Murphy's law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
Irony: an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected.
On Saturday, our team met at Griffith Park for our sixteen mile run. Now, fourteen had gone really well, twelve had sucked, so sixteen was anyone's guess. But, the last time we ran at Griffith Park, I felt awesome afterwards. Griffith Park is shady, it is closer to my home than where we usually run, and I know the area really well. I like running at Griffith Park.
I arrived on Saturday ready to run, and feeling confident. Sixteen was totally doable (in my head). I set off on my run. I knew it was going to be warm, so I wore short sleeves. I never wear short sleeves. I felt pretty good. But, it was hot. Not like, African Safari hot, but definitely hotter than usual - and we were in Griffith Park, not in the valley! I realized immediately that I needed more water than usual. I also started drinking a sports drink. I also didn't hesitate to take some nutrition. But, by mile twelve, I was definitely dragging. By fifteen I was walking. But, I got through sixteen, one way or another.
The rest of the weekend was awesome. After coming home and showering, we headed off to the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books and enjoyed our time at the children's stage. Then we hit up a party (for a five year old, way more sophisticated than our usual 2-3 year old parties). Sunday morning we visited the zoo with some friends and their daughter (much to my son's delight). By Sunday night I was so tired…..
Then Monday came. As some of you may have noticed, this blog post did not go up on Tuesday per the usual. Monday came, and I billed 10 hours, Tuesday came and I billed 10.5 hours, Wednesday came and I billed 11.5 hours. In two and a half weeks, I go to trial. That's right, every day for the next three weeks is going to look exactly like the last three days. Oh, and I still have other clients who will require my attention.
When I began preparing for this journey, work was a little bit light. Now, I can't see the light of day. This weekend, I only have to run 10 miles (who knew that sentence would ever leave my mouth!) But, the following weekend is 18, then 20, and two weeks after that 26.2. At this particular moment, as I put aside my files to type this blog, I do not know how I am going to find the time to run, at all.