After that restful night's sleep, I knew the only thing that could salvage my day would be a run, even a stupid low mileage stroller run. If I want to get the maximum amount of stroller miles in, I have to time it to happen when the baby will fall asleep. Her patience for being strapped in a seat is much longer if she's not awake. As soon as Faith got on the bus to go to school, I wrapped the baby in layers of fleece and tucked her into her stroller with a blanket and the weather shield. As I was messing with all of that, I dropped my Garmin on the garage floor and the metal closing thingy (latch?) snapped off into multiple pieces. Whatever, I'll just carry it in my hand from now on.
Since I broke my iPod last week by putting it in the washer, my husband generously offered to lend me his to use while I ran. I like to listen to music sometimes to drown out the maddening "click click click" of the dog's toe nails on the pavement. The first mile of my run was great, the baby was sleeping, there wasn't much wind, and I finally had music again. Then it just stopped. I picked up the iPod out of the cupholder on the stroller and saw the screen doing crazy things and then that unhappy Apple icon popped up right before it went completely black.
I finished up the 6 mile run in silence, cursing myself for breaking my husband's iPod. He's had that thing forever, it's basically an antique. Once I got home, I unwrapped the fleece burrito baby and called the treadmill company tech support. After talking through the issue, the tech realized I had no fucking clue what I was doing and probably shouldn't have been allowed to attempt the fix on my own.
Seriously though, he had no idea so he's sending me three replacement parts because it has to be one of those three things. This time I will either hire someone or just have my husband do it because I'm not getting near a screwdriver again. I don't even know how I cut myself, but I have a gash in the palm of my hand and that seems like a sign that I should delegate this task. The tech support guy did say that it was possible that there is just another part broken (a speed sensor) and my assembly skills were fine.
Here's the really fun part: it's going to be 4 to 5 business days until I get the parts.
That means I'm not going to have my treadmill this whole week at least. Next week it won't matter because my husband is off work, but it's not going to be easy to get a tech out here to repair my treadmill on Christmas week.
Not having my treadmill for one week was bad, but in a "Hey, this is a good lesson in patience!" way. I cleaned and organized things in my spare time and stayed optimistic about the whole thing. This week I'm having serious thoughts about taking down a portion of my back fence so I could run laps around my house while the baby naps, all while holding my strapless Garmin in my sweaty hand.
I'd say this is rock bottom, but it's only Tuesday.
How is your week going? Better than mine I hope.