Eric and I were extremely lucky and kept our power throughout Hurricane Sandy last night. I feel terrible for all those who didn't and who suffered damage. Our electricity flickered quite a bit, and actually went out for about 5-10 minutes a few times. One of those times I posted on Facebook that we lost power, and right away a bunch of considerate, well meaning friends responded with kind messages. When it came back on, I couldn't bring myself to update my status, because I was afraid somehow it would anger Sandy and she'd take our power away for good.
I am really embarrassed to admit that's how I think. I'm usually firmly entrenched on the cynical side of these things: I don't believe in psychics or paranormal activity, I'm a strict follower of research backed, western medicine only, and as a child I proved numerous times that Bloody Mary wouldn't appear in the bathroom mirror even if you said her name three times. Yet for some reason I live in fear of jinxing myself and I'm always knocking on wood. So I felt really bad, but I just ignored Facebook after it came back on, and laugh all you want, but it worked.
Of course, I didn't really have anything to fear, except being cold and bored if we lost power. We rent a third floor apartment, so there wasn't a huge chance of sustaining damage, and any damage to the building wouldn't be our problem. Plus, as I said yesterday, I married a doomsday prepper. Zombie apocalypse? Bring it on. He had all this ready to go in case things took a turn for the worst and a tree came down on us, forcing us to evacuate.
He's so much more useful than me. My worst case scenario plan was to text my closest friend to make sure she had enough wine in case we needed to crash there (she had just opened a box, so we were in good shape).
Around 11, we hunkered down and had a slumber party in the living room. There's a huge tree right outside our bedroom window that was swaying like crazy, and we don't like taking chances.
Beautiful picture. I'll probably frame it. I was half asleep and Eric was watching a movie on his phone with earbuds so he wouldn't keep me awake. Then I obsessively checked twitter for the 571st time, and saw this.
|The white arrow was pointing directly at us.|
I was pretty freaked out, and the winds were howling like crazy, but, once again, we were super lucky and the storm passed.
Today is rainy and cold. I wanted to use the "I can't possibly run in a hurricane!" excuse, but that's really a huge lie. I'll just tell it like it is and say I was cuddled up in a fluffy robe on the couch reading Games of Thrones and had absolutely no desire to go out in rainy, cold, windy weather and force my sore legs to run. Plus, those brownies I baked yesterday weren't going to eat themselves.
I guess I never mentioned in my past two posts that my weekly running mileage for last week was 81 miles. It's really important that I bring that up, because it's never happened before and may never happen again. I don't know if it totally counts because I did a lot of walking in Fire on the Mountain, but it's still a big number.
Here's a picture from the end of Fire on the Mountain that really demonstrates just how thrilled I was to have to run an extra half mile or whatever carrying a log before finishing. Shelly, on the other hand, looks fantastic.
On the bright side, that's my car right behind us, so you really can't beat that parking spot. And all I had to do was wake up at 2:40am to get it.
Do you believe in anything supernatural? Do you knock on wood if you think you jinx yourself?