Workout – 3.7 mile run. easy. shockingly easy pace. I was surprised when I looked at the clock and saw the pace. but it was the slow pace I wanted to do. right around 8 minute miles. part 2 of the run to happen later today. I’m very hopeful. I didn’t have time this morning. my husband and I are doing a very good job of sharing the morning workout hours. go us. *edited to add – run #2 did happen. because my husband is just fabulous and came home for me to squeak out a 3.3 miler for a 7 mile total for the day. same pace as before. keep the hope. and keep around a good husband who knows how much his wife needs to run.
Yesterday – a 10K/6.2 miles is a good run. I really like to start my week off with a nice chunk of miles done, so 10+ is perfect. I went back out to complete the days running. I didn’t bring a watch, I just ran a nice comfortable pace. But I did check the clock before and after I left. I did 7 miles at about a 7:35-40 pace. good stuff. 13.2 miles total for the day. there’s my half marathon. really good stuff. at 20 miles for the week. and it’s monday. happy monday.
Lets chat about yesterday. the race. my thoughts. epiphanies. running highlights. and what not.
I’ve run this Iron Horse Half Marathon every year since 2009. I love it. It was going to be my goal half for sub 1:25, had my spring races and running not blown up in my face. blah blah blah. condensed version of the happenings surrounding this race in a little flow chart….katie actually does something before the deadline and signs up for IronHorse half way back when running was nice to her —-> poor little katie has shin splints and can’t run, for awhile. or do speedwork. which she loves. or train. in any significant way for 6+ weeks. and is really good at making excuses. and talking in the 3rd person. super fun sometimes —-> poor little katie has a couple bad marathons that kind of mess with her head —-> poor little katie realizes running is not the be all and end all of who she is and is really not so much the poor little katie. life goes on. go with it. lemonade out of lemons and every other “pick yourself up and make the best of life” cliche saying you can think of —-> a couple more weeks off of running to recoup from what I thought were disaster marathons —-> goal half is not going to happen because healthy strong katie would put too much pressure on it and even though she could probably place top 3 women, she does not want to be poor little katie again all beat down about running —-> there will be more half marathons —-> I will run a fast half this year —-> not on June 3rd —-> but….
my friend was running the 10K. hmmmm. that’s an option. I’ve never run a 10K. I have no pressure on myself about it. I have no idea what I can run these days. I miss racing. I just want to be at this race. here’s my in. without having to do the half. 10K it is.
My husband says, what’s your plan? I say, I have no plan. He says, are you starting in the front line. I say, of course I am starting at the front line. he says, then you have a plan. so here’s what this race has given me. we’re gonna gift this one out…
Gift #1 – The gift of running knowledge. I always have a plan. I always have an expectation. a big one. a winning one. I always plan and expect to run my best. to run my race. to race. always. and that might just be enough for me. I start adding more pressure on myself and I crumble. I went into this race totally untrained. totally open to any possibility. totally unsure of what the outcome would be. completely sure of how I would run. and completely content with that plan. I would run my run. to the BEST of my ability that day. it was kind of exciting. because I had never done a 10K. and I’ve been out of running for a bit. and I’ve been out of running fast for a longer bit. I had no idea what my legs and my body and my heart would do.
Gift #2 – gift of new beginnings. I had to start over with running after my spring marathons. but I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know where I was at with running; what I had lost or gained physically. I’ve been floating around in running land for the last 3 weeks since I’ve gotten back into it. Sometimes you just have to put it all out there, see what you can do and find a new beginning. in my dreams, I would be able to run a sub 40 half, on this 10K race day. literally, in my dreams. I had dreamt about it the night before, probably because I did one quick pace calc right before my head it the pillow. sub 40 would mean less than a 6:25 pace. right. I knew 100% that I was capable of it at some point in the next couple months. I knew I was capable of it and faster 3 months ago. but my recent training and runs would dictate that this was not possible. but it was possible. my little long legs thought it was possible. and my new happy little running heart really wanted it. just because it wanted it. without causing my little happy sensitive running soul to be crushed if it didn’t happen. because in my heart, it truly didn’t matter if sub 40 or any other time goal happened or not. yesterday, my plan and my expectation was just to run my best run that day. my happy little running heart and my little happy sensitive soul liked that plan. and that will be the plan. always.
