I knew this week would be crazy. I knew I’d be exhausted. I knew I wouldn’t want to run.
I’m driving 2-4 hours a day to take Jones to and from camp.
Meanwhile, I’m trying to finalize my decision on a new car. (I’ve narrowed it to a Toyota Prius or a Kia Forte. Just need Beer Geek to sit in each at this point.)
I have a job. I know, I forget sometimes too.
Needless to say, I was feeling a little ragged earlier in the week.
But I got a phone message on Wednesday that forced me to run:
“MCM Mama, this is your neighbor, there are firemen going in and out of your house...”
As you might imagine, I flipped out. I’m not at home and Beer Geek was at work. I spent the next hour calling around to the fire department and desperately trying to get in touch with my husband.
Long story short, a fire started in my son’s room, the maids arrived to a houseful of smoke, called the fire department, and they came in and chopped a hole from his room through to the dining room.
I am thankful that no one (including the gecko) was injured. I am thankful my maids happened to be scheduled that day. I am thankful they acted so quickly. I am thankful that the fire department got their quickly and the only damage is the hole. I am thankful that Beer Geek was able to go home and clean everything up and air out the house.
I am just so thankful that it wasn’t worse than it was.
But I’m not there and my anxiety level was through the roof.
So, I ran. I ran harder than I have in a while. And when I was done, I could think about the whole thing without feeling like I was going to throw up. So, yes, I’m also thankful for running.