Downside of a Nice Day

After a great weekend for running, I knew that today had to be a rest day. Particularly if I intend on buddy running on Tuesday and Wednesday.

But what a day to miss! This morning was the first pleasant walk I’ve had from my garage to work—not only was the sun almost out, the wind wasn’t chappy and the air smelled like spring. I’m pumped about how this walk will feel in the summer.

On the way home, I drove with the windows down and itched with jealousy at all the runners I saw on the streets. Good news is that the rest of the week—short of some chances of showers—looks quite agreeable. It was opening day for the Indians, so I kicked up my feet and ate dinner with high blood pressure as the team pulled out another close one.

I wondered whether Cleveland fans have, on average, higher blood pressure than other sports fans. Can other teams possibly be in high-stress situations on such a regular basis?

But I didn’t relax for too long. After dinner, I made… attempted to make a vanilla chai smoothie. My blender, however, had other plans. I poured in the chai tea, ice and vanilla probiotic drink; the chai, ice, drink poured out. The bottom. You’d think I would have stopped there, but no. I tightened the bottom and blended.

Clean freaks beware. This story gets dirty.

The blender exploded! Not only did the blade bust off and glass pitcher break, my would-be smoothie sprayed everywhere. It came out the top, the bottom, the sides. Ugh. My rest night unraveled into a night of scrubbing.

What’s even worse: I tried to make a vanilla chai probiotic drink by hand, and it turns out you can’t mix anything with Danactiv. It tastes kind of gross by itself; it tastes pretty bad with anything else. I’ll still drink it periodically for my stomach health, but I’ll nix my probiotic smoothie shop idea.

With the blender catastrophe behind me, I did some aerobic exercise and then settled in with my computer. It was a pleasant surprise to get an email from an old bud Lisa, who worked with me at Kent State before heading to NC.

She was driving home from work today and listening to NPR when she heard (gulp) a letter I wrote. The note didn’t exactly come across as I intended (it never does) and they cut it short (they always do), so my one shining moment wasn’t all I thought it would be (it never is).

Sigh.

And I found myself gasping like Tom Hanks in You’ve Got Mail: “Well, that’s not all I said…” Oh well.