Gift #3 – gift of life. I was spared by the racing powers that be. I was slightly concerned that karma would strike me down in the instant that I started running, for the fact that I kindly cut in front of about 15 half marathoners to get to the porta potty because it was 7:28. my race started at 7:30. theirs started at 7:45. and I needed to pee. and kindly, I was not punished for kindly jumping ahead in line. it worked out that the race started a few minutes late because the start line was about 1/2 mile further up than I thought. and that was my sprint warmup. to the start line.
Gift #4 – the gift of athletic wear. I have my next lululemon running skirt picked out. I’m actually quite upset that it is not in my possession as we speak. My lululemon stalking has not paid off. I spied at least 2 runners wearing the flash colored Pace setter skirt. why do they have it and I do not. I almost threw a bratty tantrum as I saw them run by. that top is the flash color.
and it’s on a skirt. I would like to own it. it’s really more about my safety. you can see that color a mile away on the road in the wee hours of 5 am. that is all. that is not all. that look on my face can best be explained by me watching my daughter ride her bike into an art easel and take the whole thing out. no children were harmed. clumsy runs in the family.
I just realized that it was THIS BLOGGER at the table. Hi Kari! Thanks for the shorts! I should have listened to you and taken the medium but I will squeeze my hiney into these suckers until I can’t feel my legs, then I will take them off!
Gift #5 – gift of wearing racing flats. I love me some light shoes. I especially love an excuse to wear them. I don’t really wear these on my daily runs. I loved these yesterday. they loved me. it was happy union.
Mizuno Musha. go get yourself a pair. and have fun running. wouldn’t they look so fun with my new flash colored lululemon skirt? I thought so too.
I will wear these up to half marathon distance for now. I would wear them for a marathon. I will work up to that. maybe my fall marathon. they just worked like a charm. did what they were supposed to do and kept every part of my feet feeling happy and strong.
Gift #6 – the gift of second. second place is not a bad place to be. I would much rather be first. but let’s review how I am always second. aside from the 2 april races. we are going to blot those out from racing history. lessons were learned. and the races can be forgotten. anyway. 2nd place review – dating back to Hartford Marathon Fall 2011: 2nd place in age group
Harrisburg Marathon Fall 2011: 2nd place female overall
Cheshire 5K Fall 2011: 2nd place female overall
Colchester Half: ruined my 2nd streak and came in 3rd female, but gave me a new PR, on a hilly windy course
St. Patty’s Day Shamrock 5K: 2nd place female overall
April Races? What April Marathons? I do not know what you speak of.
IronHorse 10K: 2nd female overall. this is interesting though. perhaps only to me, so just skip this paragraph if you are grabbing at pencils to stick in your eyeballs from the sheer length of this post. I would apologize for the longevity, but I’m not really sorry. you can stop at anytime, but I think it’s probably kind of like watching a train wreck. so just keep reading.
I started at the front. I always do. From when the horn went off, there was girl 1, girl 2, and me. I had my eyes on them. Girl 1 was about 200 yards ahead for about 1/2 the race. I actually have no idea how far ahead. that number sounded good. she was a distance ahead, but I could see her. Girl 2 was never more than 10 feet ahead of me. I flew out of the start. naturally. 6:08 first mile. slowed it down a bit. I was feeling great. Did not feel like I was pushing it 100%. I was very cautious for the first 5 miles of this race. I would say I was at 80-85% effort. I kept getting stuck in this pack of 5 or 6 people, Girl 2 and a couple guys. Between mile 3 and 4, I decided to take Girl 2 because it was now or never. I sprinted ahead of the pack and stayed ahead of Girl 2. I took a Gu. So glad I did. I could see Girl 1. We passed 10k’ers on the other side of the road that were still at the beginning of the race. At mile 5.25, the 10k converged with the 5K, and all went toward the finish. this was a bit of a downer. I was in the front of a fast group of 10K runners, to be greeted by some slow 5k’ers, and even some walkers. momentum killer. I got back into it and continued to run my race. not worried about Girl 1 in front of me or who was behind me. I ran. I started pushing it harder probably right around mile 5.4 when the 5k’ers were raining on my 10k running parade. Got back in the groove and was pretty confident I had my second place finish. I lost Girl 1 in the 5k crowd. saw 39:20’s as I approached the finish. ran through in 39:40. happy. elated.
