Hold up, ya’ll … guess what I just got talked into …
Yep. My first 5K.
*high fives the monitor*
Oh yeah. I’m walking (cause who are we kidding, I don’t run, okay, maybe I run a little, and by a little, I mean about 20 steps) the 5K. Which, I just found out today, works out to be about 3.5 miles and NOT five miles like I first thought it was. Ha! (And you only THOUGHT I was an idiot!)
When I found out it was only 3.5(ish) miles, I was all like, “I’ll do it!” Cause I walk 3+ miles now whenever I do the treadmill thing.
Easy peasy.
So yeah. A bunch of us at work are going to do this and I can’t wait, actually. I don’t plan on hanging out with them the entire event, but it’ll be fun to start off with them and then talk/laugh about it later. And I LOVE walking outdoors. I’ll have my iPod playing some sweet walking tunes and it’s going to be fun zipping through all of the other walkers as I pump my arms and speed walk my way to the finish line.
(I’m one of those dorky walkers who pumps her arms … you know the ones I’m talking about. And don’t even tell me you don’t snort with amusement when you see them cause honestly? It does look pretty stupid. But it’s a GREAT workout for your arms).
Now I just hope it doesn’t rain cause this thing is a rain/shine sort of event.
I’m excited. I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a long time and now I have an excuse to do it. And it’s for a good cause. We’re raising money for the Children’s Miracle Network, a charity close to my heart (Dude was a preemie), and we’re raising money for the CARE mobile specifically, which is a mobile unit that doles out free health/dental care to about 10,000 children in surrounding areas every year.
Sweet!
I’ll be writing more about my experiences later. Stay tuned!
Yesterday was Administrative Professionals’ day. I had no idea. It’s not like I have that day clearly marked in red on my calendar and make a point of counting down the days until it arrives.
*ahem*
No really. I had no idea the day even existed until one of the nurses I work the closest with came up to me and said, “What type of topping do you want on your ice cream sundae?”
“Come again?”
“What do you want on your sundae? We have ….”
“Who’s paying for this?” I asked. (Cause nothing’s free, remember??)
She mumbled something, but I didn’t catch it. I learned from other people what day it was.
So, it was fun to be served by my boss.
I could get used to that. 🙂
I could get used to having free ice cream sundaes, too.
We had a meeting at 7:30 today. I wish they would get off the meetings kick. Meetings are okay, about once a month. But this bi-weekly thing is just annoying.
Especially when your boss calls in sick and doesn’t even make it in after she made a point of sending everyone a reminder email the day before.
And when we all sit around and stare at each other because there’s no one there to lead the meeting and we really don’t have anything to talk about.
TALK ABOUT ANNOYING.
Hey. I got an hour overtime so I’m not complaining … too loudly.
But still. I’m lobbying for monthly meetings from now on because I would rather sleep in an extra thirty minutes, quite frankly.
So we all voted on our next color. For those of you that don’t know, we wear different colored scrubs every day.
Olive on Monday
Eggplant on Tuesday
Teal on Wednesday
Lavender on Thursday (*puke*)
Wine on Friday
Olive was the oldest color, so that’s now out. And though I TRIED to rally the troops to get rid of that gawd-awful lavender color (seriously, it’s like we’re all at work in our pajamas – I DESPISE that color, i.e. Thursdays), I was out voted.
Olive is out and Charcoal Gray is in. (It’s technically called “pewter” in the Cherokee brand).
Now. If I can only persuade the girls to mix the colors/days up a bit so that we end up wearing that gawd-awful Lavender color (*puke*) on Fridays instead of Thursdays, because Fridays are our slow day and we rarely have a doctor in on Fridays, so there won’t be that many people who SEE us in our PJ’s …
I’m a rebel, people. I’ll have those girls eating out of the palm of my hand before very long, mark my words.
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