My clothes are still sweaty, and my Forerunner still has my average pace showing on the screen, as I write this post. It was a busy day and I only now have finished my run.
Today actually started shaping itself last night when I picked YaYa up from skate camp. He complained of his right ear hurting. Not again, I thought. After dinner, I dug out my otoscope and had a look. The ear canal was bright red and raw looking. His scar tissue, from multiples of ear infections in the past, was a fluffy white. Not a good sign for the coming day.
This morning I had a look again. It didn’t look any better and the neighboring ear looked in a similar shape as well. I called the advice line and got a morning appointment. Now YaYa was crying and insisting that it didn’t hurt *that* bad. He had a field trip scheduled with his camp that he didn’t want to miss. Somehow, I stupidly agreed to take him to meet his camp after the appointment. I wasn’t going to to go to work. It was over an hour long drive away. We invited BoBo and his girlfriend along and would make a day of it.
We got the medicine, and were soon on our way. We drove for a long time and were finally in the vicinity of the park but just couldn’t seem to find it. I parked in town and sent the kids out for a stroll in the shops while I completed my first phone interview of my job hunt. Then I hooked back up with them, got directions to the park, and some food for all. By the time we made it to the park, there was no sign of YaYa’s fellow camp buddies. Oh well. He chased some birds, played on the playground, skated and fell on his tush a few times. It was getting late and we were needing to head back.
So we drove for a bit. I made the correct highway changes, following my directions in reverse, but somehow went south instead of north on the last highway change. No problem. Right? Except that I didn’t notice for about 30 minutes. It was such lovely farm land out where we were. Opps.
We dropped BoBo’s girl off at home. She was in a hurry to change to go some place with her mother. It was a regular thing with them. I finally asked where she was going and, to my surprise, she said running. Oh? I want to go running. I NEED a run. I got my run after dinner. 4.5 wonderful miles. Yeah Me!