Fast forward to awards with the unofficial results, and they announce me as Overall Female placing 3rd. 😦 3rd is great, but not when you didn’t see a 2nd place between you and Girl 1 for the entire race. I don’t know where she came from. I started on the front line and it was me and Girl 1 and 2. no mysterious alter-second.
It’s a mystery. Official results came out and 2nd place, elusive ‘2nd place’ was not on there. I kind of suspected. and I held my 2nd place that I thought I had at the finish. This is what I theorize. when the 5K joined with the 10k, at mile 5.25, to finish with the 10k peeps. they were splitting off from a stream of 10k’ers that were still in the first couple miles (the 5k started 15 minutes later). so either this ‘2nd place’ was a 5k lady that got clocked in as a 10k, or it was a 10K that didn’t want to run the whole race and took the shortcut to the finish with the 5k group and didn’t run miles 2-5. my theory. I never saw a 2nd place. I was 2nd place from when I passed Girl 2 at mile 3ish until the end. and every volunteer person I passed from that point on said, ‘you’re second female, you are awesome and fast and stylish and you run like a gazelle, go get it!’ or something to that effect.
my splits: (my garmin said 6.31 miles, and an avg 6:17 pace. I don’t think my garmin is that off. I think I was doing some serious dodging and running all over the road – it was not closed to traffic. or walking 5k ‘racers’. and I’m kind of a spastic runner. haven’t figured out how to run the shortest tangent. ever) So these splits are a tad faster than my official pace, but not so far off.
6:08, 6:22, 6:22, 6:07, 6:31 (hello 5K walkers), 6:18, 6:03 for the last .2
And there I hold my second place finish. I hope to have a first place streak sometime. that would be thrilling.
Gift #7 – the gift of good friends to go to fun races with. it was a really nice morning out for a nice quick race. followed by eating some really not so tasty but very thoughtfully prepared by the boy scouts pancakes. with a very good friend that had a very good race. life is good. and so are the good things in it. as with many running lessons, I think all things learned can be applied to a lot of things in life. gifts abound everywhere (and I get sappy and emotional these days like you wouldn’t believe. or you would believe if you have endured this post. pretty sappy) like the gifts my sweet boy brings into my home in the early hours of the day. I swiftly sent him outside where he carried his pet froggy around like it was an accessory.
froggy boy. love him.
In conclusion to this short long essay, I am very much looking forward to watching the bachelorette tonight. and that statement scares me, but it’s the truth. I said it. I am also very much looking forward to doing some core work and some massage sticking whilst I watch the bachelorette. that is a more suitable statement for me. I still can’t do much strength work with my bum arm, but I do what I can.
My brain is far too tired to think about questions. so fill me in on your weekends please!!! and chime in with comments or children bringing you frogs for breakfast, your favorite fast running shoes or anything of the like.
last thing. I PROMISE to the best of my ability to keep a promise, that I will answer questions about my STAIRMASTER and other things like running fast next time I am on here writing an insanely long post! promise. with my pinky.
Workout(s) – and a couple of fantastic ones at that. Run. run. run. Someone asked me the other day if I really loved to run. just with my past races and my big disappointments and what not, she said, ‘do you love to run?’ without hesitation, I said why yes I do. funny question to a runner, but a good one. I do love to run. and I do love it more now than I did 3 months ago. 3 months ago when I was running faster and farther and with more confidence. then, I was broken down with a little shin splint action and a couple spirit crushing races and a little mental/running burnout that called for a little break time. and that is what I needed. sometimes you need to be broken down a little bit to appreciate what you love. sometimes you need to lose a little bit to figure out what you want. take a step back and realize how something really fits into your life. and to come back with a different, better attitude. and sometimes you appreciate it more when you come back with less and have to work your way back to your best. so yes, I love to run. and I will really love to run when my legs are moving even faster. working on that. slowly.
