Hearts on Fire

Well, after the RazZDoodle Family reenacted their own version of Outbreak this past week, yours truly tried to get back on track. I was ready and willing to get a run in late last week, but I decided "one more day of rest couldn't hurt". So, I made the executive decision to rest until my long run this past weekend.

Until the bee sting.

KidDoodle1 was set to cheer during the 1st quarter of our school's high school football game. Well, as we were sitting outside, snacking on some grub, a bee stung my daughter on the eyelid. I'm convinced that it got stuck between her glasses, freaked out, stung her, and got the hell outta there. Hopefully, it died a stinger-less death. Here's the damage:

To her credit, she stuck around and cheered for the whole 1st quarter. Of course, it didn't hurt that I told her that I paid good money to see her cheer and, damnit, she was going to cheer. Oddly enough, CPS never knocked on our door this weekend.

After assurances from the after-hours nurse that all would be well (she is extremely allergic to bug bites), I set my alarm for God-Awful-Early-For-a-Saturday. 4am rolls around and KidDoodle 1 is freaked out because her eye has swollen back shut and she's convinced she's gone blind in that eye. So much for my Saturday run. Kids.

I could've run Sunday, but I was hungover.

Which finally brings me to the point of this post: I'm getting serious now about this whole Relay thing.

• I've got to stick to the plan. No more deviations and no more justifications for said deviations.
  
• I'm going to eat better. Did you know that fruits and veggies are good for you? Who knew?
• I've got a plan.
• I'm focused.
• I wonder if I can drop down to the Half-Relay

Yep, it's "Go Time" everyone. If the posts here at ROATM get a little intense until early October, it's because I don't have time for foolish little spats with you people. Oh sure, it's wonderful to read about all of your trials, tribulations, and pithy observations, but I'm now like Stallone in Rocky IV. All I need is wilderness, bad weather conditions, a fat brother-in-law and an ox-yoke. Hell, I may even chop something.

Hearts on fire, indeed.