Daily Archives: April 9, 2013

Work Spouse chatting

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Amy:  Hi there! I ran on sidewalks yesterday for the first time. Today my heels are bothering me a little bit.

Work Spouse (WS): how’d that treat you? hmmmmmm

Amy: At the time though the run felt a lot like the track. and I stretched after…..and it’s not like plantar fasciatis heel pain….it’s more just maybe because I’m a heel striker (that’s what running store man told me). it’s not pain, it’s just sensitivity, and I notice my heels instead of not noticing

WS: well… there’s sore… and there’s injury

Amy: feels like sore. feels like maybe in a couple of days when I run again I will do it on the track and see what’s what* (*note for blog: yes, I picked up this phrase from one of my stalkers)

WS: being a heel striker, and a new runner, be careful

Amy: how does one be careful

WS: I worry about stress fractures in my heels more than I do in my arches. just listen to your body. if you’re sore – don’t push it. there’s a WALK this weekend at the same place. we wont look out of place if we’re walking instead of jogging

Amy: No way Jose. I’m doing this. I’m not injured, just sensitive. I promise. I won’t run again for a couple of days, and I’ll run the track. If I don’t run outside again until the big day, that’s fine. The point was to know that I could do it.

WS: ok. who’s Jose ?

Amy: great question

Then later, at the end of a discussion regarding WS interviewing for an internal position at our company…..

Amy: you are ready for this. and would inject greatness into that group and into you. nothing like a boost to reinvigorate passion for where you are. just make sure to shower and wear matching clothes

WS: whoa! showering is NOT in the job description

Amy: perhaps not explicitly, but trust me on that

Tuesday

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What a beautiful day outside.  As my mom so eloquently put it this morning….we seem to have one day of “half-way decent weather” followed by at least one day of crappy weather.  Emphasis on half-way.  This spring has been crazy with the weather.

I registered for classes this morning.  Waitlisted for one, registered for another.  If I get the waitlisted one (not likely as there are 9 ahead of me for a 25 person class) I will drop the other.  I’m on the 18 year plan because I only take one course at a time.

My heels hurt today, which is a new sensation in my physical fitness quest.  I wonder if it has anything to do with running on sidewalks instead of a track.  I bet it does, as that is the only different variable.  I will confer with my work spouse and get back to you on my findings.

My dad is worried I will be let go due to layoffs announced on Friday.  As suspected, it’s old news from November spun a fresh way for the media to make something out of nothing.  So no, I’m not part of the layoff….at least not to my knowledge.  After working at the cheese palace and going through layoffs and paranoia every year for 7 years, I just don’t live in a state of worry.  My skills are sought after in the marketplace, and now I won’t experience any size discrimination (or the possibility thereof).  I don’t know if I ever experienced size discrimination per se, but studies show that larger women are at a significantly higher risk than larger men in the workplace.

And that is all I know this morning.  Over and out.