Yesterday – 6 miles. no pace. no stress. no watch. no clue how I was running. I can’t believe I am admitting it, but I am a garmin-less running convert. It’s a funny thing. somehow, back in the ancient of days, before the running with a gps idea came about, people were running, and they were running fast. baffling how they did it without guidance from a gps, but they did. amazing. I am getting on the boat. I will run with my garmin, but I am hoping to run more without it than with it and use it more as a check in. ditch the watch once in awhile. it will probably do you good. I ran 2.5 miles to meet my girlfriend and dragged her along with me for the last 3.5. perfectly humid, sweaty, early morning run.
and I had energy to burn after that. so I hopped on the stairmaster for 30 minutes. even more perfect.
and then my little anna bam had a hankering for Jillian.
happy to oblige little lady. get on your gear and get moving.
she could do more of the workouts than I could with my withering right arm that still can’t lift things. except little boys named luke because he doesn’t understand that it hurts mommy’s arm when he throws a tantrum in the coffee shop and I have to peel him off the floor and out to the car, kicking and flailing or when he tries to climb the counter at Sweet Frog to get into the toppings and I have to hold him back with a death grip. love. where was I. Jillian. I sat there and did ab work while she worked it out with J-dog. and then she ran a mile with the hubs later. my little athlete.
so that completes the workouts for that day. no it doesn’t. the day ended with me sitting on the couch watching a movie that I can’t pronounce, eating these…
they were 2 for $3. which means I could have just gotten 1 package for $1.50, but I felt the need to buy 2 packages. I only had two. I LOVE anything mint chocolate. junior mints go down like water. I have a decent amount of self control when things are individually wrapped. not so much with a bag of m&m’s, which is why I don’t buy them, or these….
but I did buy those because they were buy 2 get one free, so I had to get 3. I obviously got a discount for that one that is opened. I actually have pretty good self control with these suckers as well. My sweet tooth has really tamed down a lot and I only need a little bit to keep me happy. it’s really only the bag of m&m’s that get me. again, that’s why they are never in my house. that was my evening workout.
Today – 7.25 miles. and still very humid and sweaty. I love CT weather. this was my first early outdoor run – feet on the pavement at 5:15am. regretting going to bed at 10:30pm. happy I pulled my bum out of bed anyway. and thanking the good Lord for the early sunrise so I could get it done pre-children rising and attacking lovingly adorning me with their presence and allowing me to cook for and dress them. I’m going to take full advantage of early days. 7 min/mile avg pace. rolling hills throughout. fine. I did wear the garmin. and I did push it a little at the end. 6:25 min mile for the last mile. actually very happy I pulled that one out of nowhere. I will not feel badly about pushing the pace today. or about wearing the garmin. it was the kind of run I wanted to do. nevermind what coach B said about running easy paces for a few more weeks (technically that should be an easy pace consistently for me. in time) but he also said run how you feel. some days will be great and some days will be not so great, and slow. today was good. tomorrow will be slow/easy, sans garmin.
so I thought it would be fun to make this post SUPER long and see how long you can stick with me. I’m going to continue talking about running, and ‘run’ through a little bit of Katie running history for you newer peeps that are braving my blog. Get your pens and paper out. there will be test at the end. I am finding that a lot of runner’s go through A LOT of different phases in running. I honestly used to think that all runners just ran and it was always happy and rainbows and lululemon filled dreams. not so my friends. It is rare that things go pretty smoothly all the time where nothing changes, la dee da everything is always perfect in running world. even with elite runners and olympic athletes, a lot of them have their share of seasons and ups and downs. Runners go through different training plans, styles, phases. Runners go through different injury and recovery processes that slow down the running and decrease the mileage a ton. Runners go through a lot of different seasons of emotion about running, how they feel about it, what their goals are and how and when they want to reach those goals.
I know for me, my running perspectives and feelings have changed a lot over the past 6 months and they continue to change and to teach me about myself. So here’s a little timeline of ME.
