So I start watching her every morning at 7:30 and since I didn't want to wait around all day to go running at night, I figured I would run before. Good idea right? Well last Friday it finally happened. I have my route planned out and I do it every day, but it's dark out and the street lights are sporadic and the sidewalks very uneven. I was loping along when I tripped over Mount Everest about half a mile into my run. It is liked the fall happened in slow motion. First my left knee, then my right, followed by my palms. And then my mouth. I am pretty sure my heart stopped when I realized my two front teeth had hit pavement. Gulp. Ignoring the pain in my hands and knees, I quickly ran my tongue over my teeth. Ahhh! Intact!! :) I was soooo relieved. How annoying would it be to knock out my front teeth again?!?!
I rescued my cell phone (which now has a bevy of scratches), got back up, adjusted my music and ran the rest of the seven miles. Every mile or so I would double check that my teeth were still there. They were. Phew. Well almost phew. When I got home and ate breakfast, something felt off. I inspected my front teeth in the mirror and noticed a tiny chip out of one of my teeth. Gulp. But Nathan says it is hardly noticeable so I count myself lucky. Now a week later, my knee still hurts, but the bruises are fading. I haven't tripped again...yet. There were a couple close calls, especially the morning it snowed.
Other than running, changning diapers and preparying bottles, I keep applying for jobs. I had one interview but because of my lack of experience, I did not get the job. Which is how it seems to be. At this point, I think I would work for free to get experience. The whole thing is very frustrating but as my mother and father and everyone in my family reminds me, I will get a job someday and not to give up. I hope they are right...
