So I had surgery today.
See, I've had these stupid lumps on my head forever...but they were getting bigger, so I had to have them removed. Not really a big deal, but still scary for me who has total "white coat" syndrome. Do you know how much fun it is to listen to the sound of incisions being made in your head, and then feeling the sewing of the BRIGHT BLUE stitches in your scalp?
Let me give you a hint. It's about as much fun as it was when I was awake and had to listen to the sound of my wisdom teeth being yanked out of my head. SQUISHHHHHHHHHHH.
In other words...FANTASTIC!
All kidding aside, it's over now and I'm lucky that nothing is serious. On a comical note, as I was in the recovery room, the nurse said to me, "Well, you must be a swimmer or runner or something." I replied that I was kind of all of the above (although swimming is questionable these days, until someone installs a pool in my basement), to which he replied that my heart rate never rose above 49 during the procedure and my oxygen was "at 100%. the whole time." Whatever that means. I know it's good, though, so that's pretty cool.
Training has been going well. I did a nice hour fartlek run on the dreadmill last night while watching Lost and The Office with Matt. Today I'm off, and tomorrow I probably will be, too, since I can't wash my hair until late tomorrow. I look pretty hawt right now, too. So I'm hoping to squeeze in a 12 mile run at :30 above race pace (so I'm looking at 8:30s) on Sunday evening. I think I'm going to have to dreadmill that, too, just so I'm not far from home in case anything should go wrong with the blue highlights. I'd rather do it on my own outside to practice pacing, but I gotta do what I gotta do. No sense being 4 miles from home with a bloody head, you know? The doc said I'd be fine to run this weekend, but I would just feel better near my house.
(Call me a pansy if you must.)
I'm getting psyched for the race. For several reasons, this may be my last aggressive goal for a little while. If you know me, then you know why. So I'm really looking forward to pushing it extra hard. Blowups be damned. "Well-behaved women seldom make history," no?
For now, I'm off to start a new trend...I hear blue plastic highlights are SO 2009.