I dogged my way through the midnight shift last night. I was a hurtin’ guy. But when I woke up this afternoon, and I was much better. I was able to go down the stairs without grimacing…and that was before I took my ibuprofen. What a difference 6 hours can make.
Thanks to this improved energy, I am able to get back on track with the moving agenda. I was able to pack up the wagon with another load of my junk (this will be the 5th load). I was also able to do some more boxing of the stuff that is still loose. That closing of the new house is just this Friday, so I need to keep truckin’.
By the way, my insurer took some more pictures. I am still in love with this house. No creeping sensation of regret. All right, maybe one regret.
The guy who manages the CWSU in Farmington, MN seems to be anxious for me to apply for the job. He composed an e:mail giving some up to date information on what he thinks will happen in the future with the unit in Farmington. It was not all doom and gloom. If I wasn’t in the middle of this move, I would of applied for this job. As it stands now, I’m kind of stuck.
Back to the subject of running. The person I did Grandmas Marathon with, wants me to do the Paavo Nurmi Marathon. Things that need to be done in order for me to do this… 1) a couple of runs longer than 10 miles… 2) lose about 10 pounds… 3) get some new shoes. If I accomplish those goals, then I might consider it.