the great switch fiasco
Let’s just say that yesterday was a major life FAIL. I’m not even sure I should be posting this on the internet for fear of the world thinking I’m a total idiot and that I’m completely helpless…but I have no shame.
Let’s set the scene: It’s about 3:30pm, and I’m getting ready to head out to run. I turn on the lights in the bathroom, and when I attempt to turn them off, I realize that the exhaust fan not only won’t turn off, but it appears to be blowing hot air into the bathroom and smells like a hair dryer on the fritz. Maybe I’m just paranoid in life, or perhaps it’s burn unit paranoia, but I immediately thought that the apartment was going to catch on fire and freaked out. I called my dad (he was in meetings), put out a plea on twitter, and attempted to call our super who wasn’t answering the phone. Called the management who called the super…he called me back and told me to turn off the circuit breaker…as if I know where that is! (Okay, it’s right inside the door when you walk in…I don’t exactly live in a mansion.)
I manage to turn off the circuit breaker to the exhaust fan…so that was good. Except when I tried to turn on the lights/fan, it turned on…and would turn back off again. I waited around for the super to show up and explained all of this to him…to which he nicely (in not an “omg you’re an idiot” voice) told me that the third switch on the bathroom panel is for the heater. Which comes out of the exhaust fan. Which I apparently never knew about. And I must have hit the switch and turned the heater on without realizing that that’s what it was.
It should have come looking like this. Labeled. Switches for dummies.
I’m not even sure that this qualifies as a that’s what boys are for moment, more of a “Susan, how do you ever make it through the day” moment. Anyway, crisis averted (not that there ever was one…), and I didn’t burn down the apartment. Uhhhh.
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Luckily for me, I’m much more competent when it comes to running. Part of Jason’s Christmas present to me was a marathon training plan…he’s a bit speedy himself, so he took the liberty to write me up a twelve week plan. Let’s hope it works! It looks pretty good…we shall see. Anyway, today called for three miles at 7:00 pace, with a three mile warm up and three mile cooldown. After the little fiasco above, I set out for the west side highway (fabulous) to do a little workout. In reality, I was hiding my face from everyone in Central Park who clearly knew about what an idiot I am. It must have been tattooed on my face…I swear. Anyway, very few people were out on the west side highway, so it worked out well.
Tuesday, January 4
9.17 miles in 1:09:50, avg pace of 7:37
Three mile splits: 6:53, 6:57, 6:49
I’ll take it. This felt on the harder side, especially since I was running into the wind most of the way (maybe), but manageable. My new marathon goal (oh yeah, I should write those out…) is 3:10, which 7:14 pace…I hope it feels a little easier than that! Either way…so far, so good. I was able to hit some good splits without feeling like death, so I consider that a good sign.
And no one stopped me to be like, “Hey! You’re the girl who didn’t know about the heater switch!”
