I woke up this morning to this tidbit from my husband: "Morning hon, Scooter had diarrhea. I cleaned up most of it in the entry way, but it's all over the guest bed's sheets, pillows, and comforter. Do you want me to take care of it?"
"No," I told him, "Don't be late for work. I'll get it." So, when I got up, there was a poo-covered guest bed to tend to. Poor Scooter. His tummy has been upset since Sunday morning when we were awakened by his retching in the corner of the bedroom (why is that dogs always puke either in the middle of the night or at like 5 am?), and the upset must've continued into the day and night -- we suspect the butt-explosion must've happened in the middle of the night. I sympathize; I know how it is when you've gotta go but there's nowhere to go. At least all the sheets and the comforter are washable -- I did, however, throw out 2 pillows.
So, that was not a great start to the day. Then, school was incredibly busy -- stacks of papers to get through, students dropping by, emails to answer, etc. When I left, I still brought home tons with me (I have two stacks of stuff I should try and plow through this evening): this is the consequence of shoving all that work aside during the weekend. Oh well, Saturday and Sunday were nice.
After school, I had just one more errand: I had to go by David's Bridal and get fitted for a bridesmaid dress. The wedding isn't until March, but this bride is ready, so the rest of the party has already selected their dresses and I'm the last to get in there. I arrived at the place around 5, and once the lady determined that I was a bridesmaid, not the bride, this was her attitude: there are the dresses, when you want to try one on, there are the fitting rooms. Then, poof! She was gone.
So, I pulled a few off the rack (the bride has a color, but is allowing us to choose our style) and headed for the fitting room. There, the door was unlocked for me and then I never saw an attendant again. Let me tell you, it's not easy shimmying into some of those gowns by yourself, let alone zipping yourself into them. Plus, in the end, I really couldn't judge which one I liked best; I narrowed it down between this one:
And this one:
But got no further than that. And, I'm not entirely sure which size I should go with. The size smaller, which fits, but is good and snug? Or the size larger, which is a little loose but could probably be brought in when I get it altered? Without anyone to consult with, I changed back into my regular clothes and just left. I guess I'll return with a friend and I'll have my "bitch game" on, because I guess I need it in order to get attention there.
Needless to say, by the end of the day, I was foul. And I didn't want to run. However, I know that when I don't want to run -- that is exactly when I need it most. So, I changed, pulled on my shoes and hit the asphalt. I just did 3 miles because I wanted to test the knee, and I didn't take the Garmin along for the ride. The 3 went well, no knee pain, and my legs were good after yesterday's massage.
The run felt great, the day's ickiness melted away and I truly was feeling renewed when I got home. Plus, it was encouraging that my knee felt fine; however, the truer test of its reoccurring pain will be Saturday's long run since it usually takes far more than 3 miles for the pain to set in. Until then, I'll continue with the instructions the masseuse gave me and hope for the best.