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You know how that goes, the saying with the bug and the windshield?

Today. Running, and not even that fast. Bug. My eyeball.

I have eyeball injury concerns, which is how I like to phrase my abject horror over things not my contact lens entering my eye-bulb area. In fact, the top three things that horrify me are: accidentally drinking curdled milk, being forced into very close spaces with no immediate way out, and being injured in the eyeball.

(Yes, that one scene in “Minority Report”, yes. I know it.)

So today a bug flew right into my eyeball and I kept running because I am hardcore like that. The running was more of a “flailing majestically forward while attempting to wipe the bug out of the eyeball without touching the eyeball” which I bet was a hoot and a holler to watch during the morning commute.

In other news, I like running in the park.

My Fitbit reports the sad truth I already know: I am not getting enough exercise during the work week. I know, Fitbit, I know.

Saturday I was feeling pretty sorry about the state of my exercise plan — if you can even call it that — so I decided to do the very first workout of the Couch to 5k plan. I added a slight variation by choosing a there-and-back route that is first downhill, thinking that the endorphins would start to kick in around the halfway mark, making the uphill struggle less dramatic.

It worked! I made it! I felt great! Well, to be honest, I felt horrible first, and then great.

Saturday night was consumed by fire, no lie: part of our neighbors’ house caught on fire, and so we helped out as best we could, providing moral support and a safe place to rest while the fire department handled the scary parts. We didn’t sleep well that night, the smell of smoke still lurking in the house, and yesterday was frayed at the edges by worry. This morning I continued in my running restart, but didn’t get the endorphin high I was expecting.

Fitbit tells me I am not getting enough sleep each night, something I already knew but hated to confirm. I would like Fitbit to adjust for nightmares about catching on fire.

I took the Fitbit for a spin this morning with what was supposed to be an invigorating run/walk. It wasn’t. My mind was elsewhere, as I have more than a few things weighing on it these days. Without my brain barking orders to my body to push through the discomfort, my body slowed to a brisk walk.

I keep telling myself that there will be off days, that it is most important to get out there and moving, but I am disappointed and haven’t shaken it off yet.

In happier news, FunkyPlaid and I hit the 3-months-to-wedding mark! There is still so much to do, of course, but I am looking forward to all of it. 

Ending on a meta note: both Fitbit and SparkPeople offer places to blog/journal, and while I care about being a part of those communities, I care more about not duplicating efforts. I will be writing about health and running here instead.