Yesterday I stopped into my favorite running store. The owner greeted me and commented that they hadn’t seen me for a while. I told him I had to give up running, or even walking. I told him I had walked 1.5 miles the day before and could hardly walk by that evening. I was there for tape for my foot.
He looked me straight in the eye and said “you better get that checked out.” I told him I thought I had just reached an age where I couldn’t do this stuff anymore. He said “hell, no. Get it checked out. You are not too old. And you LOVED running.” Well, I started crying. Awesome. I told him my running shoes were now over a year old, he said “That might be part of the problem.” Well, yes, I did know that but I couldn’t see where I was going to find the money in my budget for an expensive pair of running shoes. I asked what was on sale, and managed to buy a pair of Newton trail shoes for half price.
I prayed as I do when I get on the mountain and away from the concrete and asphalt. With tears of gratitude. Thanking God for the beauty of his creation and for being able to be out in it. This is who I am, and this is where I belong. I cannot give it up so easily. I will stick to trails because they are hard on the body in many ways, but better for your feet. I am doing yoga for my back. I may go see a sports physical therapist. I have got to get rehabbed so that I can at least walk distances. Maybe running again? maybe?
I am glad for that time on the mountain. Today I have to deal with an employee who is increasingly a problem. Today I meet with her and start documenting her performance and attitude issues. I can assure you, this will not go well. Meetings that are not inherently contentious go badly with her. In the last meeting we had, I found myself doing that heavy sigh thing. I was absolutely exasperated. I cannot do that today.
It’s two years now since my life went totally upside down with the job change. By mid-November 2011, I knew I was leaving, and already starting to wrap up my old job – by working long into the nights and working weekends. I am now into my second new job in 2 years. I love this job, love, love, love. But it is a challenge every single day. It would have been anyway, but my predecessor retired on the job many years ago. Most things that were done in that office are stamped with dates in 2003 or 2004. I have to start from scratch with just about everything I touch. Rewriting every single policy and procedure. Totally rehauling the chart. Getting ready for ICD-10 and DSM-V. And dealing with employees who have been running the department with no interference from management for years and don’t know what the word “supervision” means. It is good. I will surely be ready to retire in 3 years and one month.
I am beside myself worrying about my friend in Legazpi. The website for the organization says they were all in shelters. But how would they account for 700 people in the midst of that chaos? I am scared for her. And praying for her. Her name is Remedios. Could you say a prayer too?
Thank you and God bless you.