Today’s commotion was my downstairs neighbor yelling in the courtyard at a man on a ladder who was working on the building.  She was screaming at him for “watching me while I was walking around undressed.”

A couple hours later, I notice someone opening my door with a key (my desk is a foot away from the door).  I freak out and open the door after a harried “who’s there?”, turns out to be the owner of the building who wasn’t even aware this apartment was occupied (everything’s done through a rental agency).  He was investigating the alleged problem with the guy on the ladder, don’t know what he needed to see in here, though.

As for running, let’s see what’s been going on since I wrote last.  Sunday was supposed to be 17 but I had a really bad pain in my lateral shin from the previous day’s hill repeats (which started the day before that) and I got really scared, so I walked about 3/4 mile.  One of those times when you’re all “this is new, it feels more serious, there’s no muscle there so it must be a sfx!” so I went online when I got home, read scary stuff for about 2 hours (because if you’re going to make yourself miserable, you might as well do it up right) and decided it was a fibular sfx.

Such thoughts I had, like how horrible to be this close to doing something of substance and now  my running “career” is over and what the hell am I going to do????  I’ll get fat and lose my fitness and have to come back in 2010, slower and older and I brought this upon myself, oh what have I done? waaaaahhhh.

Turned out to be shin splints.  First time I’d had it in that location, but taking yesterday off and a bunch of ibuprofen fixed me right up.  I’m telling you, I was afraid to use The Stick, thinking I’d break my leg clean in two with shards of bone floating around.  I’m really an idiot some times.

Today was a Hudson run, 3 easy, 3  from MP to 5K pace, 3 easy.  I did it no prob, not even a hint of leg pain, lol.

I’ve got a big Half this weekend, the infamous PDR that landed me in the hospital last year, so I’m hydrating my ass off and will be carrying my small water bottle.  I’m thrilled that the weather looks like it’ll be under 60 degrees for the start.  Not feeling hugely confident about racing, though I’m not sure why.  Part of it is just feeling complacent for not having raced in a while, it’s scary getting back into it and having to see where I’m at.  Anyway, I’ll be shooting for sub 1:33.

What else?  Oh yeah, shyster fucking car inspection assholes got me for the usual $535.  I know they make it up because on the phone he lists the stuff and says I need a new battery, so I say uh-uh, that is a new battery, so he says OK and takes if off the list.  If he can take that off the list, then why is anything on the list?  Has to add up to $535 is why (I swear, when I take it there it’s always that amount of money..but it’s convenient to walk home from, sigh).  I’m just dividing it by 12 and telling myself it’s $45/month to use the car.  That hurts less.

In kooky news, I got an email today sent to my Voiceover website email asking if I was Flo Karp the musician?  Turns out it was someone that used to play in my band and he had been listening to an old song of mine and then found me on the web.  Was too cool to reconnect as he’s had a big full life since then and so have I.

Looking forward to tomorrow, my friend Simon comes down from NYC for a bunking party at my hovel, then a big Ikea shopping expedition.  I can’t wait to unload on him, the poor man. :-)  I’m expecting much laughter and a couple buckets worth of tears, too.

I haven’t talked much about Nick, but we’re doing great (as great as can be under the circumstances).  We took each other out for two excellent birthday dinners the first week of September (two Virgos) and have spent some time together since with dinner/tv and a morning coffee, phone calls and emails, too.  Life is strange not living with him but it has to be and I’m just grateful that we’re both from progressive backgrounds so remaining close friends is a given.

And that’s about everything on my mind at the moment.  Tomorrow I’ll go out for 12, then I can relax about mileage for the rest of the week because even with the day off last week, I wracked up 70 miles (actually 69.90 miles…I am not a slave to the decimal, dammit!).  So I figure tomorrow will be a slow and comfortable 12, then the rest of the week will probably go 10 w/strides, 9, 5w/strides, Race.  Eek.

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