Not Swell

Today, was not so swell.  From.the.getgo.  I woke up, and was woken up numerous times through the night, to the *ding*ding* of my Blackberry.  You see, between midnight and 7:30 this morning I had 90 (yes, 90!) emails come to my work account.  No, these weren't "things I need to take care of" emails, but rather, repeat emails.  One email sent to me 50 times, another 20, another 10, you get the picture.  And this continued throught the day.  Until I finally removed that email account from my Blackberry.  I will re-add it when the !$%#$#(#$%#%(! server "engineers" get their act together.

My day continued with one internet or wireless issue after another and consisted of hateful phone calls to the !$##%%$%!#$%! sever "engineers."  I hate being hateful, I Really Do!

And to top it off, I feel like crum crimminy cricket today.  I ran 4 miles today and my nose was running faster than I was.  I finished in 38 minutes and 20 seconds (less than 10 minute miles, which I was pleasantly surprised with considering how I felt).  I was going to run 5, and even wanted to run 6, but once I got going, I knew there was little hope of that. 

My legs are not too impressed with this new goal of mine.  They were so heavy.  I'm pretty sure I heard them say, "Excuse me, but WhO authorized this goal??  Cause it wasn't us!"  My legs felt heavy the entire run.  There was no easing off. 

I really think my bed needs me right now.  And I'm anxious to go comfort it.  But first I have dinner with lovely Herdmother and a shopping list to cover.  You probably won't hear much from me through the weekend.  I know, don't all cry at once.  Superwoman is coming to see me.  And we will be busy.  The good news, however, is that I should return with lots of *pretty*pretty* pictures for you.

I would like to get up and run 3 miles in the morning, since my long run this week probably won't be until Sunday.  But, those of you who think I will actually do that please raise your hand.  Now slap your silly self with it.