Delayed flights are like my running

Sitting (on the dock of the bay) here at the airport waiting for my flight to take off, I have come to a major conclusion. Many things in my life, like running, eating healthy, chores, are like delayed flights. Let me explain...

First the flight gets delayed by an hour. You start to think, thank goodness, I was going to be late anyway, and now God has smiled on me and I will not only make my flight but be early enough to actually use the restroom in the airport rather than the on the plane. This makes you happy because naturally a toilet that doesn't move around due to turbulence is much better than one that does. You ignore the fact that it's a toss up on which one is actually more sanitary. In running, I delay it an hour due to having to use the restroom after getting home late from work (or not wanting to wake up quite that early in the morning). Fantastic, I think to myself as I take the time to use the restroom.

Second, the flight gets delayed another hour and a half. Is it weather you ask? No, it's stupid air traffic control combined with weather. Really? Air traffic control is the reason? Did they just decide my plane was not going to land on time anyway and delay it further? Do they really know 4 hours ahead that they aren't going to let us land? Do they sit up in their tower playing plane roulette? "We'll delay........this one!" They say with their eyes closed and their finger floating over the green radar screen as it lands on the unsuspecting blip on the screen. "Ah yes, this plane it is." Again, much like running to me. I decide to delay the run again with my eyes closed and my finger floating over my weekly calendar saying, "I'll decide to delay.....this run further."

Third, the flight is then delayed another 10 minutes. Really? 10 minutes? You had to actually post that it is delayed yet another 10 minutes. Because in the scheme of things, like a delay of 2 hours and 55 minutes, actually having to tell us that no...no...in fact it is actually now 3 hours and 5 minutes is really going to make a difference. I couldn't be more upset if they cancelled the freaking flight. (Oh, God, please don't do that). Keep in mind, I'm only 1 hour and 45 minutes into my now 3 hours and 5 minutes delay. Run....still to be continued.

However, here's hoping the plane is only delayed and not cancelled, as all my runs have been for the past 2 weeks. Can you say funk? Get me out of it!!!!!! Help!!! Motivation.....please!

Saturdays...Love them...Wish there were more of them.

So, puppy is normal again! YAY! Do have to say, she actually likes children's benedryl.

Running, the real point of all of this...

This morning...it sucked. And by suck, I mean super suck. The 4 mile loop was the plan, but didn't happed. I finished it...with 4 walking periods. Who would have thought that 8:00 AM was too late to run. Too hot. Way too hot. That mixed with no food = this nurse went no where. I would even like to say I went nowhere fast, but I went nowhere really really slow. So, another crap session.

I either need to run at 8:00 PM and eat dinner at 5:00 PM or run at 4:00 AM and risk being one of "those" people. I used to go to the gym at that time. Something about running around in the dark kind of scares me. Any pros have some thoughts on that? I'm guessing just don't wear headphones so you can hear things. Things like creepy guys running after you.

Oh! Highlight of today is I got my hair cut finally. I feel like myself now. The "new" me. The running me. The runner me...dare I say. That and the Coastie thinks it's sexy...score! Hopefully figuratively and literally! (Hey, I'm still young, no judging!)

Happy Saturday!

Wow - I'm beat.

So, yesterday officially ended our big Build Fest at work. It's software build - very boring for people who aren't me. I'm a nurse and doing software build - kind of funny. Anywho~it's over! And, I made it. That may not seem like much, but I'm proud. The team for our hospital was put together last summer. Everyone was trained and certified (not certifiable, like I believe I am) before I even came to the team. I started my training the last week of October and was completely certified by December 11. By the time I got back, that was 1 month. I'm proud to say that means I got certified faster than anyone on our team (maybe with the highest scores too). We expected to not be on track with everyone else because of how much later I got started, but we met the deadline of the entire team. Sorry, I have to toot my own horn here because I very rarely am proud of myself.

However, I am now exhausted. I haven't slept very well for about a week. My eating has been shot to heck due to massive cravings of donuts and the like. I've been praying to get back on track, but sometimes my stomach speaks to me a tad louder than God. Sorry, God, I swear I'm trying. Today, it has all caught up with me. I woke up with a headache that is finally subsiding. I needed coffee, so I stopped at Starbucks, which also means an Apple Fritter. YUCK. I love them, enjoyed it, but I'm not enjoying the after effects of the sugar right now. In fact, it may be the reason for my lack of sleep.

On the up side (roller-coaster today, I apologize), I was able to run my allotted 3.3 miles yesterday. Downer - did not get up for my morning lifting today. Upper - I will go after work and complete spinning. Upper - rest day tomorrow. Upper - will go to sleep really early tonight and take something to ensure I get the sleep.

So, yay for me. Yay for life. Boo for tiredness.