So it was back to work after a 4 day weekend.
I married, twice….why couldn’t I have married a rich man so I didn’t have to work? 🙂 My grandmother told me once that it was just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor…..yeah.
I was just daydreaming….I do like my life but I wish I didn’t have to work but I also wish that I was rich enough to do what I wanted and not stay at home everyday. I’ll buy a power ball ticket tomorrow! HA!
For runners or anyone who is highly motived to do something that makes them healthier or happier: do you ever get the feeling that people dislike you because you do those things with enthusiasm? Or that you become something that people mock or make fun of?
The last couple of weeks I have felt that way and not just by ignorant or jealous people but from people who I like, love or respect.
I honestly try not to talk about running but when it’s part of my life, I can’t always “not” mention it. People ask me about it or if they asked what I did this weekend…it’s part of my life…..but I am really contemplating never talking about it except on here.
And I do appreciate my WordPress friends for being supportive, intelligent, varied, different careers, different hobbies and lives, different parts of the world, kind and funny. This will be my little place. 🙂
A few examples of things that really did hurt my feelings…
I walked into my office at work and turned my lights on early in the morning and I overheard someone who I like tell another person in a sarcastic tone “why don’t she just run to work.” I lived 40 miles away from work or I might! 😉
Another, I was in the toilet stall and a couple ladies (who I’ve liked talking to) walked in into the restroom clearly making fun of me …”wonder if she ran her precious little marathon thingie. She thinks she’s something.” (thingie??) ….I’m their boss and they were very embarrassed when I walked out of the stall! :-)..that actually was kinda fun and employee evaluations for raises are right around the corner! HA! 🙂
Another: I was leaving my son’s home and he didn’t have a light outside and I made a comment to him that it being dark stepping onto the pavement made me worry about twisting my ankle…..he sarcastically said “oh, yeah….you might not get to accomplish your dream (meaning marathon).” I don’t really think he meant for it to sound as sarcastic as it did but it hurt me pretty deep for a while. He sounded a bit bitter or making light or fun of it. I think he thinks I’m too old to do this. He immediately realized how it sounded and apologized and said it came out and sounded smart-ass and sarcastic and did not mean for it to sound that way. I hope that was it…but still.
Another was probably the almost as hurtful as what my son said and I don’t know why it bothered me exactly but my sister and I were talking on the phone and she informed me that she and her daughter (my niece) was making fun of me in regard to something I posted on a Runner’s Facebook page. I was in the 100 mile June Challenge. I updated the group that I missed my goal by 9 miles. My sister and my niece made fun of that. And knowing my sister….she made fun of it in a way if I had heard it, I’d have been hurt. I think it was innocent but it did hurt my feelings.
I guess all of us who do something we love and are passionate about it can be maybe overly sensitive if others make light of it.
I can’t explain to anyone how important running is to me. Training for this marathon is not just a whim. I want it with all my heart and my body. I was almost 300 lbs and could barely walk up the street…so this means everything to me. It’s personal.
But it now has me paranoid or at least shy to even talk about running outside of here because of that. I feel like I have to parse my words in order to not bring up running.
Anyway…today is day #23 of “Marathon Training” and it’s REST DAY!! It’s hot and muggy…..
I got home at about 5:30pm, fed P&E, ate Honey Nut Cheerios with Skim Milk for dinner, showered and ass on the sofa watching……………….drum roll…..”Criminal Minds.”
Honestly, I could eat cereal and milk for every single meal, every single day…
~It Must Be the Honey~