Perspective
4:00 AM, from my 4-year-old daughter’s bedroom: “DAAAADDYYYY!!”
I walk to her room and sit on the bed: “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Her: I had a bad dream.
Me: What was it about?
Her: I don’t remember, but I didn’t like it.
Me: Well, you’re awake now. The good thing about bad dreams is, once you wake up, they’re over.
Her: Yeah.
Me: You’re here in your room, and we all love you very much. You’ve got your love blanket, Liddy (her doll), and Love-A-Lot Bear with you.
Her: That’s Tenderheart Bear.
Me: Right. OK, lets try to go to sleep again. Lie down and close your eyes. I’ll stay here a while.
Her (drifting off to sleep): Night, Daddy.
Me: Sweet dreams, angel.
5:30 AM. I’m awake in bed. My throat hurts, my ears hurt. Feeling lousy. I consider my options for the remainder of the morning, then climb out of bed and lace up my running shoes.
I managed a five-mile run through the neighborhood this morning, that felt…well, “good” is a little strong, but “it didn’t suck” seems appropriate.
At the very least, getting out for a run felt better than laying in bed for another hour feeling sorry for myself.
Reviewing yesterday’s post, I did an awful lot of griping about something relatively insignificant. Fussing about minor illnesses and missing a few training days is quite trivial in the grand scheme of things - especially when you receive a comment from a guy with a liver transplant.
Yet I inevitably hatch some doomsday scenario in my head with any sickness. It’s almost unavoidable, and I don’t understand why. It’s one of those unanswerable questions I have, like why can’t Protestants and Catholics get along, or how come it took The Bachelor four episodes to get rid of Tara the Lush.
Anyway, I’m feeling a little better today. Not yet good, but no longer sucky. And for this week, that’s considered progress. By next week, these past several days will seem like a bad dream.
Like bad dreams, there’s one good thing about being down in the dumps: once you have a decent run, it’s over.
**This is my last post for several days, until we return from the mountains. Have a good weekend everybody.***
6 comments:
I couldn't hold back the laugh at my desk when I read the Bachelor part.
Have fun in the mountains.
I love reading your posts.
Have a great trip to the mountains! :-)
yup, d, it's all about perspective. these blogs, though, are a great, cathartic way of venting and ranting about stuff that would drive our spouses, co-workers and friends nuts.
i sure don't mind and can comiserate.
Have a great time in the mountains. You'll have to let us know if you get DD on skis. She'll love it!
Glad you're feeling better. Zicam & Airborne work wonders if you're still fighting it...
The mountains are calling, have fun. My daughters usually just come crawl into my bed and lay at our feet with a blanky.
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