Believe it or not, I do actually have a life outside of running, and I do discuss non-running things from time to time.
Return to Reality is Tough
I really needed Thanksgiving Break, because I was terribly exhausted. I turned off my 4:45 AM alarm for the entire week and slept until 6:00-6:30 most days. I know that sounds early to regular people, but by the end of the week, I felt like a slug!
I didn’t get much accomplished during Thanksgiving break, but my body and mind relished the much-needed break. I was able to run whenever my heart desired. I even had time to add a little weight training to my routine (thanks to my hubby for getting the equipment set up!).
I think everyone can relate when I say that I was NOT ready to go back to work/reality/hectic schedule on Monday morning. I was SO unprepared that I got myself ready Monday morning, gathered my things, hopped into my car and headed out to stop at my mom’s house to pick up Alli for school. (Alli spends the night with my mom about half the time. I let her, because I know how much it means both of them. Plus, I want her to spend as much time with my mom as she wants because, well, my mom is almost 82 years old!) Long story short…..I forgot that Alli was at HOME! I had to rush back home, wake her up and tell her to hurry and get ready! Alli and Memo have both enjoyed my mix-up far too much this week!!
Journey Home from the Land of Thai
Taylor started making her way home from Thailand on Sunday. It was actually Monday in Thailand, but that area of the world is a half-day ahead of Texas folk. The time difference kept me utterly confused.
There are no direct flights from Thailand to DFW, so Taylor’s route back was Bangkok to Tokyo. Switch AIRPORTS in Tokyo, then fly to Chicago, then DFW.
The trip to Thailand was such a breeze, all of us should have expected something to happen. All seemed well, until Taylor arrived in Tokyo. She had a several-hour layover, during which required the airport switch, so I wasn’t expecting to hear from her often. When she actually called me, I knew something was off. I answered the phone to Taylor saying, “Mom, I have a little ‘situation’, but don’t worry….it’s all handled.” Then Taylor explained that she had somehow LOST her passport. She told me that she had already called the Embassy and that they would issue an emergency passport, but it would require actually going to the Embassy. This was going to cause her to miss her connecting flight back to the states. Since she is the cheapest, most frugal person alive, she bought the cheapest tickets she could find so this mishap caused her to spend more money as her flight was not refundable nor could it be changed.
Ultimately, she did get her emergency passport and after shelling out quite a bit of money on the return flight home, this little “hiccup” delayed her return by about 24 hours. I was uneasy about the passport situation, but not worried – as much as Taylor has travelled, I rarely “worry”. That is, until Taylor actually got on the flight from Tokyo to Shanghai. As the flight was boarding, she messaged me to tell me it was late (so much so that she was afraid it might be cancelled). I used a flight tracking app, but the flight never took off (on the app anyway). Rationally, I knew that if the flight was still on the ground, she would have let me know. As the time passed, I became more and more anxious, so I turned to a dear ref friend for help. My friend, Price, works at DFW, so I asked him to check his sources for the flight. I was so relieved when he told me it was actually in the air with an hour of flight time left! He even tracked it until landing and let me know when the plane was reported on the ground.
The plane landed around 10:30 PM Texas time on Monday evening. I finally went to bed, but didn’t sleep much because I woke up to check my phone so often. I didn’t hear from Taylor all night. For the first time, I actually became worried! Rationally, I knew that things were probably OK. I knew her iMessage wasn’t working and that if she couldn’t find free Wi-Fi, that she wouldn’t pay for wireless access. I was so relieved and surprised to hear from her around 6 AM Tuesday morning – she was on the flight HOME and she had sprung for Wi-Fi! She FINALLY landed in Dallas just before 6 PM. When she made contact on the flight home, I didn’t think I could be any more relieved. Actually, I was MUCH more relieved when I knew that she was safely back on Texas soil!
In all seriousness, Taylor is amazing. She is so brave to travel alone, and she keeps such a cool head when scary situations arise. I am so proud of her, scatterbrain and all!
UPDATE: Taylor came home before I actually posted this and shared her Tokyo experience. She said outside the airport NO ONE speaks English and nothing is in English. The airport was helpful in giving her a map (in English) and which busses/trains to take, but she couldn’t figure it out because everything outside the airport was in Japanese! She found a Starbucks, then happened upon a British guy who was kind enough to walk her to the Embassy. After the Embassy, on her way to find her hotel, she realized that she didn’t have her suitcase and that she had left it in Starbucks! So she had to backtrack and was lucky enough to find the Starbucks (for the second time). I am so thankful that she was able to keep her wits about her and especially thankful for the Brit who helped her find the Embassy, but I am most thankful that she is HOME!
I can’t help but talk about running, or things related to running
About 2 weeks ago, the cat caused a dish to break in the kitchen. I “thought” I swept up all the pieces of glass, but the very next morning I stepped on a little sliver. Of course, I was running on NO coffee at that point, so my brain was a little foggy. In my lack-of-coffee-induced-brain-fog, I quickly pulled it out with my fingernails. Errrrr, I pulled half of it out. Glass. Stuck in my foot. During marathon training. After those initial thoughts faded, I decided that the location would be a the best case scenario. It was just at the base of my 4th toe. Five minutes after all this happened, I completely forgot about it.
Fast forward about 10 days after my long run on the treadmill on Sunday….
In the hours after the run, my foot was really sore. Of course, being a person who NEVER jumps to conclusions (I’m not a hypochondriac runner AT ALL, EVER), I just assumed that my foot was imploding. Later on that evening, I decided to throw some Kinesio Tape on it, to see if I could bring some relief to the area. It worked for a couple of days, then I noticed it again after my track session on Tuesday. Naturally, this time I began to PANIC. I seriously thought my foot was collapsing.
Luckily, a cooler head prevailed and I began rubbing around my foot to see if I could figure out exactly where the problem was. That’s when I noticed a bump on my foot. When I looked at the bump on my foot, it all came flooding back – I HAD GLASS IN MY FOOT!
I did minor surgery on my foot, fished the teeny-tiny piece of glass out and now my foot feels great!
And now, off for shopping, running and cleaning the house!
Happy Saturday, everyone!!
8 DAYS UNTIL DALLAS! <gasp>