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Some housekeeping:

Some personal things came up and Vegas is off the table for March. Thinking about rescheduling for June. I've known about this for a few weeks, but my heart ached so much at the thought that I couldn't bear to say it out loud (or type it, in this case). I sat on this knowledge for a week before I told boyfriend, and even then it was teary eyed and filled with anger. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say that it was beyond my control and I am sad.

Super, super sad.

Secondly, I am positively AWFUL at blogging over the weekend. I work a 40 hour week Monday-Thursday and then have a three-day weekend, so you would think that my work days would be super busy and my off days would be prime blogging time. Clearly not so. I'll see what I can do to work on that.

My gym buddy (boyfriend) has a raging case of ITBS and this weekend in exercising can be summed up in one word: FAIL. It's really hard for me to keep from giggling because (in my mind) ITBS stands for the Iowa Test of Basic Skills and I bet there are thousands of school aged kids that will testify that ITBS is a serious injury... bahahaha. But seriously. This ITBS stuff is no joke and I'm really worried I've lost my workout pal for the next 2-4 weeks, not to mention the half hour of time I'm losing every night to having to roll out his outer thigh with a rolling pin (he's not too big on foam rolling). He is MUCH more motivated than I am so his injury means that I'll have to muster inspiration on my own. Daaaaangerous times we're living in.

I went out for a sporadic run on Saturday and it had the potential to be wonderful. It was 7 km in no particular direction and things were going great until I entered University Heights. The sidewalks were completely frozen over without so much as a single crumble of salt. For fucking seriously, UH? It's mind boggling because it had been in the mid 40s earlier in the day and it was above freezing when I was out running which any reasonable person can deduce that the presence of frozen ice means that at no point in the recent days had the city bothered to salt the sidewalks. That ice had been there for days, if not weeks. Iowa City sidewalks: beautiful; Coralville sidewalks: fucking beautiful; University Heights: downright shameful.

And on a serious note...

I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm this morning with a raging headache. Not to tout myself as being special or anything, but I'm not allowed to have headaches. A headache for me is not just another bump in the road, it's not something I can shrug my shoulders at, pop some Tylenol and move on with my day. It's kind of a BFD.

My headaches are usually followed by an appointment with my neurologist. And then the flood of questions. It gets super personal super quickly, I have to know my stuff inside and out. What I've eaten, what I drink and how often, the times at which I've taken my meds, stress patterns, any recent changes in my schedule, how often I go to the bathroom (and what happens in the bathroom)... that's just the start. The saddest part about my condition is that I can't get a headache like everyone else. I can't chalk it up to stress and go about as usual. I'm not exactly sure what this morning's headache means, but I can tell you that it's gone. I'm still worried.

On a final happier note, I love my city. I spend a lot of time defending Iowa to outsiders, people who think we're country bumpkins living in fields of corn [true story, I have never been in a corn field]. I've never lived anywhere except for cities (Des Moines, the capital, and Iowa City, a decent size college down) butttttt... I have to admit something totally cringe worthy. I love that there are places not far from where I live where there are no street lights. A little farther out from that, there are no sidewalks. And a tiny stretch beyond that, there's no traffic. You can run down the middle of the road for miles and not have to worry about a car coming by. No one is lurking in the shadows waiting to attack you or rob you, we're just a bunch of happy people living our lives peacefully. Out in the country. Surrounded by corn.