Ahhh Saturday. I love Saturdays.
On the weekends I don’t have my boys I have Saturday (pretty much most of the day), to myself because Blue Eyes works. On the weekends I have my boys, they tend to sleep until noon or 1, so again, I have a large portion of the day to myself. I love that.
I have my boys this weekend. Today they slept until 12:30.
I was up early because I had a chiropractic appointment at 9. My chiropractor is in the Pearl, which is a neighborhood adjacent to the one I work in. It’s incredibly convenient for me to get to my chiropractic and massage appointments during the week. It’s a simple 15 minute walk or a 5 minute drive. On the weekend however it’s a 30 to 45 minute drive. In the four weeks I’ve been treating with Dr. Grant, and the band of awesome massage therapists, I’ve only had one other appointment on a Saturday. It was a Saturday I was planning to spend the night in Washington, so really it was “on the way” and convenient. Not to mention it was for a massage!
Today, however, it was only a chiropractic appointment and I considered cancelling. I considered it because I had other errands to run, I had just been there on Thursday and I had another appointment on Monday. Enough already! I kept the appointment because I was so hopeful I’d hear the words I’ve been waiting for.
It was a pretty extensive appointment, a full recheck to see where I am in the recovery process. I was annoyed. But then I’m easily annoyed. I don’t think Dr. Grant knew I was annoyed because I’m annoyed so easily and I’m a master at hiding it. (Only my best girlfriends know exactly when my annoyance strikes. One of them is even trying to coach Blue Eyes on the subtle nuances . . . he’s got a lot of work ahead of him).
As I lay on that odd chiropractic couch thing, that kind of, sort of resembles a massage table, I started daydreaming. . . . we’ve had hot as hell weather here in Portland for a couple of weeks and its been awesome (although you’d never know it since the majority of the population spent the last few days bitching about it). Today, however, it was raining and kind of chilly while I drove into the Pearl. I was daydreaming about the sun, the heat, vacation.
“Do you think that’s a fair and viable option?” I heard Dr. Grant ask.
I wasn’t sure what had been said prior to that because, well, I was annoyed with the length of the exam, had mentally checked out and was thinking about an upcoming vacation.
“What?” I lifted my head from the weird hole in which it had been laying and looked at Dr. Grant.
“Will that be enough for you, or do you think you will attempt more and risk lying to me?”
The blank stare annoyed Dr. Grant, who, for the record, is not as skilled as I am at hiding it.
“Two to three miles max, preferably on a trail, at an easy, slow pace, with a rest day in between. No consecutive running days. Not until I see how your back and neck react.”
I smiled as I turned over onto my back and then sat up.
“I can run?”
“Two to three miles, preferably on a trail, at an easy, slow pace. . . ”
I held up my hand to stop the recital and just sat there grinning.
“Can you stick with the short distance?” Dr. Grant sounded frustrated.
I held up my right hand. “I promise to only run two or three miles on a trail if I can swing it, at a slow, easy pace until you say otherwise.” My grin was over the top. My cheeks were hurting because I was smiling so much. I couldn’t tell if Dr. Grant was annoyed, or amused. Quite frankly I didn’t care. I was overjoyed!
I walked out of the office to my car thinking about how thrilled and relieved my children would be when they found out “Grumpy Mom” was going to get to run it off.
I posted on Facebook “Released to run! Yay!”
In a matter of possibly a half an hour I had 10 “likes” and a couple of comments of happiness from people who get it.
At the end of the day my youngest son informed me 35 people had liked my post. “It’s almost your most liked post mom.”
Apparently he keeps track of this kind of important detail. It begged the question though, didn’t it? What was my most liked post?
“It was your ‘I’ve officially been inked’ post with a picture of your tattoo, only two more likes but you had a bunch of comments.” What sticks in the boy’s brain never ceases to amaze me.
Tonight I go to sleep excited because tomorrow when I wake up I will get to run a slow and easy 3 miles. I know it will feel like I’m starting from scratch and it will seem hard, but I don’t care.
I will be in my happy place.
My heart will be happy and my soul will be free.