Hello hello! It’s another crazy Monday coming off of another crazy Nutcracking weekend.
The weekend started out practically perfect with a meet-up Saturday morning at Oiselle HQ (a.k.a. “The Nest”) in Seattle for an easy run. It was really cool being where all the bird magic happens. While there, I was able to catch up with fellow Flockmates Marilyn and Kaleigh and meet my fellow Nuuner, Lynn, and many other birds. I also had the incredible opportunity to meet Lauren Fleshman (!!!), see CEO Sally Bergesen, and sneak some peeks at future Oiselle pieces. I can’t and won’t divulge anything, of course, but let’s just say there are some rad designs to look forward to in 2015.
The weather was crummy but that didn’t matter–we all enjoyed the run aroudn Greenlake nonetheless. I very much enjoyed meeting and chatting with Sarah Lesko during the majority of the run, and the rainy miles sped by.
After the run, I hurried back to Tacoma for (guess what?) “The Nutcracker.” I didn’t have time to change out of my running clothes before going to the theater for my call, so I wore my (surprisingly unstinky) running shirt from that morning until I changed into my costume.
After our performance, we hurried home to get ready for my husband’s company holiday party, which was held at the Harold LeMay Car Museum.
It was an interesting and unique venue for the holiday party, and we had a really good time. Despite all the beautiful and rare vehicles (including a 1930 Dussenberg, which I had never heard of before that evening and which is apparently a very big deal in the car world), my favorite was this throwback from my childhood days:
I also “enjoyed” playing on the museum’s eerily accurate Daytona 500 simulator, which was much harder to operate than I expected (especially after a glass of champagne). And by “enjoyed,” I mean “screamed and yelped in fear/anxiety while trying to operate the damn thing.” I managed to crash at least 5 times in the grass before the docent reset the machine because I had effectively wrecked the simulated vehicle. Ahem.
Sunday was a bit more leisurely compared to Saturday’s whirlwind. Sunday, however, had the auspicious honor of being The First Day of Eugene Marathon Training. I ran my planned 8-mile long run without any difficulty–it felt good and pretty easy, especially up the hills.
Anyway, the end of my run was pretty crappy, because as soon as I stopped running and started walking, my left hip flexor became quite painful. After I walked up a short, steep hill, it became more painful. And when I tried to trot across the street? Well, I felt a searing pain through that area and actually dropped the F-bomb.
I went home and started icing immediately, and pretty much iced my hip area right up to the time we had to go on stage that afternoon. (Yes, for another performance of “The Nutcracker.”) After taking some anti-inflammatories and icing it, it started to feel a little bit better, but I’m not going to lie–I was not happy. This was not the way my first day of training was supposed to go, damn it. My mind started running wild with the possibility that I wouldn’t even be able to train for Eugene. I started to ask myself, “What the hell am I doing running when it seems like I always get injured?” And, well, you know the rest. I was headed down a bad road.
I was able to dance pretty much normally during Sunday’s performance, although I avoided putting all of my weight on my left leg. That started to give me some hope. Not all was lost.
And then the best thing happened: After the theater, I went back home and saw a package waiting for me on my front porch. [Side note: Have you noticed that the Post Office has been delivering packages on Sundays now? Weird.] At first I thought it was another Amazon package containing a present for one of my kids, but as I came closer I saw it was a package with my name handwritten on it. Squeeeeee! My Oiselle Secret Santa present!
The package couldn’t have come at a better time, or contained any better gifts. My awesome, super, fantastic Secret Santa, Emmeline from Virginia, gave me a Virginia is for Runners t-shirt, Citrus Fruit Nuun (one of my favorites!), and 2 CDs containing running playlists she had personally compiled for me! Such a sweetheart.
I seriously love the shirt. The shirt is everything. As cheesy as it sounds, I lived in Virginia for a few years and will always carry a piece of it in my heart.
So, this weekend was one of those “It was the best of times, it was the (relatively) worst of times” kinds of weekends. It ended on a seriously high note, though.
Thank you, Emmeline!
How was your weekend? What was the high point? Did you participate in a Secret Santa gift exchange this year?