Too Much Data

I have been tracking my runs with an iPhone app since 2011. I’ve tracking nearly 1200 runs for a total of over 4300 miles. Every run is ranked against other runs of that distance. With so much data, this means that when there is big difference in my pace, there is huge difference in the ranking. I recently logged my 47th fastest run and two days later, my 515th fastest run. Where I run, how I feel and the weather make a huge difference in my performance, even from day to day.

We Were Informed

I bought a new pair of shorts and I want to wear them to dinner. As I was paying for them, I made a comment to the person at the register that it’s common to wear new shoes out of the store, but less common for clothes. He suggested that I change in the fitting room and wear them out. As I was walking out the woman near the door smiled at me, nodded towards my new shorts and said, We were informed.

I Feel Faint

I’m not usually squeamish about giving blood or needles. I don’t look, but that’s more about not seeing the needle go into my arm than anything else. When an experienced nurse does it, I can barely feel it. The nurse was not great at putting in my IV needle. I was feeling the pain of it, plus she wasn’t getting any blood flow. I started to feel nauseated, light-headed and broke out into a cold sweat. They took the needle out and tipped me back to get some blood back into my head before I fainted. It is not uncommon for your body to react this way to giving blood, but it had never happened to me before. They cooled me off with cold washcloths and let me return to normal. They put the IV in a different vein and it went better the second time.

I Don’t Remember

My medical procedure caused me to be sedated, which was a new experience for me. It was fast acting and complete, so once I rolled over and they began administering the anesthesia, I was out. I was warned that there might be some amnesia after I woke up, but I didn’t expect it to be so long. After rolling over, the next thing I knew, I was home on the couch and my girlfriend was giving me a peanut and jelly sandwich. This elides 30 minutes of recovery time, leaving the facility and a 20 minute drive home. Good thing I had her to take care of me, or there’s no telling where I would have ended up.

I am told I was very funny during my recovery time. When offered a soda – apparently both the bubbles and sugar are required for recovery – I joyfully choose Dr. Pepper from a list of choices. And when I was warned that the monitor pads would hurt when removed from my chest, I exclaimed louder than expected that it did indeed hurt.

I Don’t Live in White Bread America

When bad weather drives you to the store to buy bread, you really don’t care what kind of bread you get. You take what is available. If you normally buy wheat bread, as I do, but only white is available. White bread gets the nod. I have an upcoming medical procedure and I need to eliminate fiber from my diet for a few days. This means no wheat bread. I went to the store to buy white bread. I shop at a higher end store in an affluent area. While there was loads of choice for wheat bread, my choices for white bread were limited. I wound up getting sliced “Italian” bread because it would be a little more interesting for my ham sandwich.

Hearing My Breath

Today I forgot my headphones, so I ran without music or podcasts. It was an overcast morning with temperatures in the mid-50s, so it was perfect day for running. But I had to listen to the sound of my breathing. And every footstep. Normally I don’t hear these things, but it brought a different level of focus to my run. I paid more attention to how I was running than I normally do. I ran a bit faster than I have been lately, but that was largely due to the weather.

A Dog Birthday Party

Today my girlfriend’s dog turned 9. He had a birthday party at the dog park. He dressed up for the occasion and wore a tie. The invited guests were mostly well-behaved. The uninvited ones were the ones we needed to worry about. A French bulldog was especially enamored of a stuffed, plush cake. He chased it. He tossed it in the air. He even tried to bury it in the dirt for later. Birthday parties in public places are always a challenge.

Nice Brand You Got There

The generic brand of food products sold at Walgreen’s drug stores is called Nice. Not just Nice. But Nice! The exclamation point changes this from the being a middle of the road, almost offhand comment about the product’s quality to an on-trend, millennial slang term for awesome. I guess drug store snacks are one more thing ruined by millennials.

The First Day of School

I went to bed early and I woke up early. I saw several school buses on my morning run. But this first day of school has little meaning to me. My son is in college and his classes started last week. My daughter is a senior in high school, but I had no part in getting her to school today. She was at her mom’s house and she drives herself to school. This is more just a sign that summer is ending and the calendar is moving on.