Last week, for the first time EVER, I used my hair dryer to actually style my hair. I don’t know why it took me 29 years to use the hair dryer to do something other than to simply dry my hair, but it did and then what happened was that my hair was really pretty and I was really, really annoyed that it had taken me that long to figure out hair drying.
Since Daddy Cat first allowed me to pet him, he has become an eccentrically affectionate cat. Sometimes he acts like he might be terrified of me, but then, other times, he is ridiculously lovable, rubbing himself on my legs and feet, twirling himself around my feet as I’m walking down the stairs and meowing at me incessantly to give him both pets and breakfast. I’m really excited to finally have such a nice relationship with one of the strays, but I’m also vaguely concerned he’s going to trip me on my way down the porch steps and then eat out my eyeballs.
I came back from Texas and all I ever want to eat is nachos and tacos, which isn’t actually that different than before I went to Texas, but post-Texas I was on a full-on nacho-taco binge and I haven’t really stopped.
And I’m okay with that, really, because there are worse things I could be into, like meth or murder, so really, nachos and tacos aren’t that terrible in the grand scheme of things and also I run a lot, which isn’t a good excuse to ingest things that aren’t awesome for me, but it does make consuming taco and nacho calories an endeavor mostly free of guilt.
Speaking of running, I think I’m injured. I think the shin splints I thought I was for sure over have come back to terrorize me, at least that’s what I’m hoping because the alternative is a stress fracture and ain’t nobody got time for that shit.
So last week I ran a 5k and it was hilly and there was gravel and afterward my shin hurt, kind of. It was mostly uncomfortable. It wasn’t like a sharp pain, but it was just very noticeably uncomfortable and so then I took two days off and then I ran 5 with Andrew in Alabama and it was hilly and the shin hurt after a few miles, but, again, it was more uncomfortable than painful, and I, of course, forgot to ice it. Instead I got morning drunk on whiskey, like you do on Saturdays sometimes.
And then on Monday I ran 7 miles with my friend who is training for the Army 10 Miler and then the shin was uncomfortable for the whole damn run, but again it wasn’t painful so now I’m making myself rest from the running for a bit because I’ve got the Richmond half marathon coming up in November and I need to listen to my body when it’s complaining about things, but really, I don’t want to be couched for too long because I’m pretty sure I’ll go absolutely batshit insane because I NEED TO RUN at this point. Like, there’s not an option anymore, it’s just something I need to do because it makes me feel good and it gives me time to work through things and it’s my favorite part of the day.
So what I’m saying is that I really hope my shin stops being a jerk because I’m going to lose my shit if I can’t run for longer than a few days.
This cat, you guys. She’s such a weirdo. She was raised by me and Andrew and not a kitty family, since we’ve had her since she was just two weeks old, so maybe her weird comes from that. I don’t know. But she’s never met a box she doesn’t want to eat. Boxes can’t be in the house more than 5 minutes before she’s sniffing it cautiously and then, once she’s assessed whatever it is sniffing kitties assess, she begins her hole-punch routine, chewing along the flaps of the box and leaving a row of teeth holes all along the flaps. It’s ridiculous, but she loves it.
It was something like 47 degrees this morning, which means it might actually be fall and I’m in love. I’m ready for boots and for scarves and for sweaters and for hot tea and for crunching leaves underneath my feet.