1. I have a pretty major announcement to make. I realize this might be a bit of a snap judgement and does go against a lot of what I previously believed to be true about whether or not love at first sight was possible, but I really, truly think I may have found The One.
Oh. Wait. Were you expecting something different? Well, this is embarrassing…
Truth be told, we’ve only really been out once together, and we didn’t even make it out of my building — just to the treadmill (the horror!). But I really think this could be the start of something beautiful. I spent some time at Fleet Feet on Saturday, and though I still hate that I had to cheat on my precious New Balance 890s, these Mizuno Wave Rider 16s just felt a lot better than the 890s. I tried on the 890s v3, but they still have that weird forefoot cushioning that I’m super skeptical about. I’ve been running in Rider 16s that were half a size too small for a bit without any trouble (which is so strange to me, since the Rider 15s gave me a world of trouble), but these beauties are my size and feel even better than the other 16s I’ve been in.
Also, they’re pretty. Which really normally is not my thing when it comes to running shoes because I’m too serious to be concerned with such fluff…but I kind of get giddy every time I see them in my closet because they’re so darn beautiful.
2. In other news, I recently sustained my first dance injury. In class this week, we were working on crab walking, which, unfortunately in breakdance, is not done like this:
But rather is done like this:
So while I was ineptly flailing around the room in an attempt to look like I’m capable of breakdancing (hahaha good joke, Bethany), I fell off my hands wrong and hyperextended my thumb in the process. SUPER sad day. But even more SUPER DUPER PAINFUL day. Because that shiz hurts.
So now I’m popping ibuprofen and icing like it’s my job in an effort to make the swelling go down. I consulted my medically minded friends on Facebook and they all told me there’s no need to be seriously concerned at this point, though if it doesn’t get better I should go get it checked out. Hopefully that won’t have to happen.
In the mean time, I’ve been working on my ambidexterity, learning how to eat and write with my left hand since my right hand is basically useless without a thumb. It…could be going better.
Fortunately, my teacher took my injury seriously and had us work on shoulder freezes for the rest of class instead. Since my thumb hurt so badly, I barely even noticed that I was developing quite the bruise on my shoulder from continuously throwing myself on the floor!
This class will be the death of me.
And just in case it’s not, I recently registered for the next session of the class at the prompting of the friend who conned me into taking this class in the first place. Gotta do something to keep the ol’ ego in check, and goodness knows nothing is quite as effective at that as my pathetic attempts at breakdancing.
3. I’ve blogged about this once before, but I have recently become even more convinced than I was that the CTA has hired ex-KGB spies to trail me and plan their schedules around mine. Or, more specifically, in contrast to mine.
Exhibit A: a few weeks ago, I had to walk .8 miles home in -15 degree wind chills AFTER waiting 20+ minutes for the bus, which never came despite the fact that it was headed in the direction of peak traffic on a major road during rush hour.
Exhibit A.2: that same day, I had the option of walking an additional half mile or waiting 30 MINUTES for the bus. Despite the bone-chilling cold, I walked and got to my destination at the same time as the bus.
Exhibit B: The following day, I waited 30+ minutes for the L on an outside platform in, once again, similar weather conditions. I also watched seven separate trains head in the opposite direction during this time. That was fun.
Exhibit C: On Sunday, I pulled up a bus tracker to see when I could expect my bus to arrive to take me to church. The bus thought it’d be cool to arrive about two minutes before the bus tracker told me it would, and the next bus wouldn’t arrive for another 20 minutes. I walked 1.5 miles in the rain to church instead.
I get that the CTA doesn’t revolve around me and my life, but I’m so frustrated that all of these crap-tastic service issues started popping up two days after I began paying $14 more per month for my monthly pass. Paying more + less service = angry Bethany.
Don’t even get me started on how much I’m dreading the Brown/Purple Line headache that’s coming later this year.
Have you ever strained/sprained/hyperextended something? Wrist, ankle, foot, thumb…I should really just wrap all my joints in tape before participating in any physical activity.
Public transportation horror stories?
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