Sunday 8/24
rest
So, as it turns out, last week’s move + yesterday’s ~18 miles takes a lot out of a person! I totally felt like I’d been hit by a truck today so no run for Dr. Trot today. Never mind that I’m not super stoked about the cold post-run shower that’d I’d get to enjoy…
Monday 8/25
rest
Yay! We got power and gas today! To celebrate these new-found luxaries, the run got skipped for unpacking and furniture moving alternatives. There were some key finds that will make the next few days go much more smoothly…
Tuesday 8/26
9.3 mi @ 9:14/mi
SOOOO….someone has been on very bad behavior over the last few days…
This someone began making the most horrific of growling noises shortly before we moved (great timing of course) — as if she was having an identity crisis and putting forth her very best efforts to masquerade as a Mac truck in San Francisco. She was doing such a good job that today we finally had to make a trip to the Union Line Garage today for a consult.
(P.S. These guys are AWESOME. They will give you a ride to/from work, pick up the car from work if that’s easier for you, give you a courtesey vehicle, etc… I suggested that they give massive, unjustified discounts to poor post-doc customers, but for some reason they weren’t super receptive to this idea. Strange, eh? This is honestly my one and only complatint though. They are seriously fantastic!)
Anyway, as it turns out, this (aforementioned) poor postdoc will be shelling out (a hell of a lot more than) a pretty penny for 1) a box of new precious metals and 2) a pair of new tail feathers in order to transform this tempermental beast back into the sweet purring Beetle that she’s supposed to be. (And to keep from single-handedly poluting the sweet NJ air at a rate comparable to the city of Newark, but never mind…)
Damn it.
Now as bad/frustrating/expensive/inconvenient as this little Beetle sized predicament is going to be, it all became SO MUCH WORSE when I got out of the car (dropped off back at work by a gentleman from the ULG…of course) and realized that I had left my cell phone (GPS on, eating up my data package at 100 mb/hr :-() hooked onto the dashboard of The Beetle at the garage!
DAMN IT!!
SOOOOO, today’s run was after work and it also doubled as a cell phone + courtesey vehicle retrival mission. Aside from being WAY pissed off about the whole situation, it was actually a rather nice run through country roads and rolling hills. One that I’ll have to keep in mind for future out-n-backs that need to be a bit longer and for when I get (even more) sick of runnign the same loops through town (and am 99.9% less fired up about shitty life issues.)
Wednesday 8/27
rest…
…and driving around in this beast of a NJ-soccer-mom-wannabe-Exxon-stockholder-wagon…
Thursday 8/28
5 mi @ who knows…per the more pressing issue of the week…
Today started out damn expensive for The Beetle mama. (See above.) As I pulled up to the ULG this morning the little parasite was waiting, good as new you can be for a 13 yr old Beetle. When I went in to sell my extra kidney pay the bill the other patrons waiting in the office had front row seats to the following theatrical performance…
ULG: So, she’s all ready to go!
Dr. T: grumble grumble grumble
ULG: We gave her a complementary wash and wax, inflated her tires and included a complementary 36 month warantee + roadside assistance package — just call this phone number if you ever have any trouble and we’ll take care of them for you. Oh, and we left some breath mints in the car.
Dr. T: Thank you and thank you and wow, that’s actually quite nice, and excuse me?!?!
ULG: hehehe
Dr. T: Actually, did you vaccume her too? She could really use a good vaccuming, if you didn’t notice…
ULG: Honey. It’s vaccuming that thing is going to take at least another few $xxxx repairs!
Dr. T: 😮
ULG: And your antenna is broken.
Dr. T: 😮 😮
ULG: Have a great day!!
Friday 8/29
8.5 mi @ 9:30ish/mi
A warm afternoon run that, all things considered, felt pretty good.
Saturday 8/30
rest
Total: 22.8 miles
Not great. Nope, not at all. It’s been a rough week though. From more ends than I care to think about. So, better luck next week Dr. Trot, better luck next week.