Friday, April 24, 2009

Stoopidity Hurts

This will be something I will never live down. This is the latest in Sammi's Daily Adventures, but this sure takes the cake recently.

At work, our HR department promotes healthy lifestyles and therefore implements what we call "Active for Life." We usually do about three rounds of it a year or so, and we just concluded one this last month. As a last hoop-la, they decided to start an annual 5K. I sincerely was thrilled. I wasn't planning on running it, just walking, but I'm good at walking. Walking is something I can easily do, and do for a good long time and I enjoy it - I did three miles a day with Lidia. No problem right?

Anyways. The day of the event arrives. I was in charge of breakfast for the morning meeting and as I was in a hurry to leave my house, I forgot my "walking" shoes. I get to work and the day proceeds, well I get the brilliant idea to still do the 5K without the proper shoes. I don't know what was wrong with my brain that day, but it seemed logical. After all, it was just walking. After work, I drive to the center where we are meeting to begin the meet. Seeing the face of one of the HR managers should have been my clue that wearing HEELS to a 5K event was not the brightest idea, but NO my pride clouded my already dimmed mind and I waved off the warnings and decided to do it.

The event begins. I'm off to a great start. I'm walking and talking with some of my favorite work people and thinking to myself, "This shouldn't be too bad. I wear heels all the time. Besides, my feet function better in heels than flats." We round mile one and all I'm feeling is the blasting sun on my dark brown work pants. Let me tell you, that should have been a sight for the cars driving by - girlwalking in business attire with high heels in a 5K event surrounded by people in their sweats, running shoes and pushing cute running strollers. Oh well. Nothing embarrasses Sammi. I am She-Rah look at me accomplishing a 5K and all - in heels.

Then fate has a wicked sense of humor. Time seemed to slow at this point. I round the corner to Mile 2 and I'm still kicking it and in good time too! Even compared to the runners! Ah, but as luck would have it, I step slightly off and a piece of devil-ish gravel slips into my brown high heel. I take one glorious step and *SOUND OF BANGING DRUMS!* Nature's little rock made a literal imprint on my foot. I immediately stop bear a tough grin to my walking-mates and tell them to keep going and that I need to "clear the gravel from my shoe." I took off my shoe and shook out the rocks - including the one that nearly killed me. West Valley isn't dangerous, the roads are. By this point, I'm in pain from the slice in my foot, but what the hey, I only had a mile left right? WRONG. I blame my next mile's decisions on my blinding pain in my right foot. I decided to keep going and I continued WALKING IN MY HEELS! All that proved to do is rip my skin even further. When I got to the point of only half a mile left, I couldn't take it anymore and I took my heels off. I turned the corner to head back to our Center and I see grass! GLORIOUS grass!!!!! I skip to the grass and let me foot enjoy the damp, cool feeling. *FIREWORKS IN MY EYELIDS!!!* I stumble and look down to notice a pine needle lodged in the wound. What is the matter with me?!?!

Get this...this is my "brightest crayon in the box" moment. A fellow employee passes me at that moment and offers me a ride to the end. What do I do? I DECLINE!!!!! I decide to finish the 5K, because it's not like my foot can get any worse at this point. I could have sawed it off and it would have relieved the pain. I saw the laughter in his eyes as he drove away.

Anyways, I finish the 5K! Yay me! But only after 55 MINUTES! Which is humiliating considering I can usually WALK one in 35-40 minutes! I was in so much excruciating pain that I walked through the finish line and to my car and drove home. Once I got home I stuck my swollen dirty foot into an ice cold tub of water where I notice that I lodged a ROCK under my skin far up from the cut. My wound wasn't done developing yet... Time for some boy-scout surgery...

***** GRAPHIC PICS *****

This is me cutting through my skin to that black PEBBLE lodged in my foot...

And after the surgery....

I may not seem bad, but it does prevent me from walking and it still stings. I cried to my mom about my pain and suffering and all she can do (understandably) is laugh and spread the story.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Inside of me lives a skinny girl dying to get out!

It has been such a long time since I've blogged! But I haven't because nothing too exciting has happened lately in my life! And in all honestly, I've been really down lately. This is normal I've noticed for me whenever seasons change...especially when the weather is bi-polar! Oh well, regardless of how I feel, life is great and I need to pick back up and realize it!

With me being down however, it has had it's rewards...I've had a LOT of time to think and re-analyze my life and what I want to do with it. I'm in a very fragile stage of life where one decision permanently affects my life so I need to be careful, but the only things I can think of decision-wise, are how I feel inside and how my decisions will reflect how I want Sammi to actually be. Like the popular quote I've heard, "Inside of me lives a skinny girl dying to get out..." I have realized I have a few of those!

Haha! Inside of me lives a skinny girl DYING to get out! And she will!

Inside of me lives a successful girl waiting for an opportunity to get out.

Inside of me lives a confident girl waiting to finally accept herself.

Inside of me lives an extremely heart-broken girl waiting for her real chance at love!

Inside of me lives a smart girl wanting to know everything.

Inside of me lives an adventurous girl planning a world-wide vacation.

Inside of me lives a brave girl attempting to conquer her fears.

I want what I desire and yet I haven't figured out a way to actually accomplish them... And I'm impatient so I want it now!

I am grateful, inside, that I am going through this temporary trial, because I already can see it defining me, but I must admit, I am excited to escape life for a bit next month when I head to Guatemala. I need to clear my head and re-focus on what is really important in life. I need to be happy first, and settle my life the best way I want it to be, and the rest will fall into place. I'm so grateful to my supportive friends who have given me encouragement and endless love! Thank you, you'll never know how much I love you!

PS I swear I'm okay! Just stuck in a rut!

Watch out world, because here I come! :)