Back to the dentist today. He wrote me up a treatment plan – $6000 for phase 1. OMG… ouch! I have to get 2 root canal, yeah that’s me being a whimpering pile in the corner every time I think about root canals. Plus some crowns etc.
Last night I did the final Sunset Series run. I turned up thinking I’d do a lousy time and I did. I just checked the results – 12th last! I just didn’t have the caring in me to do it fast. When I got there I had a headache and it was only when I started running I realised it could have possibly been caused by dehydration — oops. I stopped at every drink stop, even the first one which was around the .5 km mark.
Then I got to Anderson St hill and remembered the physio said no hill running. Sure that was over 2 weeks ago and my calves have been fine since then but — I’m almost too scared to write this in case of jinxing — every time I’ve had a big run like Run for the Kids or City to Surf, I’ve ended up with some kind of injury a few weeks beforehand. I’m playing by the better safe than sorry rules this time (or maybe the lazy-arse rules, hard to tell).
Anyway my time ended up at 57.28 mins. I’m not sure if that’s a personal worst but I reckon it’s close. At least there were plenty of drinks at the end this time.
Psycho housemate is getting worse. We have an empty room in our house since one of the old housemates did a runner. I don’t really care since we don’t have to cover the rent but psycho housemate decided today that someone has been getting into the room and using it. My bedroom is the only room that joins the empty one and I’ve never heard any noise coming from there so I totally doubt it but PHM has been dicking around, nailing up the windows etc today.
He’s not only going psycho, he’s driving me with him I swear. I’d planned a week off work with lots of productive writing and instead I spend most of my time avoiding him. He keeps knocking on my bedroom door telling me shit. Today I wanted to go out on the front porch to work on stuff but I had to wait until PHM left… then half hour later he was home again! Arrrgghh! If I’m not working next week, I’m going to end up killing him.