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scrubjayspeaks) wrote2025-06-22 11:59 am
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2025-06-22 11:59 am
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Done This Week
*nervous laughter* I have made a mistake…
In addition to two appointments this week, one of which required about 8 hours of driving, I helped dogsit. E needed to go to an event down in my neck of the woods, but her partner recently got injured. Watching over two dogs alone was going to be an issue, so I got tagged in as backup.
Which is how I ended up running full-tilt through deep, soft beach sand whilst attached to 80 pounds of deranged young dog. I am not a runner. I am fat and have bad knees. I am the strong-man body type, thank you. But by the gods, I said I would help wear this dog out, and I was going to do it or die trying.
I did not die, though I did fall down at one point. Within hours, my muscles were informing me that mistakes had been made. Today, the morning after, I am sore as hell.
Sore muscles aside, I had a lovely time getting to know E’s partner, as we’ve mostly just seen each other in passing before. And the three of us had a nice dinner together and I got to catch up with E. No regrets; just a lot of Tylenol.
Oh, but I did realize something: this was the first time I had reason to run since surgery. I might be sore after the fact, but nothing hurt in the moment. Because I didn’t have ten pounds of ballistic boob attached to me while I was doing it. I could feel the difference in the moment and marveled at it. Even with the best, most restrictive sports bras money can buy, running used to be painful and awkward.
So I’ve once again spent a long weekend exhausting myself worse than the work week could ever hope to. (x_x)
Lewisia: 1 new piece written (oops)
Day job: 25.5 hours, with Thursday and Friday both off
Listening: AQUARIUM CITY by Louie Zong (thought this sounded suitably summery)
Aftermarket Parts: got through the second doctor appointment, so all I have left is seeing my prescriber which is never traumatic
Clock Mouse: 1289 words
Other: dentist, unloaded hay, primary doctor, dogsitting
In addition to two appointments this week, one of which required about 8 hours of driving, I helped dogsit. E needed to go to an event down in my neck of the woods, but her partner recently got injured. Watching over two dogs alone was going to be an issue, so I got tagged in as backup.
Which is how I ended up running full-tilt through deep, soft beach sand whilst attached to 80 pounds of deranged young dog. I am not a runner. I am fat and have bad knees. I am the strong-man body type, thank you. But by the gods, I said I would help wear this dog out, and I was going to do it or die trying.
I did not die, though I did fall down at one point. Within hours, my muscles were informing me that mistakes had been made. Today, the morning after, I am sore as hell.
Sore muscles aside, I had a lovely time getting to know E’s partner, as we’ve mostly just seen each other in passing before. And the three of us had a nice dinner together and I got to catch up with E. No regrets; just a lot of Tylenol.
Oh, but I did realize something: this was the first time I had reason to run since surgery. I might be sore after the fact, but nothing hurt in the moment. Because I didn’t have ten pounds of ballistic boob attached to me while I was doing it. I could feel the difference in the moment and marveled at it. Even with the best, most restrictive sports bras money can buy, running used to be painful and awkward.
So I’ve once again spent a long weekend exhausting myself worse than the work week could ever hope to. (x_x)
Lewisia: 1 new piece written (oops)
Day job: 25.5 hours, with Thursday and Friday both off
Listening: AQUARIUM CITY by Louie Zong (thought this sounded suitably summery)
Aftermarket Parts: got through the second doctor appointment, so all I have left is seeing my prescriber which is never traumatic
Clock Mouse: 1289 words
Other: dentist, unloaded hay, primary doctor, dogsitting