This could be the day...I get to work on time

RUN 5 miles in about 50 mins, 5 minute tempo intervals on track
COMMUTE 13.8 miles

Woke up still feeling strong, and alone. The voices are quiet. Like the backwood girls in the book I enjoyed as a kid (still have a copy of the book), the BG's would normally follow me around and oddly enough talk about me in the third person. I know, I know, makes little sense. But to me was the normal.

Now is quiet. Sometimes I turn around and look to prove they really aren't there right now. How long will this last?

Up early and on time for the run, the weather channel said rain possible from 8-11. But when I took Puppy into the alley for the ride to the track there were dark clouds suggesting rain at more like 6am. Oops.  Rode to track anyway, got an easy mile in with light rain before BE joined in. He drove, and turns out he also wanted to get to work on time today.

He had his HR monitor on, and ironically after programming mine yesterday I forgot to wear the chest strap today. Duh. BE clocked the intervals of
4 mins 70% (1 min 60%)   8  and 7:55-8
3 mins 80% (2 min 60%)   7:25  and 7:20
2 mins 85% (3 mins 60%)  7  and  6:51
and 1 min 90% (4 mins 60%)  6:34 

These felt great, I just ran and ignored the HR. Garmin says the run intervals were pretty speedy for me right now -- I added them in above. Really? Is this right? Or is the garmin cutting corners on me?  And since no HR chest strap, no HR data. We walked the 60% sections. I'd rather have jogged, but I followed his lead.

BE and I talked about the rain. He said he thinks of it as an emotional amplifier. Never thought of it that way! So we decided that since we were enjoying the run, the rain made it all the better.

Home with the goal of getting showered and fed and walked and out the door to get to work closer to 9am, instead of my usual-of-late 10am. WIN!
---
As for my mental state. I think the word is insecure about things with SO. I want to ask, is everything OK? And has something changed? That's where I am on that. Just want to know. I hate the "waiting" I think I'm doing, waiting for him to message (none yesterday), and only a brief reply to mine this morning. Just want to know. Did I do something? Did I not do something? Is it me at all? This isn't the first time I've wondered this.
---
As for my This could be the day -- put that in my tattoo?  haha, run out of skin trying to get all these words in. But today I'm moving on getting estimates for house jobs that need to be done. No more optimistically hoping that Dad or TV or someone might be available to help me with it. What are they supposed to do, read my mind? If I can't bring myself to ask a favor, then I need to grow the fuck up.

Same goes for my left neck and shoulder. The tingly/stabbing pain is spreading out from the spine into my left shoulder, behind the shoulder blade. I should call Dr L, but feel like such a nag for doing so. So no complaining until you grow the fuck up and call.