Denting and Venting

Yesterday was pretty tough all around.  Sorry I didn't post, but I wasn't feeling very post worthy at the time.  I had a tough day at the station where I volunteer with the software not working to edit audio spots.  What was supposed to take me two hours took five.  I then rushed to pick up my husband, pick up something at the post office (which takes forever here in Grenada with customs), then run home.  I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I had a workout with the team in less than an hour.  This is never a good combo, as I tend to get nauseous when I exert myself too hard if I have recently eaten.  

Since I needed to get to practice, I wolfed down a small salad and raced out the door. I got there in my biking gear with my bike ready to go.  However, when I started to pull into a parking spot, the security guard stopped me.  He pointed to the guy I had been following who had passed the spot and who I thought was driving on.  Apparently, he was pulling forward only to slam his huge truck into reverse and go into the parking spot I was already halfway in.  I nodded and started to put my car in reverse to let him have the spot, but thought instead I would lay on my horn as he was coming back too fast for me to get out of the way in time.  Needless to say, he didn't hear me and slammed into my car, denting the left front door.  What followed was him apologizing, but failing to give me anything more than a phone number as he ran into work.  I'm sure he was late, but I needed insurance information and a promise to pay for damages to my car.  I called my husband and he told me to call the police.  I called and they sent a traffic cop over, who determined, despite the fabrications from the guy's friends who had "seen everything" that he was innocent and I had somehow pulled forward just in time for him to hit me, that he was at fault.  But, since traffic cops can't mitigate accidents in parking lots, it was all a big show anyway.  My tri team left on their bikes while I was sorting it out and I drove home with no workout, a dented car, and a slightly stiff neck.  Considering the last time I tried to ride with them I went down on a slick grate and was hurt pretty badly, I think I need to just give up biking on Grenadian streets and stick to my trainer at home. 

Next week midterms start for my husband, who is studying medicine at SGU.  I have decided to take a bit of a break and help him study.  I am going for a five-mile walk tomorrow with some friends up steep hills, and I will probably run around the neighborhood on Sunday in a longer run.  But, I'm going to skip swimming with my team today in the ocean in favor of helping him get ready for his tests next week.  I'm still debating whether I will join them for the longer run on Sunday morning.  I'm not sure I will be able to keep up. We will see if running here or running with them wins out.  

I did get busy in the kitchen today.  I made arugula "feta" pizza with spicy cashew kale chips.  Very yummy! It was the perfect Friday food!