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I love Fridays…

Not the restaurant mind you, though they aren’t too bad but Fridays always seem to give me hope.  Even with the prospect of laundry day tomorrow, I know that I’ll get to spend a lot of time with a good book over the weekend and that always makes me happy.  I had a very busy week this week so I’m glad to have a couple of days to just relax.  My daughter is lobbying for a sleepover and a movie with some of her friends but we’ll just have to see.  She doesn’t realize that with mommy gone for six months, things need to be easier not harder.  She sees it as more freedom since she only has to get past one parent (the easier one at that) instead of two.  Today was even better because I didn’t have to run or workout either.  All I have to do today is watch my diet and that’s been pretty easy since I stayed in my office all day and all I have is slim-fast and pretzels in here!

I Skyped Debbie twice this morning (doesn’t that sound dirty) and we did some chatting in between so it was even better than normal in that area.  Not being able to touch my wife is not easy for me, I’m a very touchy-feely person so when the brain sees the wife but can’t touch her, it does funky little things to your thought process.  Oh well, only 182 days left :-<

I hope you all have a blessed weekend.  Hopefully, I’ll have some time to post this weekend.

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Getting older stinks

Okay, so maybe turning 43 at the end of the month has me thinking wonky but I’m not really happy about the things my body is doing.

My wife and I were supposed to run in the Army Ten Miler in October and I was bound and determined to not have a repeat of last year.  Last year I started preparing in April, stopped because I hurt my ankle in June, walked/ran/panted through one 5 mile run the week before the race and then ran in the race itself.  My 2:02 time was not very impressive to anyone, in fact if it had not been for my friend Drew Kapuscak ‘motivating’ me through the race I would have quit right about mile 2!  Drew was great and stayed with me until the 9 mile mark and ran the last mile (I sure he was completely refreshed) so that he wouldn’t have that embarrassing 2 at the beginning of his time as well.

This year, I started practicing the week we signed up (April Fools Day, who’s the fool now).  We had a decent path figured out in Lorton so that we could run 3, 5, or 7 miles depending on which way we went.  I only ran once or twice a week since I knew the body would not react favorably to this.  After our move to Woodbridge, we have a great, wide, asphalt path to run on that is 4 or 5 miles depending on the path.  When we found out Debbie would be deploying to Pakistan for the entire second half of the year, she asked me if I wanted to sell my bib and let someone else run the race in my place.  Picture the little angel and devil sitting on opposite shoulders debating which way this one would turn out.  A couple of days later, I decided to run the race for my wife to show my support for what she was going through.  There was great mirth and joy in the household that day!

So what’s this all about?  Well, I’m really learning that the body just doesn’t recover like it used to.  I’ve never, ever, ever been an avid runner but I used to be able to run a few miles one day and be ready to run again the next day if I had to.  Not at 43 baby, uh-uh, nope, not, and several other choice words that I refuse to type out!  It now takes my body two full days to recover from a 5 mile run!  What a rip off!  Does this thing come with a warranty?

So, if you have any ideas or suggestions about what I can do to make the recovery time go quicker, I’m all ears (since that’s the only part of my body that doesn’t hurt right now).  I’m hoping that once I drop these extra 15-20 pounds I’m carrying, the body will see fit to allow me to run a little more often but I’m not really sure, having never had this problem before.

I hate it when it does that…

My son has been bugging me for a couple of weeks now to let him highlight his hair.  Several of his friends recently had theirs done and I didn’t see any harm in it so off we went.  As soon as my daughter knew we were going to get his hair done, she started chiming in with wanting a new haircut as well.  Might as well kill 2 birds with one stone right?

Well, the haircuts/styles went just fine but while I’m sitting there waiting for Jeremy to finish, my previous landlord goes walking by the salon and catches sight of my daughter talking on her cellphone out front.  5 minutes later she’s stopping in the salon to ask about getting her highlights updated (she doesn’t even have highlights).  You see, we’re about to take this sorry wench to court for trying to steal over $6000 from us so that she could remodel the home we’ve been living in for the past 3 years.  We’ve put more money into the house in the past 3 years than she has and yet she’s trying to blame us for the air conditioner going out, the carpets having pet stains (which were there when we moved in), and other sundry things that are almost all fabrications because she’s mad at us.

Anyway, she walks into the salon and shoots me a couple of looks like she wants to attract my attention without making it look like she’s attracting my attention.  I’m sitting there doing everything I can to remember that I am a Catholic father of two (who happen to be within earshot) and I’m not wanting to go to confession because of this woman.  Anyway, I did a pretty good job of not making eye contact or letting her know I even recognized her but as soon as she stepped out of the door I started texting everyone I could think of so that I could vent some of my pent up aggression.  I guess I still had a little left.

My attorney is supposed to send her a letter tomorrow trying to avoid small claims court but we’re not real confident that it will happen.  The good news is that we have a full set of photographs of the house when we moved in and when we moved out.  Comparing those two, I don’t think any judge will allow her to get away with what she’s doing.  Pray for us, we’ll really need it.

Gloom, Despair, and Agony On Me

It has been a little over a week since my wife left for Islamabad.  The kids and I have settled down a little and are starting to realize that mom’s not going to be walking through that door anytime soon.  The biggest hit we’ve taken so far has been to the family supper which Debbie was a master of.  I didn’t realize how nice the suppers were until I had to rely on me to make them.  Debbie always made sure the meal was healthy and valuable to us.  I’m not so good at that though I feel like I’m starting to catch on.  Last night, I cooked the family’s favorite meal (cube steaks, rice & gravy, and corn).  I was very proud of myself, especially since at our last meal, my daughter looked up at me about halfway through and said “hey dad, we got any vegetables?” Sweet kid, really.

Anyway, being the OCD, ADHD parent that I am, supper comes into my mind about 15 seconds before we’re supposed to be sitting down to eat.  I really need to work on it so I guess that’s where I’ll be focusing my time over the next few weeks.  Too bad Debbie didn’t get that once-a-month cooking thing done before she left but I’m sure we’ll survive just fine.

Gotta go, the doorbell just rang.  Must be the pizza delivery person!!