Ever Have One of Those Days?

This is not my picture, but it may as well be. Last night I made a delicious salmon for dinner, but while getting it out of the oven, a splatter hit my hand. That small spot of burning made me drop the pan, which slid off the rack onto the oven door, then off the door and upside-down onto the floor. I stood there with my mouth hanging open in horror while this all happened in slow-motion, yet too fast to stop. I listened to the fish sizzling on the floor as I waited to see if Brian would come rushing down the stairs to my rescue (he did not) and held in the tears as I scooped up the hot food, and threw it in the garbage. I hate dropping/spilling food on the floor. It makes me cry pretty much any time, even if was just an easily replaced item like salad dressing. Something about a mess that splatters is too much for me to bare.

In this case, although I did not cry, I had to come up with a new dinner with about 2 minutes to do it in, as we had places to be after dinner. *Sigh* Sometimes life just gives you 'one of those days.'

We Did It!

This is me as I neared the finish line (in white shirt in the background) See that smile? This is me 2 seconds later about to throw up This is me trying to fake a smile as I convince myself that I don’t need to throw up. This is me just before I was handed my “Pear Blossom” courtesy towel, which I immediately threw up into. Yeah, I’m awesome like that.

Somehow, despite that embarrassing finish (which no one even noticed), I had a great time! Us 5 sisters plus Brian decided back in January to run a 5K at the Pear Blossom festival in Medford (S. Oregon). Some us us sisters trained better than others. Brian and I fell into the “others” category, unfortunately. We just really fell off the wagon in mid-late February when all of us Stevensons took turns being sick continuously through last weekend. Still, we were committed to try.

We found Mom – the kid watcher, and my nieces and nephews on the side-line just seconds before the race started, so we were literally in the VERY back to start off. From the get-go, Brian zoomed off ahead of me, and I got ahead of Shannon (whose preggo and had to take it easier.) My other 3 sisters were up ahead-having arrived in a timely fashion- but they all split up at some point too.

I felt pretty good as I jogged and walked off and on the whole time. I was really proud of myself for jogging at LEAST as often as, if not more than, I walked. I was definitely motivated to try to catch up with Brian, plus there was a big turn around where the runners passed each other, and I didn’t want to be caught walking when I passed any of my family. I definitely did well for me.

That being said, the adrenaline wore off and my body is QUITE angry at me. Yesterday, being the day after the race, I was sore everywhere. Brian said that he hasn’t been this sore since after his seizure back in 1999, and in my case, not since after I gave birth to Brennan. In many ways, this sore was worse though because it wasn’t in a few isolated areas. I pulled or strained a muscle in my back thru my chest that made it impossible to breath all the way. Last night I almost begged Brian to take me to the ER because I felt like I was suffocating, unable to breathe all the way. The rest of my body hurt just a much… it was BAD.

Today, I think I am less sore, but it’s been hidden behind flu symptoms, including fever, body chills/overly hot, and of course, body aches. Are you KIDDING me? I really think it’s a result of the stress I put myself through, emotionally and physically, with this race.

Despite it all, Brian and I have plans to do another 5k this fall in Corvallis. We’ll definitely be training better though.