Fatigue

After work today I headed off to Municipal Park. I did my usual ten mile rollerblade run, after which I was pleasantly exhausted. The pleasant part faded quite quickly, however, when I realized that Cyclops (AKA my car) refused to start. Not only did it refuse to start, but it wouldn't even try. It was dead. Dead, dead, dead.

So after trying a few more times to start it, waiting, and trying again, I finally decided that it was not going to happen. I rolled up the windows, grabbed my bag, and headed out in my nearly worn out sandals. These sandals are comfortable enough for a stroll around the block at morning break, but to walk all the way from Municipal park to my house, well, not so much.

I walked all the way to Fort and 8th before my feet began to seriously hurt. I actually did enjoy the walk at first. The weather is nice, and the scenery was nice -pretty trees and flowers and such. I stopped by Roosevelt Market on the way. That is a cute little place. Very 'mom and pop', quite refreshing. I got some water, used the facilities (thank god they had those) grabbed a snack and continued on.

By the time I reached Fort and 8th, I was able to use the pay phone (an object nearing extinction - time to get a cell phone I guess) to call my friend Donna who lives around the corner from me. She, being the great friend she is, buzzed right over and picked me up. Once we got to her house, we enjoyed an ice cold beer together, and then I walked the three or four steps over to my house. Where I collapsed, exhausted. It was only the pityful, pleading looks in the eyes of my cats that prompted me to get up and give them their daily bit of wet food.

Needless to say, I am wiped! I am so glad I got all that exercise. That is wonderful. But I'm not so happy that I had to leave my car in the park and now have to worry about getting it back home and getting it repaired. I'll worry about that tomorrow, I guess.

Oh, and did I mention that my computer tower fell over today and landed squarely on top of my foot? That's right. Somehow my computer got pushed over towards the back wall of my desk (I am assuming by the cleaning people while vacuuming)and was precariously tipped before it crashed down on top of my foot (I was wearing the same sandals I had to walk home in). At any rate, my left foot is green, purple, and quite swollen. And yes, it hurt like hell. The last time something hurt that bad was back in '06 when I sprained my ankle at a party at a friend's house. My coworker kept asking if I was ok. I was trying to get a grip on the pain so I could answer her without screaming "FUCK!!!!"

HA! It's been a rough day. I'm going to veg on the couch for awhile before bed.