Our current landlord had requested that we give her a time when she’d be able to show the place to prospective renters. We told her that today between 1 and 5 was fine but to let me know the exact time so I could take Murphy out of the house. He’s what you’d call a friendly greeter. I have a lot of friendly bruises and scratches from his greetings. So, yesterday was spent doing a ton of cleaning. Jason and I are not the neatest of folk and we really didn’t want our landlord to see evidence of that. It was kind of a pain and I got side tracked a lot, but I got a lot stuff packed away and ended up with a mostly clean house.
My landlord was supposed to email me last night with the time but she didn’t until this morning, saying she was playing phone tag with her renter and that it would be between 3:30 and 5. So around noon, Jason and I loaded up about 6 bags of crap for Goodwill and put it in his car. We drove to this grocery store parking lot where there is always a Goodwill truck and the truck wasn’t there. Jason had to go to work, so all the crap is still in his car. Don’t rob him. Trust me, you wouldn’t want it this stuff anyway. Throwing out bags of old clothes is kind of therapeutic actually. Or rather, donating them, not throwing them out. Or just putting them into the back seat of Jason’s car so I don’t have to see them.
I got home and Murphy is dying for a walk but I was waiting to hear from my landlord so I could kill two birds with one stone and she finally wrote back at like 3 saying the girl flaked out. Ugh. I was kind of waiting around for nothing which is annoying, but it did force me to get a lot done. If I didn’t think they were coming today, I’m sure I would have not gotten half the stuff done that I did yesterday.
I went to the gym and did 30 minutes on the treadmill while listening to a Savage Love podcast. Does anyone else listen to that? It makes me feel so innocent! I did a quarter mile at 6.7 mph, a quarter mile at 3.5 mph for the entire 30. Then I did some abs. Here’s where the hobble part comes in. I mentioned that my heel has been bothering me. It’s weird, it’s on and off. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it feels like a bruise and sometimes like something is pinching me. But not all the time. And it actually doesn’t hurt when I run. It kind of starts stinging after though. My self-diagnosis is plantar faciitis even though my mother doesn’t think that’s what it is. I mean, isn’t that a pretty common running injury that makes your heel hurt? I solicited some advice on facebook and have been told to massage with a tennis ball, get some arch supports for my feet and to stick them in ice water for exactly 23 minutes. That one is kind of odd. Has anyone ever dealt with plantar faciitis before? If this is what it is, I think it’s a pretty mild case, but I’ve never really had a running injury before. Hell, I’m not even running that much lately.