I like roller coasters, but not the emotional ones, and the past couple of weeks have had some really intense highs and lows. Ramble follows, not strictly fitness-related.
The conference came off really well, with only a couple of small hiccups. My boss was happy, her boss was happy, and her boss’s peers were happy, so all in all, a good experience. I was able to look at myself in the mirror and admit that I was damned good at what I do, and it’s the first time I can remember that I actually believed it.
On Wednesday, the last day of the conference, I got a call from the place where my dogs were boarding that they were having some digestive problems. I knew rationally that it was probably just stress from boarding, but it still made for a rough last day of the conference worrying about them. I got home Wednesday night and picked them up – they’re fine, it was just stress.
Festival season is just around the corner, so our Performing Company started figuring out which choreographies we are doing at which shows. Rehearsals start next Tuesday, and I’m looking forward to it. It’s also motivation to stay on track with my exercise plan, since there are still some pounds I’d like to lose before the season starts. I am also signed up for some 5K events in the next few months – the night run in March, Foam Fest in April, and the obstacle run in May. Starting March 4 I am joining the three-month TEAM Fitness plan – my left shoulder had been giving me some problems in January, but is feeling much better now so a couple more weeks of rest is probably a good plan.
Wednesday the roller coaster plunged when I learned my mother went to the ER with leg pain. X-rays showed old spinal fractures, and an MRI on Thursday showed some new ones. They aren’t looking at doing surgery yet, so it sounds like the treatment is rest and physical therapy… which she has been doing for the past several months after being hospitalized last summer, so what is this supposed to do that’s different?? I feel horrible and guilty and wondering what I can do to help – even though I know there really isn’t. I wish she didn’t have to go through this. I wish there was some way to just fix it.
Even though it’s almost 10pm, I’m contemplating jumping on the treadmill for a while. Maybe it will help settle my mind. Tomorrow is dance class and the chance to get caught up on the four weeks of class that I’ve missed, tomorrow night is karaoke (and the return of NASCAR), and Sunday there is a dog-related event that I am going to. I have no idea where this roller coaster is going next…