TL;DR version: Foster puppy adopted. Ran two miles. Hip/leg still hurts but not as bad. Not ready to commit self to psych ward just yet.
As I briefly mentioned last week, my little foster pup Penny was adopted. After having her for three months, she finally had a wonderful adoption application. (Many, many thanks to Kara for that!) Friday morning started off bright and early for Penny and I as her adopter lives clear on the other end of Tennessee–a 6-hour drive from here.
The family that she went to has another hound that they had rescued just a few months ago, two rescue cats, and three kiddos (the oldest is four!), so lonely is something this little girl will never be! Of course I teared up when I left (and then ugly cried in the truck lol I’ve become so attached to this one), but seeing how happy she is in the pictures her new mom has posted to FB and texted me, I know she is right where she is supposed to be!
Once I cleared away the snot and tears, I realized how famished I was. It was after 4pm and I hadn’t had anything but a Larabar all day. I used the Happy Cow app to find a veg-friendly place. The closest one was a place called Cootie Brown’s. The name cracked me up, and it was 2 miles away, so I drove straight there and had a delicious grilled veggie sandwich.
I also used my dining-alone time to find a hotel. I had told the rescue and the adopters that I would spend the night just in case anything went wrong and Penny needed to come back with me–plus I have a friend in Bristol that I haven’t seen in years, so that was a HUGE bonus and incentive to stay the night! But I was on my own for that evening because Rebecca couldn’t meet me till the next day. I had noticed road signs on my drive there that said “Asheville” so I knew I was only about an hour away. I have always wanted to see the Biltmore Estates, so I came VERY close to driving on to Asheville to get a hotel so I could get up and go tour the Estates the next morning, but I ended up talking myself out of it. It was supposed to rain the next morning, and the web site said that one should allow 6-8 hours to tour the entire grounds. I was supposed to meet Beck at noon, so I nixed those plans (which turned out to be a good thing because it rained its ASS off the next morning).
The most reasonable hotel I found was a Red Roof Inn just a couple of miles from where I was sitting eating my dinner. It was only $60 but it had mixed reviews. I figured I’d give it a drive-by and check it out before I booked. The grounds and lobby were super well-kept and the front desk dude was super polite (and spoke English!) so I took it. I couldn’t be more pleased with the room! And I didn’t know that Red Roof Inns were pet friendly, so I’ll definitely keep them in mind from now on when I need to travel with pups in tow.
Small but squeaky clean with a comfortable bed and pillows. For $60. Can’t beat that. And the location was great. It was within walking distance to a little strip mall with a Target, Books A Million, Pier 1, and TJ Maxx. A little retail therapy was just what the doctor ordered after my emotional day. haha
I came back to the room, called the hubs, turned on the tube, and was out like a light before 9:00. I slept longer and harder than I can remember sleeping in a looooong time. Funny how you can do that when you don’t have a snoring/tossing/turning husband sharing your space or a cat pawing at your head or demanding breakfast. I slept until 6:30 and only woke up then because I was having a horrible dream about one of my dogs. Leftover feels from the previous day, I’m sure. I lounged around for a little while then got up and headed to my friendly neighborhood Starbucks.
As fate would have it, the Starbucks was directly across the street from a mall, so wiih still a couple of hours to kill before meeting Beck I headed to the mall for a little continued retail therapy. The universe must have known I needed to do a little shopping before our NYC trip coming up! I came away from the whole trip with three super cute outfits, a cardigan that I can wear over two of them if it’s cool, and a pair of sandals on the cheap.
Then it was time to meet Beck! And like a terrible blogger, we didn’t take a single picture. But we enjoyed a fabulous couple of hours over a delicious meal and fell right back into place where we left off the last time we saw each other about 12 years ago. Yes, we’ve sort of kept in touch through FB, but there’s just nothing like face-to-face girl time. We ended our visit with hugs and promises not to let it be another decade before we see each other, and I began the long drove home.
Sunday… I have no idea where Sunday went. It started out normal. I got up, made my coffee, and had some breakfast before 8. I sat around and caught up on blogs, paid bills, etc., till D left to go to work sometime around 9:30ish. Then I decided I wanted to start “unfucking my habitat.” haha I started with my closet. Somehow it was around 10 when I went into my closet and much, much later when I came out, but the whole “unfucking” deserves its own post.
I grabbed Bella and Harley and took them to the park for a walk…which took forever. There were SO. MANY. SMELLS. haha
Then when we got home I decided it was time to try out my leg. It’s been almost a month since I’ve tried to run, at which time I was able to run 800 x 3 with walking and stretching in between, and by the end of the last one I was limping. Since then I’ve had fairly marked improvement (although still not as much as I or my orthopedist would like). I’ve changed physical therapists at his recommendation, to see what someone else can offer. My pain level without anti-inflammatories is now where it was with them just a few weeks ago, but OMG can I just get healed already?!?! It’s been over two months!!! Anyway, I set out at a very slow pace with no plans other than stopping when it hurt too badly. I was actually fairly pleased. I ran one mile, walked a quarter-mile, stretched, ran another mile, and walked the quarter-mile home. It was hard to get started again at the start of that second mile, but then it loosened up a bit and I was able to continue. It was very uncomfortable by the end, but not anywhere near the level of pain I had at the end of my last attempted run. I stretched and rolled the ever-loving shit out of it, but as I went about my evening I felt it getting more painful. I popped my first anti-inflammatory in several days, and as I sit here now, the pain is almost back to where it was pre-run. So although the improvement is not coming as swiftly as I’d like it to come… it’s coming. Thank God. Just in time, too. I’ve been inching closer and closer toward a dark place with every day I don’t run. Today, even though it wasn’t pain-free, I felt more like myself than I have in quite some time.