(read previous account first)
blah blah blah... bittercakes...
New temp job! Yours truly is a receptionist at an engineering/ architect firm for the next 2 weeks. I’m filling in for a really sweet woman who’s been here for 20 years and runs the place. She’s awesome: her name is Barb. Why do I always end up filling in for super nice people? It just makes me seem all the more evil in comparison. Working around all these engineers will be interesting… as I said to someone (and I should keep the mouth shut, damnit) “I already know all the engineering jokes”. Sigh. I’m working a switchboard— lots of incoming lines. So far, so good. I was a little shaky about the concept of paging but I think I’ve gotten the hang of it. Of course the downside is that I don't have access to much office supplies. My world for my weight in post it notes...
Everybody's nice. Turns out, one of the women is from Zambia. She married a Zimbabwean, lived in both Harare and Bulawayo and for years). She’s quite lovely, it was great to talk to someone about Africa. Another woman was an expat kid and grew up going to various international schools including ISI (the school I attended in ) from 1987 on (so I missed her by a year). We played the “do you know” game for awhile yesterday—such fun although it was weird to hear the words “Jason Wheatley” after all of this time. She brought in yearbooks. They are hilarious… we all look like babies! Of course we were babies...
It’s been interesting talking to someone about and (as she put it “the profound impact” it made on our lives.) She’s told me some horrific stuff that went on to people I know so I’m quite glad we left when we did. But it’s fun to look at old pictures and memories too.
Running is going well. Still really, REALLY tired, I don’t think I rested enough after the last marathon. The heat isn’t helping. And I’m old (I do feel very old): old and tired and heavy. My legs are just so tired. And I’m beginning to worry about my ankle a bit. It doesn’t hurt but I’m beginning to “feel” it while running. BUT it’s not as stiff as it was way back when. So, I’m training for the Toronto International but I am really wondering how wise this is. I don’t have insurance (and apparently there is no such thing as insurance in —c’mon guys, don’t make me miss QC) so physio seems out of the question. Gail (marathon group leader/ wise running woman extraordinaire) says I should try some ART (Active Release Therapy). So I may have to check that out.
Using the Whitlock Method (as in Ed Whitlock-- over 70 marathon record holder) I have my first race on Tuesday. It's a four miler in the Beaver Chase series-- yes there are T shirts! Claudia (my running buddy/ partner in crime/ competition) and I are going together. She's working the Whitlock method too-- she's pretty strong and she beat my heinie on Thursday (everyone beat my heinie-- fortunately there weren't a lot of people there...)
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