I think I’ll remember my own LIFE

This weekend was definitely interesting. Friday night was enjoyable (how could it be anything but).  I actually CANNOT remember where we went.  I just know it involved food and beer (however, I swear there was not enough beer consumed to explain me not remembering it).  Apparently my memory is just a bit shoddy.  Saturday invovled waking up at the butt crack of dawn (not really…it was like 7:30) and driving out to the West End to get my car inspected (stupid state inspections) since it’s due by the end of this week. When I got to the dealer, there was this lady in the waiting room that should have been in a freaking hospital…NOT at the car dealer. 

She and her husband were there.  The lady was wrapped up in a blanket like it was a shroud, moaning and shivering.  Like she was on her death bed. 

I am SUCH a germ-o-phobe.  I get SO angry when sick people go out and bring their sick germs everywhere.  (I’m not talking about a cold or something lame like that…but when you’re really sick…STAY HOME!).  Seriously, she sounded like she was dying of the plague or something.  I had brough a coffee in with me, but she got within a foot of it, and I refused to drink it in case she had breathed on it.  I felt like I was attempting to hold my breath for the 30-40 minutes I was in the waiting room.

Seriously.  If your husband is there…why do you need to be there as well???????  Argh. 

When I got to my car I slathered the anti-bacterial hand gel all over my hands (which I know doesn’t really do anything…but it’s a psychosomatic thing). 

Ok rant over.

After I left the dealer I went home, put on my clothes and went for my 10 mile walk/run.  Which took FOREVER…but whatever.  I did it.  It’s done.  And makes me feel that I should at least be able to FINISH the half marathon this Sunday.  We’ll see how the knee feels

I was supposed to be in South Carolina today meeting a vendor…but…I was driving there yesterday and I’m about half way there and I get a call from the vendor cancelling the meeting.  Blah!  So I turned around and drove back to VA.  Lovely 8 hours of driving for nothing.  I get home, and I’m watching TV…and I remember at like 10:30…I was supposed to do my fantasy football draft that night.  ARGH. 

Yeah…missed that one. 

And my auto-draft?  Pretty shitty.  This should be an interesting season. 

Anyways, I’m getting super nervous for this weekend.  Stupid pre-race jitters.  All I know is that at least I won’t be dead last (I have plans to knock K and Figgs over at the finish line if that’s what it takes to beat them). 

At least this week is a taper week…so I won’t be freaking myself out over bad longer runs.  Right?