I felt surprisingly good this morning, except for some stomach
trouble. Two of my daughters had upset stomachs last night, too. It
must have been Dad's cooking. My 16-year old daughter has been doing
the cooking (and a great job) since Karen left last Tuesday, but they
asked me to make Tortilla Espanola (Spanish potato omelet) yesterday. I
learned to make it while serving my LDS mission in Spain. It's one of
the few meals that everyone in the family loves. My two adult children
not living at home came for dinner yesterday, even without Mom there.
The omelets tasted great, and the others didn't get sick, so maybe it
was something else. At any rate, I decided to stay close to home
(and the toilet) just in case, so I just ran the 1/2 mile loop around
the block in front of my house. I was just taking it easy at about a
9:00 pace and pondering. After a few miles I kept thinking about how I
don't get to walk my dog after the morning runs now because of school
schedules, and I started feeling bad about that. I also kept feeling
bad about not selling Brittany Oriental Ave when we were all playing
Monopoly last night. She had earlier sold me some properties I needed
(that eventually won the game for me), but I kept demanding $1000 for
Oriental Ave because I knew how badly she needed it. I was wrong. When
I realized that all this guilt had slowed me to about a 9:30 pace, I
cut the run short and stopped to get my dog. She and I ran one 1/2 mile
loop together then I walked another with her so she could get her
sniffing in. I then went in and apologized to Brittany. She was a
little surprised and said it was no big deal. Maybe it wasn't to her,
but it was to me. I had let my desire to win trump my love for my
daughter. I could have let her into the game and made it more fun for
everyone. Instead I let her basically sit and watch from the sidelines.
Bad Dad.
Sorry for the rambling, but it is my blog...it's good therapy
for me...it did affect my run this morning...and nobody's forcing you
to read it. :) I guess I should mention some pain I'm feeling in
my left foot. Even though I felt fine all weekend after the race, and
during the run and dog walking this morning, at some point after that
my left foot started hurting near my ankle. It kind of comes and goes,
but when it comes it's pretty painful. I decided to skip the noon run
today. I'll have to keep on eye on it. |