I wanted to do the VT50 in September 2011. Was starting to train for it. not really sure how to train for it. and probably wouldn’t have been prepared had I gotten in to run it. Registration was closed, couldn’t run it. Plan B. Run a marathon instead. total gear change from running a 50. My 50 plan was to run VERY slow, steady, and probably walk a lot. I just wanted to experience it. any training I did reflected that mentality. Marathons were not on my radar at all.
October 2011 – I like to run. but I’m bummed about the 50. I’ll just do a marathon for fun.
Plan B marathon. Hartford Marathon. shooting for 3:15 finish that I very arbitrarily pulled out of my bum. decided to run with a pace group. worst decision I made for that race. It wasn’t MY run. I will never run with a pace group again. I was running the pacers run. horrible race for me physically. Finished in 3:17. fine. I think I never want to run another marathon again. I was so miserable. 3 hours later….just kidding. I want to run MY marathon now. not the pacers. signed up for Harrisburg 4 weeks later.
November 2011 – I just love to run phase. kind of a newbie runner. I love running. and I think I could be fast.
Harrisburg Marathon. Ran my run. excruciating ITBand pain started at mile 14. quitting wasn’t an option. just had to figure out how to finish. I finished. painfully. 3:11. on cloud 9. Now I want to hit 3 hours. and I dove right into training for the next one because I am an all or nothing. I want it and I want it now and I’m going to start working for it now. Big mistake. I should have taken much more time off from running. solely to avoid what happened before my next April Marathon. total burnout. and injury. and I realize the competetive in me takes over the ‘I love to run because I love to run’ in me. and I need to find a balance.
Ran a hilly half marathon in the middle of marathon training. good in theory, but looking back, it threw off my long run schedule, and I missed out on more long miles than I should have for my marathon training. Got a new half marathon PR. 1:28. still running good. injury free.
Speedwork continues. loving it. feeling fast. feeling confident. injury creeps in…
Last minute, innocent little 5k. gave me a new PR. 18:42. and it gave me pretty rough shin splints 6 weeks out from my marathon and a handful of long runs and tempo/speedwork to do. tough place to be. I was only able to run a handful of times before the marathon. I should have ADJUSTED MY MARATHON GOALS, to mentally keep me in the game. but I was a stubborn invincible runner. and I didn’t.
Gansett Marathon. 3:21 finish. a debacle. I lost it mentally. My shin started acting up as well as my IT Band, but I think I made the pain worse by my really poor attitude during the run. I could have run a better race, but let myself check out when I realized I wasn’t going to hit my unrealistic goal. and that was a HUGE lesson for me. I needed this race to LEARN a lot about who I am as a runner and a person. it was meant to be this way as a little part of what will make me the runner I am. Running is not all of me. I love it. and I want to be good at it. but a bad race doesn’t define me. nor does a good one. it’s a hobby. and I will enjoy it first.
End of April 2012
Nashville Rock and Roll Marathon. Mentally a better race, physically not so much. 3:42. you can just read about here, here, and here. I say I had zero expectation of this race. but I always go in with some expectation. and I really need to learn how and when to tone that high expectation of myself down and really just have fun, no pressure races.
And all of that put me in to a two week complete running hiatus. A good friend is going to coach me, more my mind than my running because he says, ‘you’ve got the running part down. a marathon is 90% mental. we need to get you back in the mental game of running’ aye aye captain!
and I’m back to LOVING running. without any pain. with or without the garmin. fast or slow. long or short. I want to get out and run. and June is my month of just running. because before my fall 2011 marathons, that’s what I was doing. I never did speedwork. I never did a tempo run. I never followed a plan. I never hit more than 40 miles in a week. and I did a couple pretty decent marathons. and now I find the balance of running how I know to run, and training to get faster and stronger while keeping the whole experience happy and fun. while learning how to apply just enough pressure to keep me on my toes, but not so much that I want to lose my mind. and attempt to remain injury free. and replace words like ‘doubt’ and ‘I can’t do that’ with ‘I am strong’ and ‘I am capable’ and ‘I can do whatever I set my mind to’. that’s the season I’m in now.
and that should be it for now. I can’t type anymore. and I’m pretty sure you have left the computer by now. I will chat with you cool kids tomorrow about my ever loving stairmaster. I’ve gotten a few inquiries as to why I love it so much and what kind it is. I’ll give you the 411. but this post can’t handle any more info.
