The Quiet Muse

My muse, the B, has been on the down low this week. Even the hitting has died down. I haven't had anything interesting to talk about. She must be conserving her resources for a coup. Or else she is happy with me. Yeah, she's definitely planning a coup...

Ok, here's the plan.  I'll be the orange block and get her from this angle.
Yellow, you approach from this side.  Blue, what's that you said?

I was finally able to set up a play date for the B with the mama I stalked at the local Whole Foods.  It went very well and she is terrifically nice, as is her kid.  Yet again, I was reminded of the parallels between play dates and dating dates.  This was especially true after I came home and wondered out loud if it was too soon to text her and tell her what a great time we had.  I thought I was done with the whole dating business after I got married.  Isn't that the reason you get married?!  Then you go down the road of dating questions like these.

1. Did she like us?
2. Will she call me?
3. Will I see her again? 
4. Did she mean it when she said, text me when you are free for another playdate?
5. When is it appropriate to call her?

Mamas, how long do you wait until you call back after a play date?

At play date mama's suggestion, we took the B to the My Gym class.  So much chaos, so much fun!

As for running miles, it's been a big goose egg.  These are the reasons why.

1. Shin splints (worried it might be something worse)
2. Sick again (really?! Thanks B.)
3. I'm a bum

I went to the shoe store Road Runner to have my setup checked out.  And it turns out that the last guy that helped me had set me up in all sorts of wrong.

1. Wrong shoe support category
2. Wrong shoe size (his exact words were, "how did you get your feet crammed into a size 6.5?")
3. Wrong inserts

They very kindly exchanged my shoes with shoes that are better fit for me, yay!  I also just had a Dr's appointment to check out my shin splints.  I got a tentative all clear.  The x-rays showed no acute fracture, and the location of the pain is not a usual candidate for stress fractures either.  My bones are apparently just angry with me.  The Dr says, as soon as it stops hurting to walk, I can run again.  Whew, sweet relief.  I just have to build back slowly, do some physical therapy, and get a blood test for vitamin D + calcium.  Can't wait to pound some rubber!

The B is pretty excited to get back on the track as well.  She has been visiting with the running stroller and climbing in.  Although, I'm sure the screaming will start as soon as she is strapped in.

You'd better believe there will be screaming, mama.