Let me just first admit, before any of you decide to help point it out for me, that I am a baby.  When it comes to being sick or hurt, I soak up all the love, care, and attention I can get.  I am not one of those people, like my Momma, who bites her tongue (even for years and years) before she'll slightly even hint that she's hurting or in pain.  I let it be known and love being fussed over, for better or for worse.  I am also dramatic.  My grandmother used to say I would grow up to be an actress because I was the drama queen of the family.  So all that being said, I know my weaknesses in wanting attention and being prone to exaggerate, but I will try to refrain from succumbing to such faults in this post...

But what a week it's been!  Have any of you ever had sun poisoning or heat exhaustion?  Well, I guess that's what I experienced a week ago Saturday.  Matt and I worked in the yard all day, replanting our garden that drowned in the torrential downpours last spring.  There's actually life in our backyard now; it looks beautiful!  It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm, but pleasant to be outside.  Come that evening, as I was standing in the middle of Austin's airport picking up a friend, all of a sudden I did not feel well at all!  I lasted another 40 minutes before Matt describes it as, "She had the works!"  I'll refrain from sharing too much information, but I'm sure you won't have any trouble imagining it.  I was a little weak the next day, but felt much better.  It certainly wasn't the flu, and I am not pregnant, so we figured it was from being out in the sun so much on Saturday.  Whatever it was, it was weird, nasty, distasteful, and explosive.  <grin>

Then last Monday, I was scheduled to run my longest run yet:  5 miles!  With the Capitol 10k right around the corner, and my body feeling sluggish lately while running, I just had to meet that 5 mile goal; I just had to!  Mentally, it would have created a huge obstacle for me had I not completed my scheduled 5 mile run.  Foolish?  Quite possibly.  The area around my ankle hurt while running, but I pushed through and finished!  The next 2-3 days after that run, I could barely walk.  I did something, who knows what, to my muscles?  tendons?  ligaments? on the outside of my right foot, the area above my ankle.  I still walk abnormally and hobble down the stairs, but finally, as of this morning, it looks like the swelling has gone down.  I'm going today to the gym to ride a bike or do something, just so I can try to keep up the endurance I've built up for the race.  The 10k is this coming Sunday, but now my participation in it is questionable, and it makes me sick!  Matt, the dearest of dear husbands, said that if I don't run in the 10k this weekend, that he will make up my own 10k for me in a couple of weeks when my leg/ankle/whatever is all better.  I want to run, but now I'm also nervous that because I haven't run this past week that it will just feel miserable.  So is it better to run and be nervous about if I can do it?  Or not run the 10k and just run my own in a couple of weeks?  

After months of not having the time to do it, but also trying to find any and every excuse not to do it, I finally finished the scrapbook for McKayla, the 2 year old daughter of my friend, Becca, who passed away this summer. 

I collected pictures and a bunch of memories submitted by the Country House girls who lived together our senior year of college, and set aside some time to work on the album last week.  It's being mailed off today, and will hopefully be a wonderful keepsake for McKayla one day, to get a glimpse of Becca's college life and what a dear friend she was to us girls.

All of this and more, led up to what turned out to be a wonderful, treasured Easter weekend!  I'll post some pictures later, and I guess I also need to address a certain shopping spree that my friend, Lindsey, brought up in one of her comments.  Thanks, Lindsey!  <grin>