What ‘season’ of running do you feel like you are in?
Who is getting ready for a race this weekend?
What is your favorite chocolate/other flavor combo?
During my thoughtful, planned run on my smartly planned out week that was going swimmingly as I just recently mentioned. not so swimmingly now. more like swimmingly in shark infested water. I think I need to live in a bubble.
Instead of talking about the downside, lets talk about the upside. because the whole incident is obviously the ‘downside’. and it’s better to focus on how this little bumpety bump in my running road might not be so bad. it is so bad. painful bad. but for arguments sake let’s say it’s not bad and come up with some good things. of which they are bountiful.
One bountifully good thing is that I got 6.75 out of my 8 mile run in. and those 6.75 miles were run at a 7:29 pace. good for me. I wasn’t going to run with the watch, but I didn’t have a route and was just doing an out and back and needed to know where to turn around. once again I was a good girl and did not obsess over the pace. I actually made a very conscious effort to slow it down for the last 3 miles, of which I only completed 1.75 before the fall.
Here’s how it went down. literally down. to the ground. I think I was booby trapped. that’s what it felt like – I was running on a very Main St part of Main St with a very decent amount of morning traffic. Cruising along and feeling so happy to be alive and running and taking it easy, and before I knew it, I had kicked up this metal ring thing that was on the side of the road with my left foot. Being oh so talented, I managed to get it flipped up and caught on my right heal, creating a sort of lasso effect and propelling me forward. all in seconds. didn’t even know what was happening. until I was on the ground. for all to see. hands out. my right arm extended, took the entire force of the fall. which is interesting because my left hand is cut up. nothing on my right.
don’t worry mom. I hydrogen peroxided the heck out of that asap. no flesh eating bacteria happening over here.
Nothing really hurt too bad immediately after. I was just going to walk the 1.5 miles home. But thank goodness for neighbors that are on their way to work and witness the entire circus act go down. She turned around and offered me a ride home. there are good people out there. within an hour of getting home and being pissy about the whole stupid thing, I could not move my right arm. trying to chalk it up to the fact that it just took the brunt of a 138lb running person fall and that it would be sore, but it felt like something was wrong. I got in to see the orthopedist.
He said judging by the x-ray and my movement or lack thereof, I dislocated it and relocated it. dislocated when I hit and popped it back in place probably when I got up. good news. I didn’t break it in 37 places like I thought and felt. and I didn’t need emergency surgery like I was sure I would need. and he said I could go finish my run. I kid. I did ask if I could run today. he laughed. I said I’m not really kidding, but I get it.
Here are some more bountifully good and exciting things that an incident like this bring about in my comical life.
1. I got to sport around this lovely new accessory for the day. I’ve always wanted one of these sexy little black slings. just what I’ve been missing in my wardrobe.
2. Along with that, I was kind of forced to wear my ever loving red Target sweatshirt all day. comfy clothes all day. I could not move my arm enough to get it off. ok by me. not really. even I was getting nauseated by the stink.
3. Plethora of homemade little gifts and ‘books’ from my thoughtful children just steal my heart and bring sunshine into my life. within about 5 minutes of walking in the door all beat up, I had about 18 “I love you mom”, “you are the best” books from the girls. here’s just a sampling:
I AM the ‘spashest’ mom. I fall a lot. that would be pronounced ‘spesh – a – lest’, or spelled ‘specialis’ to you non kindergartners.
I am also ‘sweet’ and ‘fun’. very good to know I have some redeeming qualities.
4. My husband is also a very thoughtful gift giver. always thinking of me, even when he goes for a run…bringing back my nemesis…someone was out to get me
figure that one out. I’m really not sure. all I know is that it took me down.
5. Hello Kitty bandaids really do make all of the world’s troubles go away. no wonder my girls practically throw themselves off their bikes in hopes of an injury. they want hello kitty. my little loves, haven’t you learned I hand out bandaids like they are candy. you don’t need to hurt yourselves. a simple hangnail will suffice as reason for a bandaid.
