It was one of those weeks.
I have been kinda grunged or sick of something. Work has been crazy stressful. And then I went to get an echo.
It’s weird going from Scottsdale to Corpus when it comes to medical care. From the major league to AAA. I went in with some trepidation.
If you’ve ever had an echo you know the drill. You lie there with the slime from “Ghostbusters” smeared all over you while they slide a gizmo around on your chest and frown. Nothing is ever said. You have no idea what they’re seeing.
Until this week. The guy doing my test was training a med student and they asked if she could work out on me. I figured what the hey.
So there they were, discussing what they saw.
But then everything was fine considering I have a transplanted baboon heart, which greatly impressed them. The guy was super smart and said everything looked fine, which was probably illegal but good to hear. If this is AAA, it’s good enough for my AA body.
I wanted to ask if my heart is so fine, why can’t I get under 13 minutes for a mile. But I guess baboons just weren’t meant for distance running.
So when today finally arrived I really needed to run. We skipped church (sorry, Hazel) and I went to the track.
The best thing about Mo and I both feeling blah is that I can say things like “I’m going to the track” and not get the look.
I love this track. It’s an old, lumpy cinder, like they used to make before the metric system and “stay the hell off our track” signs and things got complicated.
Soundgarden came along and we did a lovely three miles. I guess runs shouldn’t be described as lovely, but I’m sickly and haven’t run in a long time. Trust me, it was lovely.
The rain has left the track muddy, so it’s that childhood joy of leaving your footprints. It was great.
I used to wonder why the cat would stare at me. I think I know now. As a kitten she chased her tail endlessly. She eventually figured it out. I’m pretty sure she’ s wondering why I haven’t done the same.
But that’s OK. All that other stuff is left behind for a glorious 39 minutes of my life. I’ve got a muddy track. Just a run in the dirt. Life is good.