Today, at 3:30pm, the “Flag Day” ceremony starts, where we find out when we’re moving out of DC, and most importantly, where are we moving to. On our bidlist, there are about 70 different posts, in 37 different countries. That’s right, by the end of the year, we could be living in almost any of these continents:
We could be leaving DC as soon as April, or as late as next year (if Karl gets assigned to a DC post right away). We go back and forth between wanting to leave as soon as possible or getting language training and leaving a bit later (though we do not want a DC post at all — I mean, I have quit my job already!).
I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I’m now a ball of anxiety. This whole process? It’s nerve-wrecking. Wish me luck, and you bet tomorrow you’ll get to find out where we will end up.
Now onto the running. Remember how Saturday was supposed to be my BIG COMEBACK? Well, I went out, ran 3 miles (with some walking involved as some parts of the trail were super-icy), and all was good. I was huffing and puffing in a way that you wouldn’t think that 3 months ago (today), I was running my second marathon in three weeks. I knew I would have lost my endurance, but still sucks to get confirmation of it.
Unfortunately, 2011 has not been good to me running-wise. The hip started to bother me early enough on the run, and by the time I cooled down at home, it really flared up, and I was limping the rest of the day, even canceled my plans that night since getting out of the couch was super-painful, and I couldn’t bear the thought of walking anywhere, or standing at a bar. It was a bit better yesterday, and a LOT better today, so I might just go for a few more runs this week, and see what happens before my PT on Friday (I better go there with pain, so he knows what to fix).
Either way, one thing is for sure: the cortisone shot did nothing. Either it was not given at the right location, or is not an IT band issue after all.
And the saga continues…