I shaved my knuckle...

That's right. Just one of them. "Karen, why would you do that? I can't imagine you needing to shave", you ask. Well pull up a chair and let me tell you a story about being in a rush and the kindness of strangers...

I got up at my usual dark-thirty (also known as 4:44 am) for a morning swim. My legs were a bit tired so I talked myself into half a workout or 1500 meters. I don't know why but that swim was painful. My only thought was that it had probably been a month since I swam at all so I lost some of my conditioning. It wasn't excrutiating but just tougher than I thought it should have been. I did a 500 warm-up, 500 pulling, 500 kick and called it a day.

I might have mentioned this before but I have food issues. My current addiction is a bacon, egg and cheese breakfast sandwich from Panera. Heaven on ciabatta bread! So... yes, put two and two together... short workout equals time to get to Panera before work! Must rush as boss is a lunatic for timeliness... I would love to delight you with stories of my office but you never know who is watching. Yes, I am paranoid. Suffice it to say, the show The Office has nothing on us. Fleece was banned last year by my boss. He wore fleece a week or so after he banned it. He was called out on his apparel choice to which he said "this is not fleece, it is polyester". He immediately held an impromptu company wide vote (30 people) on whether or not what he had was fleece. It was determined that it was indeed fleece. I could go on all day but you get the idea... so... I need to be or time or face the chopping block. Not worth it for a sandwich but today I would have time. or so I thought...

After the swim I head to the locker room to start the daily ritual. I reach into my gym bag and grab the ziploc bag that contains my shampoo, soap, and RAZOR. As I am scooping up the bag, my hand jams into the razor and shaves off quite the hunk of skin on my middle finger. OUCH OUCH OUCH. Moment of shock. Blood gushing. Literally dripping into my bag as I am frantically searching for a bandaid. Success! Found one! So there would be no point in putting on the bandaid before the shower, since it is my only one, it will be useless as soon as it gets wet. Blood still gushing, I have ruined one of the lovely complimentary LFT towels by this point (I'm sorry LFT!). I try to get as clean as one can with their hand gushing blood. Finally dry off and apply the band aid which immediately is beyond usefulness (i really could have used several). So I am finishing my primping meanwhile blotting the bandaid which is desperately needing to be changed. I finally get ready and am heading out the door lugging my 50 pound gym bag, wearing 4 inch heels that the strap doesn't quit keep them from flip flopping, feeling like a wreck with a handful of bloody tissues. Quite the image. So here comes the good part.... some sweet girl I have never seen before tells me "you look pretty today" as I am walking out. AWWWWWWWW Thank you random lady, I needed that! You know you read those motivational stories all the time - you never know how one kind word can change a person's day. Well, that was my kind word. It made my whole day :) So, the moral of this bloody, disgusting story is a kind word can go a long way!

In case you are wondering, I never did get that sandwich but I did get to work 10 minutes early. :)