The Worst First Day EVER

Somtimes I feel that GOD likes to test me. I have no idea why. Sometimes I wonder if I passed or failed. Sometimes I wonder if the test was the situation or the outcome. I may never know....



My first day of work at my first BIG GIRL job was Tuesday, September 8th, 2009. A day that will live in infamy.

{In an effort to bring you up to speed, I'd like to start with a look at the days prior to my first day: The previous week, I worked a ton of hours at a 10-day catering event in Shelbyville. The hours were long. The work was hard. I was exhausted. SO, I came home and slept for 14 hours on Sunday when the event was over. Then, on Monday, I was outside all day (because it was the perfect day to be outside) and then had 2 margaritas at dinner. Now, I do not drink a lot but I do enjoy a drink on occasion. For instance, we had a drink most nights after catering all day last week. AND I failed to run for about a week because of our crazy schedule and my lack of sleep.}

Speeding up to my first day - I woke up at 5:30am. Drove to Granny White Park and proceeded to run 5 miles. I only made it 4 miles before I realized that I had to head home to get ready for work. I was super overheated as I drove home which never happens so I wrote it off. THEN, I get home, rush around like a chicken with my head cut off to get ready. Shower, Makeup, Hair, Ironing, Make lunch, Make breakfast, ahh! At 8:45 I was walking out the door for work and felt super queasy. I figured that my blood sugar was just low because I hadn't eaten anything yet that day. On my 4minute commute to work, I demolished a banana and an entire bottle of water. Blood sugar was good.

I get to work, meet up with the HR lady that will be showing me how to start my training modules. Thankfully, I had my own cubicle and was basically given the autonomy to start and break whenever I wanted to as long as I finished all of the online stuff by the end of the day. At about 9:30, my stomach was churning. Exorcist stuff. So, realizing what was about to happen, I sprinted to the OTHER SIDE of the floor I was on to the women's bathroom and proceeded to puke multiple times.

I felt better after a few minutes so I headed back to my desk. Then, like clockwork, at 10 it happened again. Ran to the bathroom, etc. etc. I spent about an hour total in the bathroom before 12noon on Tuesday. It was absolute insanity. I told myself that I wouldn't alert anyone unless I started puking blood (which i've never done) so basically I had decided that I wouldn't go home sick ON MY FIRST DAY. Go figure. After lunch, I felt much better. On the bright side: I set the bar really low on the first day. No matter how bad or stressful it gets, it'll probably never be that bad again.

Anyway, my official diagnosis is dehydration. I didn't drink nearly enough water and had been eating poorly for about a week. My body revolted. Shocker.

Needless to say, I learned my lesson.

Morale of the story: Junk food, alcohol and skipping breakfast are all TERRIBLE ideas when you're training for a half marathon.


Joyfully his.

Emotions Are Easy For Some

Emotions are easy. They are hard to harness - especially because most refuse to even try.

I genuinely struggle with those who think with their emotions. To me, work is work; business is business. Leave your crap at the door.

In an effort to not sound heartless, I understand that people have bad days. I get that. I understand that sometimes we feel so overwhelmed that we just explode. I get that, too. But I am also an advocate for staying in check with your emotions. If you are an emotion thinker, try to self-evaluate the next time you have a problem. Look at the facts before getting emotional. Pray. Meditate. Do whatever it takes to keep your mind clear.

You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

You know who you are.



Joyfully his.