Well…..a promise is a promise! Unless I make the promise so it seems. Promises I’ve made and broken in the 2 weeks after Ironman MontTremblant are:
1. Honey (my hubby), I promise to give you time after Timber passing and let you tell me when you’re ready for another dog this time.
2. I refuse to do another Ironman in 2014, I need a break and will do just halves and the Alaska Marathon.
To say I was an emotional wreck after Ironman was to put it mildly (had an excuse I didn’t know about at time, more on that later). Literally the day after the race the rollercoaster of feelings hit. The realization I was going to go home to no working out due to injury, friends toying with Ironman Chattanooga, and only one dog. I was home a week, and the fear of turning into the person who gives her entire self to work and work alone was soon becoming a reality. A couple days later a friend of mine, David Minnich, comes into my office and mentions Ironman Chattanooga. He calls me later to reinforce things, and I talked to a few close peeps who said they supported the decision, and my hubby had actually said he was on board while we were in Canada. I mulled it over for a few days, putting feelers out for my normal Ironman crew (Forrest, Regina, Susan, Jeff, and Sarah) to see where there mind was. During this time period tons of stuff transpires. Oh, just read on and laugh at me.
My hubby goes out of town, leaving this emotional wreck by herself with a kid, house, and dog to take care of. I failed miserably. I woke up that Friday morning to a flooded house. The upstairs bathroom sink had overflowed and overflowed ALL NIGHT. I awoke to this noise in the garage (fallen asleep on couch), and was mortified to see that the garage ceiling looked like it was going to cave in. I run upstairs to find a lake instead of floor. Nightmare. Lets just say that Addison wasn’t cooperating staying out of the garage while I was attempting to inspect the damage. I get things somewhat under control and decide the best thing to do is get Addison to school so I can figure this out. Guess what, the garage won’t open! Long story short, my dad saves the day. I broke the quick release on our garage door opener so he literally came over and took it apart so we could manually open it. I finally call my hubby and break the news, let’s just say he was dumbfounded…..to say the least. So much for his day off enjoying fishing….whoops!
In the meantime, this is Labor Day Weekend and I’m really starting to pout about the dog issue. Wrigley was/is my dog, but has really bonded w/Heath over the years and having two dogs has always seemed to balance our household. When one is ignorning you, there’s always another to ask for affection. Friday I flooded the house, and by Monday we had a new addition to our household. Jax, the Weimaraner, has completed me to be extremely open about things. He is an energetic 2 year old rescue, crate trained, house trained, loves Addison, and enjoys playing with Wrigley. He requires exercise, but has been trained to duck hunt in the past which equates to LOVES PLAYING FETCH. I schedule and allot for fetch time 3x a day at the least. 10-15 minutes of undivided quiet time outside, no phone, no chaos, just peace. The other morning Addison came outside with me and sat on my lap for that 10 minutes of fetch time. I was completely content. I couldn’t have asked for more out of that moment.
I know my husband wants to shoot me as we are still trying to get our house back together after the flooding incident from 2 weeks ago. Did I mention he wants to sell our house, and was actually putting it on the market?! He also might have said once or twice that he can’t believe I’d flood the house one day, ask for a dog the next, and then sign up for another Ironman I swore I wasn’t doing. The moral of this story, a girl with a hyper thyroid must be able to talk a man into anything! Haha. The hubby is awesome, and adjusting to Jax’s unusual sleeping antics and loud barking. I’m yet again grateful to have the life I have, even if it does include Ironman #7 (Ironman Chattanooga) on the horizon.
I promise to keep you more up to date with my crazy antics, guaranteed to provide laughter at some point.
