better of him.) Then after lunch, an hour of studying then out for a run. After all, I have new headphones to break in, and I was excited about a static free, music uninterrupted run.
Well, classes went off without a hitch, and I even got two reprieves...an extra day for homework (although I'm being tortured with a test to get said extra day for homework), and a Friday test moved to Monday. (This is a good thing for most of my classmates and I HATE Friday tests. My brain is usually dead by then. Plus, it's physics. Extra study time is very good.
So I get into my car and head to lunch. As I pulled out of my parking spot, I could have swore that I ran over something. OOOOhhhkay.... nothing on the floor of the parking deck. Huh. I heard more thumps. Now I'm starting to get suspicious. I know every noise my car makes and know for 100% certain that there are no speed bumps where I was hearing thumps. Then I realize that as my car is accelerating, the gears are shifting really, really hard. Like the whole car is shuddering. And this is very, very bad.
I'm extremely attached to my beloved blue Saturn. She is/was my very first new car, and I've been fearing her getting wiped out by another driver ever since I paid her off. I never thought about the possibility of her dying of mechanical issues...until today. Anyway, we've been together for 9 years of bliss, and only three people have been given permission to drive her... ever. And I know just enough about torque, gear shifts, and car engines (which is admittedly not a heck of a lot) to know that I had a very big problem on my hands. So after a quick lunch with the plant terrorist and my best friend, it was off to the car doctor that we went.
Which is 20 minutes from my house. In another city. Hey, you find a decent service station, you stick with them. And the entire drive down, I'm fearing the words "transmission repair". Expensive to fix at best, but often covert language for "get a new car". Either way, it meant I was stuck out of town with just my backpack full of books & study materials. Until at least 7pm, well after dark. Gah! And not a stitch of running gear to be had.
So I am finally home. It's well after 9pm, and now I am destined to only get two short runs or one long run done. Because I can't squeeze in 15 miles (the best I would have been able to do this week anyway, between today and Sunday, when I planned to get my long run done) between tomorrow and Sunday. My knee and I are finally back on speaking terms, since I took it out on concrete after nearly two weeks of indoor tracks and treadmills. And now I'm trying to figure out what is best. Two shorter runs back to back or one long run and just deal with this being an extremely early taper week. After all, I'm running my next half in 12 weeks. It's not too early to taper. Not at all.
At the rate I'm going, there's gonna be a foot of snow and ice tomorrow, just to make this week a complete loss.
At least I can retrieve my precious blue baby tomorrow afternoon. I'm gonna give her a big hug, then smack her on the roof for giving me a good scare. Oh, and as a note to automakers everwhere... quit making hatchbacks. I don't care if they're all the rage in Europe and "economical". I like having a trunk. Oh, and GM...in addition to that previous note, that definitely applies to Saturn...or I'm buying a Prius.
To my dear blue baby, don't you ever do this to me again.
Apparently not. So today I had my day all lined up to go to classes, have lunch with my best friend and her 16 month old plant terrorist. (Although I think that cactus got the better of him.) Then after lunch, an hour of studying then out for a run. After all, I have new headphones to break in, and I was excited about a static free, music uninterrupted run.
Well, classes went off without a hitch, and I even got two reprieves...an extra day for homework (although I'm being tortured with a test to get said extra day for homework), and a Friday test moved to Monday. (This is a good thing for most of my classmates and I HATE Friday tests. My brain is usually dead by then. Plus, it's physics. Extra study time is very good.
So I get into my car and head to lunch. As I pulled out of my parking spot, I could have swore that I ran over something. OOOOhhhkay.... nothing on the floor of the parking deck. Huh. I heard more thumps. Now I'm starting to get suspicious. I know every noise my car makes and know for 100% certain that there are no speed bumps where I was hearing thumps. Then I realize that as my car is accelerating, the gears are shifting really, really hard. Like the whole car is shuddering. And this is very, very bad.
I'm extremely attached to my beloved blue Saturn. She is/was my very first new car, and I've been fearing her getting wiped out by another driver ever since I paid her off. I never thought about the possibility of her dying of mechanical issues...until today. Anyway, we've been together for 9 years of bliss, and only three people have been given permission to drive her... ever. And I know just enough about torque, gear shifts, and car engines (which is admittedly not a heck of a lot) to know that I had a very big problem on my hands. So after a quick lunch with the plant terrorist and my best friend, it was off to the car doctor that we went.
Which is 20 minutes from my house. In another city. Hey, you find a decent service station, you stick with them. And the entire drive down, I'm fearing the words "transmission repair". Expensive to fix at best, but often covert language for "get a new car". Either way, it meant I was stuck out of town with just my backpack full of books & study materials. Until at least 7pm, well after dark. Gah! And not a stitch of running gear to be had.
So I am finally home. It's well after 9pm, and now I am destined to only get two short runs or one long run done. Because I can't squeeze in 15 miles (the best I would have been able to do this week anyway, between today and Sunday, when I planned to get my long run done) between tomorrow and Sunday. My knee and I are finally back on speaking terms, since I took it out on concrete after nearly two weeks of indoor tracks and treadmills. And now I'm trying to figure out what is best. Two shorter runs back to back or one long run and just deal with this being an extremely early taper week. After all, I'm running my next half in 12 weeks. It's not too early to taper. Not at all.
At the rate I'm going, there's gonna be a foot of snow and ice tomorrow, just to make this week a complete loss.
At least I can retrieve my precious blue baby tomorrow afternoon. I'm gonna give her a big hug, then smack her on the roof for giving me a good scare. Oh, and as a note to automakers everwhere... quit making hatchbacks. I don't care if they're all the rage in Europe and "economical". I like having a trunk. Oh, and GM...in addition to that previous note, that definitely applies to Saturn...or I'm buying a Prius.
To my dear blue baby, don't you ever do this to me again.