Running On The Inside
February 23, 2006
I really had no idea that people felt so strongly about the name of my blog. To everyone who emailed me venting their disappointment, I say, “I’m sorry. But change is good. Embrace the change. And um, I love you too, even though you frighten me a little.”
Also, the rate I do things it will be a long, L-O-N-G time before anything changes.
Moving on. Yesterday I had another root canal, where I told my endodontist he really should throw this one in for free considering all the work I had given him over the course of the past year. Afterward, he told me not to engage in any aerobic activity or lift anything heavy for the day. He said it would make it hurt more. But did I listen? Did I?
Of course not. Because I was still numb and not feeling anything. And I have a little black dress to wear next month. Also, why would it make it hurt more? I’m tough. I can handle it.
But then after running my jaw began to hurt. It could just be a co incidence, the timing of running and the novacaine wearing off. For me, however, it is just another check mark in the column of why I hate exercise. It still hurts this morning. Today I’ll just be running on the inside. I wonder how effective that will be?
Not to be deterred by my relentless teasing, Rob made up a spreadsheet for the grocery store. Some of the things on the spreadsheet made me laugh, like frozen fish fillets, tartar sauce, and dry gravy… I don’t think I have EVER bought those things. I opened my email on Tuesday afternoon to find this along with the request that I add the items we need to the list:
Rob went to the grocery store that night and drew a schematic of the store, with the aisles and food items listed in the aisle where they would be found, in the order that he walks through the store. I thought he was going to have to spend the night there it took so long.
He is finishing up working on it and is then going to print it off and hang it on the refrigerator. Which seems great, in theory. But given the way that things get ruined or disappear in this house, coupled with my laziness, I don’t think it will be long before the grocery list is scribbled with crayon on the back of a random used envelope.
I know it pains my husband that I can’t be as anal retentive as he is. Maybe I’ll change. Change is good, right?
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