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By the way, today was one of my hardest exercise days ever, BUT I’d already gotten in over 11000 steps.   Yep, 11000 before exercise, and I’ve got 16305 now.  I’m not kidding.

The pedometer was enlighting today.  I know why I go home so exhausted now.  I did about 2000 steps for each run. 

Here’s a typical run.  Wait for the judges to let us walk the course.  Walk the course, twice.  Go to the restroom, walk the course one more time if there is time.  Watch the class before finish.  Go get the dog.  Walk the dog long enough to go to the restroom.  Good news, is both girls are usually fast.  Wander around a lot bit as I’m waiting.  Run the course with the dog.  Walk dog to treats and give them treats.  Walk them back to the crates — lately in the car and then go back to ringside.

Yeah, it’s a lot of walking.  Like I said, 2000 steps worth.

Today was weird.  I got up and it was 57 degrees.  Decided to leave new Landend underwear at home, along with propane heater.  It steadily got warmer.

Sometime around noon, my knee started aching.  A few minuutes later, I felt a little colder.  Then it got REAL cold.  We had some light rain, then some really hard rain.  Finally it stopped raining — poor storm phobic dog was in the crate in the car the whole time and as a result she was very freaky.

Oh, and we didn’t Q.  Poor Marcie has a horrible ear infection and her ear flaps are inflamed.  Got together with my friends and we decided on Neosporin with pain reliever.  I’m hoping she feels better tomorrow.  She had to stop and shake her head on almost every jump. 

Yes, I’m exhausted.

Of course, it upset me at the time.  And in fact, I had a battle with agrophobia after my father died.  Of course, before cellphones I never went anywhere without someone knowing where I was going and when I was expected back.  Before cellphones I also didn’t go anywhere without a handitalkie and without radio equipment in the car.

Now I don’t go anywhere without a cell phone.  I still have the ham radio equipment but don’t carry it as rabidly as I did.

It was very empowering though.  Even before I went through the police academy, I knew I could take on anyone, and am even worse after.  I will say, that I felt safest when I had my GSD, and really miss her.  I’d like to have another companion like her again someday though she did scare my husband a few times when he came in too late.  She was acceptally well trained — I was very lucky as one of my police friends was working at a local university for a while and she and I used to go on patrol with him. 

I said something about it at school the other day, and now wish I hadn’t because one of our other teachers told that she had been raped by an acquintance when she was about the same age.  My experience was empowering, hers was directly the opposite. 

I’m seeing my endo on Tuesday, and I’ve sent an email with a head’s up.  I want to talk to him about switching to Byetta from Symlin for at least a short trial.  I’m not losing weight, and in fact am gaining weight.

It’s been very frustrating, especially since I did have good results on the Symlin before.

This post has nothing to do with diabetes.  I’ve been very intrigued, as is everyone else, about the two boys who were recovered from a child abductor.  I am very happy for both families. 

I spent some time watching Oprah, and the retired FBI guy and author got me.  Why?  Because I too was almost abducted and never told my parents.

We were living in Detroit at the time between 7 mile and 8 mile road, on East Outer Drive (next to the Polish Century Club.  I went to Osborne High school and walked from our apartment complex to school and back each day.

An older guy joined me one day, and tried to get me to come with him.  When I wouldn’t go, he grabbed me  and tried to drag me away.  I kicked him hard and ran, and didn’t stop until I was at the complex and sure I had gotten away from him.

I didn’t tell my parents because they were already upset and dismayed at where we were living.  This was supposed to be a better opportunity for my father, but the complex was just horrible.  The police did not respond when they were needed, so I knew that wasn’t an option anyway.

So I went back to school the next day and told one my girlfriends.  She took me to some guys at the school she knew and had me tell them what happened.  I was walked home the rest of the school year.  They also told me that they would make sure the guy wasn’t in the neighborhood anymore. 

Every since then, I’m not comfortable without a ready means on communication and I always let someone know where I am going.

So I certainly understand either of the boys not telling what happened, and especially not letting their parents know.  Hopefully the creep that abducted them can be proscuted without the boy’s participation.  They’ve been through enough, and I’m not sure Oprah was a good idea.