I said no thank you, gave the front desk my frames for new lenses, and left.
Let me explain. You know that episode of Friends, when Rachel is so freaked out about touching her eye that she can't even put eye drops in? That's me.
I always swore I'd never wear contacts. So when my doctor even mentioned it, I ran. My mom tried to convince me otherwise, saying that she really thought it could change my life. (In addition to vision and headache issues, I am tired more often than I should be because of all the stress on my noggin.) The following week, my headaches got worse than ever and I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I called the doctor and made an appointment to get fitted for contacts.
The appointment was last Friday. I was there for a good three hours. The majority of the time was spent attempting to put contacts in on my own. The doctor told me that taking them out is the hardest part. I like that man but he is a liar. Taking them out is infinitely easier for me than putting them in. At about 5 PM (my appointment was at 2) they finally told me to go home. I'd successfully gotten them in and taken them out a total of one time.
The next day was the Cupid's Chase 5K. I was so tired after the race that I decided to skip the contacts that day. I've worn them every day since, though, each time for a bit longer than the day before.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I've had a few meltdowns over this. It's kind of a lifestyle change, in a way. I'm still struggling to put them in and it's endlessly frustrating, though it does seem to get a bit better each day. I have another appointment today to assess the past week and see where we go from here.
Last night was another point of discomfort: attending my half marathon team's meet and greet party. I don't care how old I am; I think walking into a party alone will always be a challenge. I guess I'll just never be that confident. I knew a few girls ahead of time but it was still incredibly intimidating walking into a really loud bar by myself and waiting to see someone I recognized. I met some really nice people and now I won't feel quite as timid heading to our first group run on Saturday.
But, today. Today is Friday! And not only that - it's a new month! I can't say I'm sad to see February go. I'm ready for new beginnings and warmer weather. And in that spirit, I want to share my workout calendar here as today marks the start of something else - my new Move Your Booty goal! 22 workouts in a month!