Ivy of poison

A couple of Saturdays ago I braved my own sense of discouragement and made a go at my first round of disc golf for the year. Seeing as it has been well over seven months since I've thrown and that last year my first throw resulted in the loss of one of my better discs, this round didn't seem too bad. That is until last Tuesday when I noticed a rash appearing in several places on my appendages. Yes, my first round of disc golf for the year happened to initiate my first round of poison ivy of the year. How convenient. Unfortunately, not having realized what I had contracted, I ran three miles on Sunday and biked for a half hour at the gym on Monday. Sweating profusely isn't the best remedy for the ivy.

On Wednesday my friend, and amateur botanist, Ryan informed me that poison ivy was at its most potent in its sprouting stages. I thought I could tough it out, and for the most part I did. Somehow this round of ivy barely itched at all, but yet was managing to spread itself without the help of my fingernails. By Friday I was ready to end it. I t had been a great week, weather wise, and was supposed to be nice most of the weekend and all I wanted to do was go running. If I didn't make a move on this ivy I wouldn't be running for several weeks. The nurse said the shot was going in my hip; it was not my hip. But then again she also said it would hurt, and it didn't hurt either.

With the ivy and a tight hamstring out of the way I was going to go running today. Except that it hasn't stopped raining long enough for me to get in a quick mile. Yeah, I could've gone to the gym, but I'm just not in the mood to run indoors. Tomorrow's forecast doesn't look much better. Thursday night is booked. My only hope is to get a run in before I get on the road Friday morning.

I realize that this might seem rather petty, I mean it's about me not being able to run, but it really has been one of the few things that has been going on in my life the past week. Lame, I know. But this coming weekend has got things looking up. After a phone call from Josh yesterday I was wishing I could leave for Wisconsin this morning. It certainly will be good to be in the company of the fam o' 104. Maybe clarity will come from such a journey, maybe not, but being with such people will be comfort enough. Also, I bought three tickets to the Wilco show in Davenport for the thirteenth of June, so I am opening up a contest [or something along those lines]. Let me know if you want to go and I will select two winners based on various requirements and whatnot [not a first come basis - sorry]. Okay, off to read more Harry Potter... [more addictive than crack cocaine]. you have my love.