I ran the 10-miler yesterday and it went well enough. I covered the distance, though slowly, and didn’t have to walk at all. Today, however, I feel like crap. I was going to stay home from work, but 1) I’m supposed to be in a training class all week and 2) Rich and Gavin need their stupid footprint data. Grr. It’s not their fault I’m sick, but I wish I could have stayed home.
Anyway, I went to the class to at least pick up the textbook so I can learn the stuff on my own, and now I’m in my office to fix the footprint stuff, and then with any luck I can take some sick hours, go home and sleep.
The weekend was crazy and busy, which is probably why I’m now sick. Friday night I played soccer (we lost), then Saturday morning I was up early to get an oil change (my Xterra’s first — awwww) and then headed over to Gavin and Jen’s to visit the dogs. I was (sort of) taking care of them this weekend, but I did a really bad job of it because I was too freaking busy and not feeling good. But for the record, Gavin and Jen, I took them on two long walks.
Saturday afternoon I had another soccer game (we won), then quickly ran home to shower and head to the Astros game. It was a home run fest that the Astros won, and with the Giants loss, the stadium was rockin’ as the Astros took the wild card lead. Yesterday morning I ran the 10-miler, came home, showered, went over to Becca’s to take Roxy and Zoya on a walk, and ended up getting fed a great breakfast thanks to Cari, who was being all homemaker-ish despite me having woken her up at 10 a.m. Yay Cari.
Yesterday afternoon I went to the Astros game with Nacho and Jason, the final game of the regular season but not of the season itself, because they won and thus clinched the National League Wild Card. I’ve never heard the park as loud as it was during the 9th inning yesterday as Brad Lidge struck out the side. It was awesome.
