Not Running Commentary

I was not going to run today.  I was going to mow the lawn.  Since I am unable to start the power mower, this would mean pushing the manual up and down the yard many times.  I thought that would be great exercise. I put a load of laundry in, so I could multi-task.  I put some sunscreen on my arms, found my crazy old lady hat, got myself a bottle of water, and out I went.  This was going to be great!

And I’m sure it would have been.  If only I was strong enough to open the damn garage door!  Now, this door has always been tough to open.  I have usually been able to manage it one heft at a time.  Well, today, I would heft it, then as I was positioning myself for another HEAVE, back down it would come.  Hard!  I mean, it felt as if something was inside the garage actively pushing that door back down on me.  Perhaps I am being fanciful, but I was frankly unable to open that door.

Then I couldn’t even relieve my frustration by slamming the house door as I went back inside, because it is hanging crookedly on its hinges.  The screws loosen up over time.  Tightening them is better done as a two-person job: one to hold the door, one to tighten the screws, and Steven and I never seem to remember to do it when we are both home.  So that I could at least get something done, I grabbed the screwdrivers (I need both Phillips-head and flat) and got the hinges somewhat tightened.  Then I didn’t feel like slamming the door any more.

I sulked around on the computer while the washing machine ran.  I wasn’t just screwing around; I had to contact my theatre friends about Saturday’s endeavor (perhaps you read my blog post about it).  I knew I should try to get something useful done, but I felt too annoyed about the garage door.  It does not take much to knock the ambition right out of me; judge me if you must.  Before I knew it, it was time to put the laundry in the drier.  I took the few things that didn’t go in the drier upstairs to put on the wooden rack.  I figured I might as well take my shower.

So there I was, ready to turn on the shower and feeling pretty useless and pathetic, when I thought, “Oh hell, why don’t I just run?”  So I did.  I thought I would make a Running Commentary blog post.  However, when I sat down at my computer and began to type, this is what came out.  Go figure!  I think I’ll call it a Non-Sequitur Thursday post and drive on.  I hope to see you all tomorrow, when Mohawk Valley Girl says, “Welcome to another Lame Post Friday!”  Or words to that effect.