Yesterday was tough day. I got a flat tire on the way to visiting teaching. I didn't deal with it well. I didn't know what to do. Lars's phone was on silent, but I kept calling him. I didn't think the tire was fit for driving, so I got Will out of the car and walked the three blocks back to my house. I called Lars again as we walked still no answer. By the time Will and I made it home, I was in tears. Lars went and moved the car and then put on the spare while Will ate lunch.
I called my mom to tell her about my morning--the good and bad news. There were good things that happened that morning, although the flat tire was the foremost on my mind. My mom was very patient with me and listened to my morning. My mom had a hard morning herself. She told me that my dad was in the hospital. I lost it.
He's okay. He had a physical and told the doctor he had shortness of breath when he exercised. The doctor suggested he take a stress test. My dad failed the stress test on Wednesday. My parents were surprised, but still they didn't think anything was wrong with my dad's heart. Friday (yesterday), they checked out his arteries and a few of them were 70 to 90% blocked. He had five stints put in. He'll be fine, but the whole experience made me realize that one day he will pass away.
I cried during my Friday running thinking about how I will have to say good-bye to him. It's temperary, I know. But, I cried when I left my parents house at Christmas. I am not very good at good-byes.
Anyway, my intense Friday, being in charge of Sharing Time this Sunday, a more intense work out week, and the rest of life has wore me out. But, I did it. I got to 30 miles again this week. | 