6. I had the best iced coffee I have ever made yesterday. that has nothing to do with anything, except that it made my day brighter and you have to take note of the little things during the day that make it better. the coffee made it better. so much better that I had two large iced coffees. that’s a real treat. you never know with iced coffee how it’s going to be until you take the first sip. this was utterly delightful.
7. Painkillers. they do work. but they also make a mama sleepy. so I was thinking if I double up on the coffee and have a diet coke I will be all jazzed up on caffeine and the pain killers won’t knock me out. either that or the combo of caffeine and hydrocodone will kill me. it was a risk.
8. An unfortunate circumstance that puts the mom in an unpleasant condition is certainly means for a little lululemon sympathy shopping. ok. if I must. I’ve been eyeing this jacket. in finally went on ‘we made too much’. score. my lucky day.
and if you want a view that doesn’t involve a fingerprinted, stickered mirror so you can actually see the jacket, here you go.
9. A nice morning breakfast with my girlies at the coffee shop. always makes life smiley. and sunshiny. hubs took the 4:30am riser on a hike today. and out of my hair for the better part of the day. is it Christmas???
10. I have gained much knowledge about the elbow.
nice looking elbow if I do say so myself.
knowledge is always a good thing people. I now know about sail sites, and fat pads. This is what Dr. Orthopedist says (actually the PA, but whatever): ‘Well, if you look here, you can see the fat pads clearly around your olecranon are very visible and enlarged…..’ Oh my, dr. orthopedist. talking about my fat pads in such a manner and we’ve only just met. lets slow this relationship down please. apparently fat pads are only visible if you’ve done some silly thing like trip on your run and dislocate your elbow. or something like that. normal thing to do. now I know about my fat pads. good stuff.
11. Not so much a good thing, but a thing. a learning thing. I’m directed not to run until at least next week. bye bye long saturday run:( see you next week. I could run. my arm is pretty sore, but not in the running position. 😉 BUT, docs orders are not to. and I am learning to listen. no running. that’s funny. I was just ‘not running’ for quite some time. what’s another little break. no one said anything about stepping. hello stairmaster. with my one functioning arm.
12. In all of this, I realized when I got home, that my legs, particularly my right one, feel completely and utterly 100% fantastic!!! This is the first time I have been able to say that in over 2 months. not a single, slightest twinge of anything funky or ‘off’ or tight or uncomfortable. shins are great. so happy. now if I can just learn how to run on pavement without killing myself, we should be good.
13. A very helpful husband that got the fam through the day is something to be thankful for. a one armed mother makes the activities of daily momming and driving and waiting on everyone hand and foot and such impossible. too bad for me. I had to sit and direct the hubs around all day. actually not a bad gig. I rather enjoyed myself. icing and ‘healing’ whilst he tends to the kidlings and their many needs. thank you hubs. lets do this again next week. I’m sure I could find something to trip over and break my hand or something very inconvenient but not debilitating.
14. And that’s just what this is. super inconvenient. super frustrating. kind of super funny. we laughed a lot about it yesterday. it’s life. and things totally jump out at you on the road when you don’t expect them. literally. and metaphorically. and they throw a little wrench in your seemingly perfect week, month, year, life. and life goes on and you keep doing your best not to fall flat on your face too often. and you do your best to learn what the point of that ‘thing’ was. and to not get too beat up over it. because there will certainly be more ‘things’ that come up and it ALL makes a part of your story and your journey on the way to whatever it is that is your purpose in life. so as soon as I started getting a tad dramatic about this silly little inconvenience right after it happened, waiting to hear the worst and picturing my arms getting all emaciated and losing all strength because I surely would never be able to lift a weight again after this tragedy, and then taking more time off of running on top of it all – I think, it really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme. this is a tiny example, but after you let your head drag in misery for a bit, pick it up and find SOMETHING good and try to find the big picture, or the new picture. that is all. then go shopping and buy yourself a pity present and really move on.
Have you ever dislocated anything? Broken anything?
Have you ever fallen flat on your face when you are running with lots of people watching? embarassing.
