So today’s the day. I THINK. As I write this, I STILL don’t know if my visit to The MAN has been approved by my insurance company. Because GOD FORBID I go see The MAN without their approval. Apparently, that could end the universe as we know it with earthquaking, dream-shattering, lifeasweknowitwillcometoacrashinghaltwithfireandscreamingcatsanddogsrainingdownfromtheheavens kind of consequences. You know?
Even though my insurance company was called a WEEK ago about this, they still haven’t given it the official thumbs up. Note I said a WEEK AGO. No wonder my blood pressure is gaining momentum in an upwardly direction. As it’s a bit of a PITA to get the time off from work to actually go and see The MAN – because why would any doctor EVER think to have office hours after 3pm? – I had to make some alternate scheduling changes in order to do what I have to get done at work and still be able to go The MAN. And once again, Big Brother insurance company is taking their sweet time deciding whether or not they will allow it. Of course, I would still go anyway, and pay for it myself, but really now. Why should I? Isn’t that what I pay THEM for every month?
Okay. Now that I have THAT out of my system, (stay tuned right here to BDRD for what may turn out to be one hell of an update!), let’s move on shall we?
The hubs, who is kind enough to be accompanying me on my little trip into OrthoLand, threw this one out at me last night. “Are you prepared if the doctor says NOT to run your race next weekend?” This of course, was followed by my very best Scooby-Doo imitation.
What??? NOT run the Wine and Dine??? Why would he EVER say THAT?!? I just ran 10 miles on Sunday! Am I sore? Of COURSE I am…it was 10 MILES! But I got through it – relatively pain-free, (at least for me) – and I’m ready to make this Wine and Dine my bee-yatch! Especially in the company of Kellie and Nicole, who I know will be looking out for my every running need. You know, like singing the harmonies to Let it Go, seeing who we can make pee their pants first from laughing too hard, and utilizing the ever-popular Cupcake On A Fishing Pole trick to pick up the pace just a wee bit. Because we ALL need BRF’s like THAT!
guess maybe KNOW the thought of not running never entered my mind. And NOT running the W&D just AIN’T GONNA HAPPEN. Even if we end up keeping the Balloon Ladies company for the entire trip, that’d be A-Okey-Dokey by me. It just means we’d be wicked late to the party, but I honestly don’t think it will come down to that. Even if Nicole’s NYC Marathon-spent legs can barely move, I think we’ll still finish in PLENTY of time to enjoy the festivities. Let’s be honest shall we? Who actually runs this race for any reason OTHER than the after-party???
So we shall see what The MAN has to say later today. I don’t THINK he’s going to say not to run next weekend, but even if he does, you can pretty much bank on me completely ignoring THAT particular little bit of medical advice. Now, AFTER next weekend may be a different story. I just have to keep in mind – as will The MAN – that I have another half coming up, but not until February. So what he thinks I should do between November 9th and February 15th, will more than likely be a whole different story. I just may actually listen to him. After all – he is The MAN. And if The MAN can get professional multi-million dollar athletes back to making their multi millions of dollars, than I’m pretty confident he can get little ol’ Black Dog back on the road again. Only difference is, I have to actually pay TO run. Hmmmmm, I may have to rethink this whole race entry fee thing. Seriously, when’s the last time these guys paid to race?
Enjoy the ride.
Ever had to choice between your health and paying for it yourself? Does that not drive you COMPLETELY insane? If Disney race entry fees weren’t so crazy, would you enter more of them?