Well, poop.

It’s been a challenging couple of weeks.

First week, we had a not-so-pleasant encounter with a person whose communication skills left a lot to be desired, and it left both Greg and I very frustrated and angry. (And a little worried about potentially getting into trouble, which thankfully did not happen). We could have handled some of the situation better on our end, but mostly, we were left with that hyped-up negativity that comes from close quarters on ships, and the inability to be away from what is getting your proverbial goat.

photo credit: Enokson via photopin cc
photo credit: Enokson via photopin cc

I would say that’s the number two down-side to ship living for me – you can’t go home and blow off steam. You’re essentially always shoulder to shoulder with triggers and button-pushers. I will say this – that encounter inspired a really strong run on my part. I channeled my frustration into my legs, and ran faster than I have in a long time.

On the flip side, I had another great run this week. I’d been feeling poorly, missed a day at the gym after a sudden bout of “who knows what’s going on in my stomach right now” (ah, ship food) and coaxed myself to the gym with a promise to “take it easy”. Of course I was lying. I pushed myself again to run faster and farther than the anger-inspired run (thank you, ENERGYbits). I was really proud of that run, proud of myself for dragging my ass up to do it on a day when I was utterly uninspired. I quickly logged on to the internet to try and upload some stats when my heart came crashing to the floor.

My dad’s dog had died.

Sweet Bella
Sweet Bella

Little Bella, who we all loved so much, had been struggling with pneumonia for a couple of weeks, had managed to get well enough to go home from the special care clinic, when suddenly she wasn’t doing well anymore. It was such a shock to me and Greg since we’d worried the whole time she was in the hospital, and we’d breathed such a sigh of relief when we knew she was at home.Which leads me to my number one down-side to ship living. We’re away from family. As sad as we are, we know how much Bella was a ray of sunshine to my dad and step-mom. We know how doted upon and loved that little dog was, and we’re broken hearted for them.

And frankly, I’m not sure even a hard, fast run can ease that ache, but it can’t hurt to try.

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