And….who’s racing this weekend?!?!? And….happy memorial day weekend! Fun plans? Tell me about them!
Workout – chasing Luke around at 5am. I am claiming that as my workout. done.
other things I am claiming as my workout –
Staying up far too late last night enjoying the company of a very best friend and wine, and dinner, and flourless chocolate cake, and another bday celebratory cocktail – peach flirtini. I can’t pass up the peach. that’s a workout. in some convoluted way, totally claiming that as a workout. fork to mouth. repeat. work it girl.
I’m also claiming walking up and down the aisles of DSW shoe warehouse looking for the perfect pink pump. found.
all this nonsense talk the other day about needing comfortable shoes for my hard working feet. eh. not today. fashion over comfort.
and the perfect wedge. found again.
someone needs to dress this girl up and take her out. I might sleep in those tonight. my 4 year old would. one on each foot. husband, do you see a problem with that? I don’t see a problem.
actually, that little wedgy beauty is from the aisles of Marshalls. an equally dangerous shoe haven. I never knew I needed these until they jumped out at me. scary actually. even then, I held in my hands another basic, linen wedge saying to my girlfriend, I really want to be that (insert stripy fun wedge shoe) girl, but I’m really more of a basic linen wedge girl. and she says, as any bf would, you know what, you will never be that (insert stripy fun wedge shoe) girl if you always go for the basic linen wedge. I see you as the stripy fun wedge. I’m a stripy wedge. who knew.
With a lot of things, I see myself one way, but want to be a different way – step out of my comfort zone, different, better, challenged. I hold myself back because I tell myself, self, you are definitely not that person. well, I can imagine why you’re not that person smarty, because you tell yourself you’re not and you keep doing things like buying basic linen wedges when you want the stripy wedge. the linen wedge that keeps you being the linen wedge. get the freaking linen wedge out of here and add a little stripe! and patent leather! and sass! just a little. take a baby step. take a baby chance. grow.
and I’m so happy with my stripy wedge. I don’t wish for one second that I had bought the linen wedge. embodying the stripe. linen be gone. but for all I know I’m missing the trend entirely and linen is the most “in” thing right now. besides the point.
I used to do this with running. Oh, you’re not a runner. you just run. and you want to be a ‘runner’, but that’s for those other people. and oh, you can’t run a sub 1:29 half marathon. that’s for fast people. I want to be fast, but those fast numbers are for fast people. but I am a runner. whether I run a 2 hour half or a 1:25 half. and I am fast. sometimes. and I took little steps to get there. out of my comfort zone. and I will never win the olympics, or even get close to the olympics, but I’m claiming myself as a runner. and anything else that I want to be that I tell myself I can’t be. taking baby steps to get there. like buying a stripy wedge instead of a linen one. or buying a wedge at all. there’s no reason for this 5’9.5” (yes, claiming that 1/2 inch as well) girl to be wearing a 4inch wedge. but I want to. so there. life lessons in shoes. be who you want to be. or at least start trying to get there. put down the linen wedge there stripy.
So if you count today, it’s 4 days until Marathon #5. If you don’t count today, it’s 3 days until Marathon #5. either way, it’s close. What have I done to get ready for it today?
that’s a good thing. no working out. no Lululemon stalking shopping. no Fleet Feet run ins. no pace calculations. calm. cool. collected.
But, I had a massage yesterday. that was….interesting. chatty hatty massage therapist. but I wasn’t really going to relax – I was going for her to massage the heck out of my legs and make them happy again. this particular massage therapist was described to me as ‘a large woman who can get the work done’. oh my. 230lbs of large kneading into my glute and hamstring. that’s painful. they wouldn’t budge. tight is an understatement. I might be slightly bruised today, but I do feel ‘looser’ in the leg area. I think. I’ll get back to you on that in a couple days when I can feel my legs again.
She recommended that I take an epsom salt/hydrogen peroxide bath a couple times before the race. is she talking out of her bum? I’ve heard of taking them after a race, but I guess taking one before couldn’t hurt. Thoughts?
What is the last pair of shoes you bought (not sneakers)?
Do you like to get massages?
Have you ever taken an Epsom salt bath? Beneficial?