Today marks 73 days of no running.
I'd like to thank the 24 of you who sent me positive comments on my 'quitting my job to work for myself' post. WOW! I was overwhelmed. That is amazing. Blogging is a beautiful thing!
A recent Chinese food restaurant fortune cookie said the following: Your present plans are going to succeed. Well that was good to hear! I have not exactly been living a life of "vacation" luxury. I have had 4 days off work so far. I actually had to go into work one of those days, just for a few hours, to get the project I get to do on contract for my previous boss all ready to be submitted to the city for a zoning variance. The rest of the time has been spent talking to people about future work (which has been very positive!) and going all over creation photographing previous projects for my forthcoming website. Yesterday, for example, I drove over 500 miles around the state photographing 5 projects. On Monday I photographed 2 around here. On Tuesday I attended a lecture and then photographed 4 more in Little Rock. When does the boring part begin?
And this morning at the gym I nearly passed out for time number 2. All is well. I was doing high reps of a tough exercise (squats with a balance ball behind my back, backed up against the wall). That "old familiar feeling" of nausea came over me and it got a bit darker for just a split second. I stopped immediately and sat on the ball (unlike last time when I was clueless about what was happening). Then Tonya made me go and sit on the bench by the water fountain (after water). Then she flew to get a bottle of water and a wet towel. I thought I'd barf! But no. Lying on the bench for a few seconds made me a new woman. It was quick and painless. It seems that this may happen every 3 months. Hmm... Chasen didn't flip like last time. This is old hat! Ha. Not really. But all is well and I am 100%.
The Simply Stu Triathlon is this weekend and I feel very, very unprepared. I can at least do 1 sport -- cycling. I'll have to figure out a swimming plan quickly!