Living It Up Over Here

While you studs are all out doing long runs, running races, and making your PRs you are missing out on the joys of living in stress-fracture-land. Like, for example, I bet you didn't do your shopping at Target like this yesterday (if you look closely it appears I am trying to shoplift the pumpkin spice Hershey's kisses as they are inside my green purse. These things are so good that if I thought I could get away with it I would steal them, but in this case it wasn't intentional):

No I am not drunk. And yes, this is a terrible picture of me. Fluorescent lighting doesn't do me any favors. Neither does not running or moving for two weeks. I was, however, cracking myself up. Driving around on the electric cart like I owned the place. Running into displays as I tried to navigate through the narrow aisles of the boys' department. At one point I drove into a rack of belts causing several to fall to the ground. The cart was kind of stuck in the gaggle of belts (I know it's a gaggle of geese, but not sure what you call a group of belts). I put the cart into reverse to unstuck myself. It makes that lovely "BEEP BEEP BEEP" sound like I'm in a huge dump truck coming in to drop a load. I got lots of nice looks. People wondering what this skinny ass girl was doing on the electric cart (usually at my Target it is the morbidly obese driving these things and I couldn't help but wonder what types of people had graced the seat I was sitting on. You know there were some ginormous farts laid on that vinyl. There is a 350 pound weight limit, however).

Finally a red and khaki clothed Target employee asked me if I needed help finding something.

Red/Khaki: "Can I help you find something?"

Me: "No, but could you do me a favor?"

Red/Khaki: "Sure."

Me: "Could you take my picture on this thing? I want to send it to my husband." (really, I wanted it for the blog but didn't want to get into that).

Red/Khaki, laughing: "Sure. Where is your husband? Iraq?"

Me: "Oh, no. He's just at work."

Red/Khaki, taking the picture: "Oh this is great fun. Much better than dealing with unhappy people."

Me: "Great. Glad I could add some fun to your day."

On a different note, it will be two weeks tomorrow since my world fell apart and I was diagnosed with the stress fracture of the cuboid bone. Since then I have tried to stay off of the foot, using crutches and the boot. I have cheated around the house, hobbling around to get the kids their damn waffles and to let my three-legged dog out. Tomorrow I go back to the doc to see how my healing has progressed. Fingers crossed that he will give me the okay to ditch the crutches (woo hoo, bonfire and beer at my house tomorrow) and to get on the bike or elliptical. Or to do something.

Denver is calling for snow tomorrow, so that makes me miss running slightly less, but I will tell you I have SO missed my friend, running. She keeps me sane, keeps me balanced, doesn't let my butt get too big, allows me to wear fun dresses and skirts, gives me time to think and to solve the world's problems, and allows me much needed "me" time away from family, work, home. Who could ask for more in a friend?

Stay tuned for the doc's report.

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