I just totally burned my tongue on hot coffee. The cup didn’t feel hot, so I took a big gulp. Ow ow ow ow ow. Just in time to go to the dentist this morning too. Ow ow.
Last night I went running for the first time since we went to Colorado. I’m planning to do the Houston Marathon in January, and so I’ll have to start training by mid-September, but summer has become the season where I just don’t run. Hardly at all. I’ll swim, I’ll bike, I’ll play sports or hike or do the elliptical machine. But it’s just too hot and too humid to deal with running, so I only do it occasionally. Once or twice a week, and only to avoid losing my fitness entirely.
I ran 5 km last night, and though I felt ok, I was going so slowly. When I got home and saw myself in the mirror, I realized why everyone always gives me funny looks and asking if I’m ok. My face was so, so red. I have a lot of histamines, or something.
Anyway.
I borrowed The Last Samurai from Matt and watched it last night in between calls from Mom and Dad trying to figure out when Katie and Joel would finally make it back to North Carolina. Their British Airways flight from London got into Newark on time, but their US Air flight to Charlotte was cancelled because of bad weather. US Air wouldn’t put them up in a hotel for the night, and they didn’t have any clothes anyway because their bags were still in London, so they got transferred to an American Airlines flight into Raleigh. That flight was then delayed for more than two hours. In the end, my parents drove up to Chapel Hill, took a nap at my aunt’s house, drove over to Raleigh at 1:30 a.m. to get Katie and Joel, and finally got back home to Charlotte after 4 a.m. Whew.