I've got just over one week before my next race: the Love The Run You're With 5K in Arlington. I haven't raced since the Richmond Half-Marathon last November-nor have I done much training this winter-so I'm not feeling suitably pumped and conditioned for this one. Instead of trying for a PR, I'm just going to treat this 5k as a speed workout. So, here's my race strategy: (1) start out fast (for me), (2) keep going fast (for me) through the first 2 miles, and (3) try to finish fast (for me) without puking. I'm pretty sure that Salazar developed this strategy, so I'm obviously tremendously confident.
This week, Owen actually went to school for a change (thanks, FCPS), so I managed to get in a bit of training. After two days with aerobic activity, I could feel my winter blahs begin to lift. Serotonin, you are my friend. This morning I did my first-ever predawn (5:30 am), pre-coffee run: 3 very slow, very cold miles. I wish I could tell you how this all felt-communing with nature, greeting the day-but I honestly can't remember any of it. I repeat, I did not have coffee.
Now, back to the reason I run . . . . Owen had another orthodontist appointment this week to have four spacers put in. These spacers are small, blue rubber bands that are forced between the teeth like floss and left there . . . for a week. Their job is to create extra space around Owen's teeth where the permanent bands will be placed. After giving Owen his 1 mg of lorazepam, we set off. By the time we got there, Owen seemed a bit chill but still nowhere near as spacey as I get on tranquilizers. When he sat down in the dentist's chair and saw the tool that would be used to insert the spacers, he looked terrified. Quickly though he relaxed (drugs) and opened wide. He was cooperative (drugs) and almost cheerful (drugs). Taylor and I left feeling very relieved: one down, eight gajillion to go.
Next week Owen will go back to have the spacers removed and the bands placed. He'll also have another impression made, which will be sent off to a lab (location unknown) so that his "appliances" can be made. Week after that, you guessed it! It all goes in, for good.
Donations to the Help Cure Ceri's Anxiety Fund can be sent directly to my home address.
I just wish the dose he was given was a bit MORE sedating; it doesn't seem to do much for him.
Posted by: ceri | February 08, 2011 at 02:20 PM
DRugs are great!
Posted by: alison | February 07, 2011 at 08:34 PM