The Break In
I was lying awake in bed last night, flipping from my right side to my left side and adjusting my pillow to try to get comfortable. My mind was racing with thoughts of where I should live in Dallas and how in the world I was going to convince people to visit me when I’d have to work every weekend. I’d been trying to fall asleep for hours. That’s when I heard the door slam shut.
My eyes flashed open and I sat up a little in bed. Houses make weird noises sometimes, but with my parents out of town I was more on edge. I waited to see if anything would follow.
Creek Creek Creek someone walked down the hallway. Then click I heard the sound of another door closing. “Oh crap”, I thought. “There is definitely someone in this house, and if I left the back door unlocked my parents are going to kill me”.
I got out of bed and opened my door. Yep, the hallway light was on. “What do I do? No one ever teaches you what to do if someone is breaking into your house when you’re home! What if they have a gun?”
I panicked a little and then a glimmer of hope shot through my mind. “What time is it?” Sometimes my older brother has late-night soccer games and he stops by the house to grab food on the way home. I ran back over to my night stand to check my phone.
10:57. Definitely a possibility.
“John?” I asked in a timid voice, not sure what a robber would do if they heard me.
“Johnnn?” I called out with a bit more force.
“No it’s me!” My dad said as he walked into my room.
“OH SH*T. Why aren’t you in South Bend?” I asked him, breathing heavily from distress. “It’s Wednesday!” my dad answered. “We aren’t leaving until tomorrow. Your mother and I were just out tonight”.
I fell sideways onto my bed, my heart still beating quickly. “Holy crap I thought someone was breaking into the house!” I told him. “I was freaking out!”
My dad sat on the end of my bed in the dark as I lay there reeling the last 5 minutes over and over in my mind. After a few moments of silence he asked “How was your day?”
At that point the emotion took over and I broke down in tears. “My job is going to suck.” I said. Before he could respond I spewed out, “I’m going to have to work all the time. I already have to cancel my trip to the Healthy Living Summit. And no one is going to be able to visit me because I’ll have to be working every weekend”.
My dad started to say all the right things, but I stubbornly rebuked them convinced that I was right and my life next year would be miserable. I could feel the back of my throat start to burn so I made a point to calm myself down. I lay there in silence and eventually my dad left the room.
I think all that excitement was just what I needed to wear myself out and finally be able to fall into a deep sleep.
- I need to take a chill pill.
- Sleep makes everything better. I’m actually really excited about the job, it’s just going to be a big adjustment.
- Lock the door at night.
SOO anyway, this morning when I woke up things were much better. After that eventful night I didn’t really think I’d have much stamina at the gym. On the drive over I decided I’d see if I could pull out 3 miles of intervals on the treadmill before switching to the elliptical for a little easy cardio. But then once I got started I ended up running 7 miles of randomness. Sometimes I surprise myself:)
Those seven miles looked like this:
- 1 mile warm up at 6.6mph (9 minute mile)
- 2 miles of one minute intervails: 8.5, 6.7, 9.0, 6.7 x4
- 1 mile cool down at 6.6 mph
- Increased speed by .1 every half mile for the next 3 miles until I hit 7
After the run I stretched, completed working 1B of the New Rules of Lifting for Women and then did a few planks before showering.
I struggle to find things to wear with these grey pants. This tshirt and cardigan combo is kind of a cop out.
Hot oats with chia seeds, protein powder, cinnamon, and banana. I used the last scoop of Valencia PB in the bowl so Oats in a Jar is next!!
I’ve got a veggie burger with my name on it at Blackberry Cafe for lunch:)
- Ever dealt with a robbery or break in??