Melly Was Here

wife, mother, teacher, runner, writer, lover, fighter

On the Treadmill

It’s hot now here in South Texas. Very very hot. This is the time of year that my running hits a wall. A wall of heat and humidity. And pain and sadness. And drama. And over reacting.

Last year, I just stopped running and hated myself for it. This year, that is not going to happen. One, I am about $700 into my trip to Disneyland for the half marathon that I am running with some friends and I’ll be damned if I’ll stink that run up. Two, it makes me happy. Three, my butt looks awesome.

But, I don’t want to die. Or pass out. Or barf. Getting up at 5:00 in the morning isn’t really an option because Summer Vacation. By the evening, I’m tired and ready to nap.

It’s time to move it in to the treadmill. Which makes me unhappy because the treadmill is boring.  And, whenever I run on it, I’m pretty sure a little bit of my soul dies.

Yesterday was my first treadmill run in a very long time. I ran five miles and then walked another. At first, it  sucked and I found myself trying to come up with a list of the positives about treadmill running.

1.  This is my view from my treadmill.  It’s our beer fridge and a big tv.  I am working my way through Parks and Rec, so running wasn’t as boring as it could have been.  I love that show.  And, I can pretend I’m running towards beer.

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My favorite room.

2.  There is Newcastle in the fridge.  I can pretend to run towards Newcastle.

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Close Up

3.   I don’t have to leave Earnest, who cannot run more than a mile without having to be carried home.

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I’ll figure out what to do about the toxic farts he likes to let while I am running.

4.  I also get to spend time with Sundance, who thinks it is hilarious to try to turn up the speed to 10 miles per hour while I’m running.  Yeah, that’s fun.

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“Run faster, Mom!”

At mile three, he also decided that he wanted to use the treadmill.  When I said no, he staged a sit in.  I couldn’t get a picture of it, but every now and then he would reach over and try to grab my ankle.

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I miss running alone.

5.  And, last but not least, the most important positive about running on the treadmill:  I didn’t die.

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See? Not dead.

So, those are the positives that will keep me treadmill running for the duration of the summer.  Disneyland, here I come!

 

 

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I’m Not an Animal Hoarder – I Googled it so I know it’s true.

I was on the way back from Starbuck’s with the boys last week when I saw him.   I tried to drive by.  I tried to ignore him and tell my self that someone else would save him.  But he was so close to the road.  And it was so hot.  And he was just laying there.

So, I turned the car around.  He didn’t bark at me or growl.  He just wagged his tail and looked so sad.  I lured him into the car with my muffin.  And, I took him home.

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Poor Stray Pup

I wasn’t going to keep him.   I called the animal shelter.  They said they were only taking puppies younger than four months and with no skin issues (this guy clearly had some sort of skin issue, on top of all the fleas and other bugs buzzing around him).  I’m glad I didn’t take him there, because later I would find out that our shelter destroys dogs after 72 hours.  That just was not an option.   I called a rescue.  They said they might be able to take him over the weekend.  I figured I would get him cleaned up and just find him a home myself.  That way, the rescue could focus on the dogs they have.

So, two baths, a trip to the vet and $172 later, he is ours.  We named him Bucky (Captain America’s best friend). His mange is healing up quickly.   And he’s a lovely, sweet, tough little dog.  We think he’s about a year old and some sort of terrier/spaniel mix.

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Bucky meets his daddy.

I have always wanted Sundance to bond with a pet and I think Bucky may be the one.  That would be cool.

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Bucky and Sundance winding down for the day.

I don’t know the circumstances of how Bucky ended up on the side of the road.  I like to believe it was some sort of accident, that he wasn’t thrown away.  I’m just going to believe  that someone lost him and was sad (I did look for his picture on every lost dog site I could think of and didn’t see him) because he is a living being.  He is capable of feeling pain and of loving.  He isn’t just something to be discarded.  No animal is.  And, I kind of want to punch people who do that kind of thing in the throat.  But, whatever, if that is what happened it’s their loss, our gain.

For anyone keeping track: that’s four dogs.   That’s probably two dogs over what is reasonable, but one of our favorite sayings around here is, “Go big or go home.”  What’s one more smallish dog when you have three already?  And, we are not animal hoarders.  Animal hoarders have so many pets they can’t house them or care for them properly.  They all fit in our house and yard.  Yes, I vacuum up dog hair and pick up dog poop out of the yard everyday, but the work is worth it.  They make us smile.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: no one loves you like your dog.

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Weights Off My Chest – literally and figuratively

Today is the first day of Summer Vacation!  Yay!  Not the only reason I love being a teacher, but in the top ten reasons for sure.  It’s nice to slow down and spend time with the boys.  It’s nice not to have to get up to an alarm clock for a couple of months.  I feel like I have the best of both worlds – work outside of the home mom and stay at home mom.  I get to stay home during the summer, and just when I start to need more to do and the boys need to get back to a real routine, it’s August again.  And then, when I am just burnt out from school and the routine and need a break, it’s June again.  I love that.

Anyways, I have never been more glad that it’s June.  There were a lot of things going on.  Class parties, paperwork, report cards, concerts, assemblies.  And, Butch’s Promotion Ceremony.  My baby boy is now a middle schooler.  He turns 12 tomorrow.  Where has the time gone?

I started the day by going in and getting another mammogram on my left boob.  It wasn’t aboard the Boobie Bus, this time.  It was down in the Medical Center, at a cancer hospital.  I had planned on taking silly pictures and posting a light-hearted post about it, but when I walked in the doors and saw the families there visiting cancer patients, shit kinda got real.

The staff was so kind and gentle.  I was taken back right away, even though I was early.  I changed and was seated in the inner waiting area, with four other women, all of us in our front opening robes.

The actual mammogram was pretty quick.  She had to get images up higher on my boob and deeper in the tissue.  This meant lots of leaning and some serious squishing.  Poor Lefty is pretty sore.  She took two images and was pretty quick.  She then walked me back to the inner room, where all the other ladies were still sitting and I waited until whoever was reading the images read them and told me he/she wanted an ultrasound or I was ok to go.

While I waited, the other ladies were one by one told they could leave, all was ok.  I was alone for a few minutes.   Then, I was told I was ok.  Everything was clear.  With a huge sigh of relief, I decided I deserved ice cream.

As I left, I said a prayer for all the ladies who came before and will come to that place after me.  That the news is good or if not, they caught it quickly enough.  I can’t imagine what it must feel like to have cancer and to wonder if you are going to pull through.    To wonder if you are going to leave your husband a widower or your children motherless.  I just can’t imagine.

I couldn’t find an ice cream shop and I didn’t want to drive around.  I settled for a Frappachino at Starbuck’s.  As I was handing the dude my card, he handed me the drink and said, “Free!”

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Cancer Free and Free Coffee!

You can’t beat that!  No cancer and then a free drink!  Right on.

Then I went home and gave my dogs their pupsicles (frozen beef broth).  That was worth about a half an hour of entertainment, until Jack wanted to come in the house with his.

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“Hey, canth Ith comth inth the houth?”

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“If I sit like a pretty boy, can I bring it in?”

And then Scout lost hers in the bushes and tried to take Jack’s.  She chased him around the yard for a while, which is always a good time for Jack.

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“Gimme that yummy cold thing!”

And, then I took the boys to the pool.  And, I was nice to people.  I disapproved on no one.  It was fun.

If this first day is an indication of who my summer is going to go, it is going to be a great one.

Happy Summer, y’all.

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