Friday, September 20, 2013
My allergies have been bothering me the past few days. Mostly, it's just heavy post-nasal drip. It's fall, and we have things that release pollen in the fall. So I checked the pollen report: zip. Nada. Nothin' to see here, folks.
This lack of pollen made me fear that I am allergic to Tuffy. I was allergic to Magic, but I kept him for 16 years. I'd keep Tuffy, despite allergies. I buy diphenhydramine in large bottles. It's my beautiful pink miracle.
I mentioned this fear to my legal assistant. As it turns out, her allergies have been bugging her the past few days, and today was especially bad. Another legal assistant reported the same. So I'm guessing it's not Tuffy (although I wouldn't put it past them to lie to me in the interest of seeing me keep Tuffy!).
I've taken plenty of drugs this morning. I'm still sneezy and a little dull around the edges. I have the deep fear I'm coming down with a cold. (Which would mean all three of us have come down with the same cold. That is not outside of the realm of the possible, though. My office seems to be an incubator for pathogens. One person gets sick, and it works its way through the entire office over the next 4-6 weeks.)
I have the afternoon off, so once I'm done with court I will head home. I think I'm going to indulge in a little Nyquil and lie on the futon and let the cats walk all over me. I was going to mow the lawn, but if it's allergies, mowing the lawn will just make it worse.
I'm still planning to go camping this weekend. I'll just bring along my arsenal of drugs and spend my time relaxing and napping. The boys can go play without me. So I won't be going for a swim or a run or a ride. Yep, I'm just going to relax.
So why does the thought of relaxing make me so panicky?
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday night, I debated riding home. Felt kinda ooky - headachy, slightly nauseous. Decided to just ride; I rarely regret riding my bike. It was a great ride: slight tail wind. I felt like I was flying!
My ride in to work yesterday morning was equally perfect, but for the bugs. The bugs are a consequence of the cooling weather in the fall (and the warming weather in the spring). I swallowed at least one. Mostly they just pelted me.
At some point during the day, I decided to do a brick workout. I'm working on the transition from the bike to the run as much as I am working on prepping my legs for it. I decided I would quickly switch shoes, swap out my bike jersey for a running top with a pocket in the back, and switch to a running cap. Good idea in theory. But that running top is very snug, and there was no easy way to get it onto my sweaty body. (Another reason to buy a tri suit!) So I ended up running in what I'd ridden in, with a pair of running shorts over my bibs.
The run went better than I'd expected. I'm currently running 1:30/walking 1:30. Every time - EVERY TIME - while I was running, I looked at my watch at the :42-:43 mark. I managed to run for 1:30 each time, but it was a struggle. I ended up running 1.23 miles in just under 14 minutes.
This morning's ride in was average: 14.1 mph. It was chilly this morning, so there were no bugs. My legs are tired, but I'm feeling pretty good overall. We're going camping this weekend. No cycling, no running. I may try to get in a swim, but the lake may be too cold. Or maybe I'll just relax and let my body heal!
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Well, that's not entirely true. Several people have offered to take him, but no one has called in response to my "Found Kitten" sign, and it appears no one reported him missing at the local shelter.
Spike, the 10 year old, does not like this new interloper. She's one of those cats that does not respond well to change - she's still not thrilled with Cheeto, the cat we adopted after Magic died last spring. Spike mostly just hisses at this indefatiguable ball of fluff. She tries to sniff at him, but if he notices, he views her proximity as an invitation to play. That doesn't end well.
Tuffy & Cheeto play & fight almost constantly. I have to believe Spike is happy Cheeto isn't bothering her anymore. Tuffy appears unconcerned Cheeto outweighs him by a 6:1 ratio. I guess he'll live up to the name "Tuffy"!
My legal assistant says Cheeto sounds like a gang member's moniker. Spike and Tuffy do not, unless you're talking about the gangs in West Side Story. Let's hope the Menacing Tabbys don't decide to claim certain turf, then declare war against the Kitchen-area Birman.
Monday, September 16, 2013
We've been adopted.
I arrived home last evening after being gone since Wednesday. Our cats (Spike, 10, and Cheeto, 1) were happy to see me. Well, so was the Hubs, but the cats were more demanding. I opened the garage door to start unloading the car. Within a few minutes, a kitten wandered in.
My guess is that he's about two months old. Certainly too young to be on his own. (Spike was a foundling who was rescued at about two months.) He looks like a Birman. OMG he is adorable! I walked him around the neighborhood, and no one I spoke with claimed him.
