When I shrieked after getting hit with the pillow, Mr. Funny decided to bop me again with the pillow. Not in the face this time but I'm apparently clueless and startle easily and the glasses flew out of my hand off the side of the bed. I immediately freaked the hell out. Because the lens was already pooping loose and now they were flying and they're my only extra pair besides my good work glasses and I couldn't find them on the floor and what if I stepped on them and the sky was clearly falling on Chicken Little.
My husband must have sensed a rift in the force and jumped out of the bed and did an urgent Jack Bauer scene from 24 ransacking the area around the bed. It included screaming that the bomb was going to go off any second and no one panic because Jack Bauer is going to save the world. His Jack Bauer impression includes saying everything urgently and looking you urgently in the face while gripping your arms to get your urgent attention. It's funny unless you are freaking the hell out. Because then it feeds the hysteria. So do your kids running in and circling the crime scene and screaming along with their father. Then it was all a little much and I may or may not have shed some freak the hell out tears. Naturally, the glasses were then located, fixed and I felt like an idiot. And then Jack Bauer and I laid down again and Jack Bauer suggested I might need to get more sleep because I seemed easily excitable.
So I’m always very careful when I pick out shoes or socks or even how I lace up or tie my shoes. I regularly tie and retie my laces until I’m satisfied my feet feel good. Knock on wood, no issues so far. But at mile 18.2 things didn’t feel good. They felt off. I’m pretty sure my sock had just shifted a little. But inside my head, the damage had already been done over the past 18 miles and that toe nail was now hanging by a thread.
4. At mile 19.6 of my 23 mile long run, I tripped on a little edge on the sidewalk, my feet came out from under me and I was falling face first towards the sidewalk with my arms flailing wildly. I barely caught myself. My heart was racing and I became convinced I was having some sort of panic attack and was going to fall out on the floor from lack of oxygen. Naturally, I managed to keep running despite that because I’m a spaz and I wasn’t falling out. But in my head, I was falling out.
5. I lost actual sleep thinking about water filters for the water on our fridge door. Some people lose sleep worrying about world peace. Some people lose sleep worrying about what their kids will be when they grow up. I lose sleep worrying that I will forget to order water filters the next day because my brain is a sieve.
The only thing better than worrying about water filters is finally getting up at 4 am to order the water filters so I can stop worrying about them. Then in the morning I tell my husband about the ridiculousness of my concern with water filters and he tells me there are 3 new water filters in the closet at the bottom of the stairs. Um. Say what?
And let's agree to not even discuss the insanity of not just writing crap down instead of trying to memorize it and hoping I’ll remembering it in the morning. For a relatively bright girl, a sleep deprived haze really does a number on my common sense.