Tough day today. I awoke to the email announcing my plane tickets.
I did note that I am taking essentially a tour of North America on the way home.
Our trip leader texted me: “Did you see the tickets”
Me: Yes, I am touring the USA on the way home”
TL: sorry it was the way the budget did it
Me; It’s ok, it was kind of funny.
TL: It’s just stupid.
ME: well, ok, it is stupid.
I did my regular Wednesday workout. Swim, run swim, getting out for my second run, I realized I had once again been a late Lucy and didn’t really have time for the run. I devised a plan to do it this afternoon and then ran smack into Coach.
He is all excited about my project. I am churning through the things to worry about. He is poo-pooing them all. And eventually towards the end we actually had an interaction that resembled an argument. So unpleasant. He was displeased too that I had failed to execute the workout.
Work went pretty well. I took care of business. I was essentially focused on the external business of the trip, but…I did take care of the hospital’s business.
People are really responding with mixed emotions. Most of them do not really have an understanding of how difficult the work will be, and thus are looking at this as a holiday trip for me or something. So they are either jealous, or just annoyed. My Boss…really has been wonderful in bending over backwards to get things done for me and allowing me to go.
So I just kind of muddled through the day.
At exactly 5 pm, as I was chatting with the boss, my phone went off. I had an email from my coach. he was telling me he was super excited for me. All the situation of the morning came back and I felt the immediate need to rush over there. Which is essentially what I did. After stopping for a few things.
When I got there, I rushed into Physical Therapy still in my work clothes. He looked a bit alarmed, and then immediately cut me the thera bands.
I went and changed and was putting on my shoes when he started to gesture to me. I walked over and he had 4 sheets of exercises for me. Yeah..Going to be a fun trip..working out with the therabands.
I told him I needed to run my 2 miles…and he added, “which you failed to do this morning” and I hit the treadmill. My legs are tired.
After..I went to say goodbye and we both relaxed a bit. Started to talk and talk about things. His wife showed up and he and his wife prayed over me. He was very specific even praying for my QL strain. She prays in a different style, but the gesture was so real and genuine that I appreciated it. She and I chatted a bit for real for the first time, probably EVER. She told me that “He can’t shut up about your trip”…I for the first time asked about the upcoming baby. It was a good moment.
I left the gym and my phone beeped…coach sending me another message. Good people in ones corner.
As we prayed, I received a message from the foundation’s board president. The email was so welcoming and loving that I really started to feel good about this trip.
Of course, small problem…
I have not packed yet, and I can’t find my Nigerian plugs. I really need to get organized, I am probably overrelaxed.