I put water and a towel out on the front porch. I was not about to let him take up residence in the house. Cheeto was very interested in the interloper on his front porch, so we let him out (with supervision).
And then the storm front came through. It was a severe thunderstorm, but with a haboob in front of it. I've seen dust storms before, but this is the first honest-to-goodness haboob I've seen. It was a wall of dust about 150-200' high that hit ferociously. We couldn't leave a tiny little kitten outside in that!
We decided he should sleep in the garage. I put food, water, the same towel, and a little litter box out in the garage. And then, after I'd gone to bed, the Hubs said "he doesn't really need to sleep in the garage." So Tuffy (named for the tufts of fur on his ears) spent the night inside, mostly in our bedroom.
I put a "Found Kitten" sign on the mail box closest to our house. I'm going to send an email to the animal shelter describing him. I will ask my vet to check him for a chip. I'd love to find the people he belongs to, but I won't mind too terribly if he stays with us. Spike is kind of an old lady now, and Cheeto is just over a year old. Cheeto could use an energetic playmate. Three cats is a lot for our 1000 sq. ft. house, but we have a fenced yard.
We saw him use the litter box last night - that's why I had no objection to him spending the night inside. Tuffy's small enough to hide under things so Cheeto can't get to him. And he fights back, so there's no telling what I'll find when I get home tonight!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
I had a good session in the pool last night. I was a little concerned, because the pool was right next to the area where the conference I am attended was holding it's get-together. I felt kind of awkward flailing about in the pool with my colleagues just yards away. But heck, every chance I get to get in some time in a pool, I need to take it. (As it turned out, no one noticed me.)
I'm struggling with the breathing while actually swimming a freestyle stroke. It occurred to me that because I am unaccustomed to swimming, my heart rate rises rapidly. I decided to just swim for a while. I did the backstroke for about fifteen minutes. I let the water wash over my face several times. I never freaked out or felt like I couldn't breathe. After that 15 minutes, I tried a few laps of freestyle. My form was a lot better. So I think I'm onto something: just swim. Get in that good shoulder/upper body workout. Work on freestyle later.
This morning, I went out for my planned walk/run. Because I don't have to make the Hubs breakfast, put on a suit, or drive to work, I had a lot more time this morning than I normally do. I'd mapped out a 3-mile route, and I mostly followed it. After my five-minute warm-up walk, I ran 1:30/walked 1:30, then walked the last ten or twelve minutes. I did the 3-mile route in about 40 minutes. That was enough to convince me that I can do a 5K. Feelin' pretty good about that!
After we adjourned for the day, I set off for a bike ride. The first part of the ride felt magical. I was zippin' through town on the highway. I kept looking at the flags to see if I had a hefty tailwind pushing me. I didn't. It just felt great.
My route was through town to the east side of the Wenatchee River, then ride along the Icicle Creek Road until the pavement ran out. That was a great plan ... until I started climbing. Sweet Jesus was I exhausted! I stopped a couple of times on relatively "easy" short climbs, and I generally do not stop on hills (even if I'm only able to go 4 or 5 mph). Finally, I told myself to just go another half mile. Just make it to eight miles, I said, and then you can turn around. It took a LOT to get me to keep going. My inner coach was barkin' "C'mon! You got this! Another third of mile! It's clickin' away! You can do it"
You see, normally, when I do this bargain with myself - another half mile, another ten minutes - it's enough to motivate me. I get to that goal and blow right through it. I just need the motivation to get through my whiny cry-baby moment and go back to be the amazing athlete that I know I can be.
Tonight, though, the second I saw the odometer click over to 8.00, I turned around. I was on a blind curve, and I trusted my ears that there was not a motor vehicle coming in the other direction. In all honesty, I was willing to risk get smacked by a truck coming around that corner at 50 mph if it meant I could stop climbing that stupid hill.
On the descent, I quickly realized I must have done some serious climbing because I hit 41.2 mph. On chip-seal (which means I probably would have hit 45-47 mph if it was asphalt). I felt pretty good by the time I made it back to the hotel. Wiped out, but good.
I'd planned to swim again in the morning, but the mean little man at the front desk told me the pool doesn't open until 8 a.m. (He really wasn't mean, but he told me something I didn't want to hear in an entirely too-pleasant voice.) My conference starts up at 8. We adjourn at noon, and I'm thinking of sneaking into the pool afterwards, even though I will have already checked out. I'm feeling so motivated, and so *awesome* right now, that I'd love to get in another pool workout while I have access to a pool.
I ate fried and super-salty things for dinner. After today's two workouts, I decided to treat myself. And it was wonderful!
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