Minutes

I have no time these days to write a good blog post.  It is 8:57- which gives me 3 minutes until my pre-determined bed time tonight.  I have been exhausted since my New Orleans trip, and I need one night of full sleep to try to get back on track.  

I am 3.3 weeks away from graduating from PT school.  I couldn't be happier to graduate, although some days I think I would be better at training tigers.  I have struggled some (a lot) with my current clinical rotation, and I can only hope that the right path for me will be revealed.  

It is 8:59 now...one minute to go.  

It has been 36 days since I last ran.  (not counting my cheat day).  I have so much to write about with the knee, but not in one minute.  I finally gave in to reality and withdrew from Memphis In May.  Let me just say, if you haven't already figured it out, I am not myself when I cannot run.  I am not happy and I am not me.  May the running return before I lose my mind.  

So, the new schedule is biking, swimming, weights, yoga, and eliptical.  For now.  I hardly train with anyone because my schedule is so weird, but that is probably just fine right now.    

Okay, time is up.  I am going to bed!  :)

NOLA Time

Made it to New Orleans about 15 minutes ago- that would be midnight.  The drive to New Orleans from Memphis takes about 6 hours.  Not so bad, but if you are driving the Pop Pop mobile- the Grand Marquis- it seems a wee bit longer.  Why?  No working tape deck.  Of course no CD player or satellite radio.  Driving through Mississippi can be a little tough since there are only 3 radio stations for a while.  I tried to pester friends into cell-phone-talking to me to help the time fly, but everyone was out or in bed.  Some how I managed to day dream my way through Mississippi with no accidents and here I am!

I am still up and writing on my blog because I am cracked up on coffee- now I am drinking wine to help me wind down for bed.  Sounds a lot like a junkie, huh?

Tomorrow I get to enjoy French Quarter Fest with my friend Christy Bohannon and company.  We are celebrating her upcoming wedding with a bachelorette party.  As much as we say we are not going to go to Cats Meow and doing stuff like that, I am almost positive we will end up there- hand grenade in the left and hurricane in the right.  

Did I tell you that my bachelorette party ended up on Bourbon?  I will leave out the details, but the next day I was missing my camera and my driver's license.  I had no idea where I left either items.  Well, I got a call later that day from "Sex Acts"- (or is it "Love Acts"...I can't remember.)  Yup.  Imagine that phone call.  All I could think was- did I go there last night?  They politely let me know they found my cell phone and license, and I had to go back up there sober to pick them up.  Ha ha ha!!!!  So funny :)

Happy weekend everyone.  I sincerely need this weekend to just chill more than anything.  Life has been very stressful these days, but I do know that my life is good.  

    

A Fast Mouthful

I hate that I am not posting as much lately or getting to read blogs. I didn't really get home tonight until past 9, so there you have it.

I think my mom feels really guilty that she did not get me an Easter basket this year (she read my facebook status). So, I anticipate some candy coming my way :)

I ran 20 minutes today, even though I wasn't supposed to. I have been going insane and am horribly depressed. I don't want to wake up to work out, which is the only time I can go. So, when I did finally get home from work I went for a run. Forget the knee pain, my brain felt better. I was booking it too! I figured, if this is the only time I can run in the month of April, let's make it a run! I saw Brian W. while running, and I think I started to cry in front of him from pain, sadness, and craziness- but I didn't want to scare him off so I think I held it in check okay. I swear he is a great friend and I don't know how he tolerates all of his crazy, hormonal female friends. He signed up for the NYC marathon lottery too- so fingers crossed that we both get in and I am healthy enough for a big marathon push in the fall.

Dave and I then went out for dinner...I sincerely needed to get out of the house. So, dinner + wine= well, crying in the restaurant! I am laughing at it because the waiter brought me free ice cream. Ha ha! You have to laugh at that.

All of this crying is the direct result of PMS. If you have a girlfriend or wife, you know I am not telling a lie.

Seriously, though, everything is okay. I am missing running like crazy- wondering when I will get to train for a race again. I have just 4.3 weeks left of my clinical rotations...and the weeks could not be any longer. So much going on- I am crazily pressed for time.

There is also the bike issue...more on that later, but there may need to be a bike change for me. That will be a whole other adventure, and one I don't have time to sort out now, so I will think on that one next week and give you guys some more details.

Meet with radiologist tomorrow to compare MRIs. I am sending positive vibes to my knee for something other than crappy news.

Ummm...Bek and I are going to dinner for her birthday tomorrow. It will be 13 days overdue- a little unacceptable, but we will make the best of it.

I finished the Kite Runner last week (fantastic must read for all) and now I am reading Dead Until Dark.

Will catch up more later. Thanks to everyone that has written- new and old friends.