Sunday, August 11, 2019

Crossroads

oh, my heart

Did a 5K yesterday. 91 degrees, 91 percent humidity. Ending up speed walking it because I’m not used to being on pavement. (That treadmill was either the best idea or the worst… I think, after yesterday, it might be the worst. I can’t do roads.)

Ended up 15 seconds slower than my personal IRL best, so I guess I can’t complain. Didn’t come in dead last, either, so I guess that’s something.

My medal rack is filling up. Even if the majority of those medals are from virtual races.

Of course, I’m still cranky that some one said I was “virtually” running the Random Tuesday races.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over that.

 

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I’m getting a part-time job and hoping that helps me change some things in my life.

The sooner we pay this house off, the sooner we’re moving back to New England. (Well, I’m moving, at least. We’ll see what he decides. LOL) I’ve got us on a ten year plan that seems to be working, but with this job? We can do it in seven. That’s not bad with a 30 year mortgage. Of course, we’ve already been in the house a year, so… it’s more like an eight year plan, I guess.

At the very least, the side hustle will pay for race registrations.

At the moment, I’ve got the Palm Beach 5K and Half in December, the Disney half in January, the Rival Run Weekend in April and the Dopey in 2021 planned. I want to fit in the Sunrise and Miami Half Marathons as well. They’re expensive and I don’t have a cheering section at the moment, so who knows. It’s lonely crossing a finish line with no one at the end to cheer you (specifically) on. I hate the idea of doing a half locally and not having anyone there. There’s always crowds of Random Tuesday folks at Disney, so that should be OK.

 

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Shit hit the fan at work on Thursday. I took Friday off and spent the day soul searching and fighting a migraine.

Definitely not something I’d do again, seeing how all that thinking made the headache worse.

But, the decision’s been made and now it’s up to someone else to decide what happens.

If they want to continue to run a department where tempers flare ALL THE TIME then they can. I won’t be a part of it.

If they want to run a department that’s pleasant and where work actually gets done, I’ll stay.

I’m tired of getting in the middle of shit because I’m the one everyone vents to.

In the meantime, I’m going to hang out with my imaginary friends and control their lives… whether that’s the Sims or via fanfic, I have no idea, but living in a fictional world seems like a better idea than living in the real one today.

Posted by Matty on 08/11 at 11:56 AM
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