Originally Posted by Nickarolaberry
I don't know if he has narcissistic personality disorder, but I do know he has an ego disorder...as in, it's bigger than his actual brain sometimes.
That. Is. Awesome.
tjsmama--Your complaints sound perfectly rational and I hope the talk brings some changes. Also, yay for finally getting that helmet back!
JayGee--congrats on the fundraiser. Sounds exhausting but good.
As an aside, I was so excited to find that I could actually read JayGee's German without a dictionary (bec's, not so much but oh well). I only took a semester plus a summer translation class (for those graduate translation requirements: my program required two. The joy!), though I wish I spoke it better. One day. I think it's a much easier language for me than French was.
Shanti--I speak French, sort of. DH and I use it when we want to communicate without DD1 (and soon, DD2) understanding what we're talking about. I've forgotten a fair amount though, so that's a considerable about of Franglaise thrown in. :oops
That's an awesome time.
bec--your Hot Chocolate 15K sounds so yummy.
zub--I would do the D&C in a heartbeat once I received that news. Don't put yourself through any more HG when there's no point. Plus, as soon as the HG stops you'll be able to get out and walk and that will help with the spiritual and emotional aspect of healing, at least.
kerc--yay for such a great dinner party, and happy birthday to Erin! DD1 is mostly into princesses. I've been kind of afraid to push toward fairies....
RR: Ooo, I almost forgot I have an actual race report. I ran the Home for the Holidays 5K with R yesterday. It was the race that almost didn't happen. My plan had been to be out the door around 7:50 or by 8 at the very latest because I wasn't sure how hard it would be to find parking and walk to the start line. Well, at 7:45, R finishes breakfast, walks to the bathroom to brush teeth, looks at me and says, "I think I caught J's stomach bug." I go running to grab the puke bowl (it's actual multiuse, but that's its most common use) and tell her to throw up in the toilet if she needs to. By the time I get back, she's throwing up on the rug.
Have I mentioned that she'll be 7 next month? Seriously, how hard is it to throw up in the toilet? So I clean up all of that and figure we're not going to the race after all. Then R says she feels better and maybe she can run. Maybe she was just nervous. So we all talk about it for a bit (my biggest concern was what would happen if she needed to throw up in the car, given that I had to hold the bowl under her because she was content to just throw up on the rug), and finally decide we'll go after all.
Now it's 8:15 though, and I'm terrified we aren't going to make it on time. It didn't help that I asked my husband, who used to work near the race location, how long it would take and he told me 45 minutes. It only took 30 though, so we had just enough time to park, walk to the start line and use the bathroom before we took off. We started out slow, and after a tenth of a mile, R wanted a walk break. That was pretty much the pattern for the entire race: run a tenth, walk a tenth. I think it might have been the most painful race I've ever done, not least because it was just painful to run slowly and walk even more slowly. (Our finish time was just under 48 minutes for a 5K, so we were only running at a 12-minute pace and walking around a 20-minute one. The running was ok, but I hate walking slow.) Also, slow walkers were passing us and um, I also hate being passed by lots of people.
Anyhoo, I managed to get over myself, mostly by remember that I wanted R to have fun so we could do this again sometime. Finally, we reached the home stretch and I got her to pick up the pace by pointing out that oh no, she might beat me!
So she did and she then spent the next 10 minutes (and rest of the day) gloating about how she beat me even though she hadn't been training. She is really proud of herself, so mission accomplished.
Today was 3 with the stroller to the library so R could get books for her research project (and J tagged aong) and then I did 5 in the dark after we got back. With any luck, I'm going to try to find some Nightlife or other reflective clothing tomorrow. I'd forgotten that my favorite running fleece is dark grey.