Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I am living with the fear of "what if."
What if I try and fail?
What if I try and actually succeed?
What if I'm too far behind?
What if it's more than I can handle?
What if I set myself back?
What if it happens again?
What if my fear is the only thing holding me back?
Having fear of "what if" is a dangerous. But, almost all of us are afflicted. Just think about it.
Why haven't you purged your closet? What if I need it later ...
Why haven't you changed your eating habits? What if I can't live without xyz ...
Why haven't you tried to reach your dreams? What if I don't make it ...
Why haven't you pushed yourself past comfortable? What if it hurts (emotionally, physically, etc) ...
Sure, all of those things are possible. That's the thing about "what if", it breeds self-doubt. But, consider this, what if everything turned out perfectly? What if the thing you thought you could never handle allows you to shine?
"What if" can be full of potential. You just have to let it be ...
Monday, May 30, 2011
Temperature: Sunny, 75 degrees
Official Time: 27:27 (8:51 pace) for 3.1 miles
Garmin Time: 27:25 (8:45 pace) for 3.13 miles
Place in Age Group: 6/38
Overall Place: 123/531
Remember how I mentioned that I was signed up for a 5K this past weekend? And how I wasn't really going to run it hard? Yeah, about that. My predetermined plan of running three sub-10 minute miles was pretty much out the window once the gun went off. It was awesome (mostly).
Team GBA - The posse was out in full force and were most definitely the fastest team out there. Three age group wins. Two 3rd place finishes. And almost everyone else finished in the Top 10 of their respective categories. We were on fire. And we looked good doing it.
The Outfit - Despite being a team, we didn't wear a uniform. Well, other than tall socks. Because, that's how we roll. And if you look closely at mine, you'll see that my socks have cupcakes on them. Pretty much the best thing ever. (Thanks VK!)
Mile 1 and Mile 2 - When I started running, I planned on being "reserved." And I thought I was. The rest of my crew bolted from the start. They were running so fast that I thought I had to be going slow. Yeah, not so much. Mile 1 clocked in at 8:02. And mile 2 was 8:34. Definitely too fast for me not to blow up in mile 3, but it was good to know I hadn't lost ALL my fitness.
The Shoulder - DID.NOT.HURT. That is all.
Placement - I some how finished 6th in my age group. With a sling. I think that ups my bada** status.
The Temperature - It was hot. And humid. And I hadn't run outdoors in a month. Enough said.
Mile 3 - Yeah, I might have started out to fast. I may have forgotten that I had only run 3.25 miles since May 1st. And I possibly ignored the fact that the last time I ran more than three miles was April 28th. By the time I hit mile 3, I hit the wall. Hard. My lungs hated me. I walked at least a third of the mile. It.Was.Sad. (Note: I did run three sub-10 minute miles. Mile 3 was 9:50)
My Running Form - Although, I have been unable to track down a picture of me during the race, I know it was scary. I mean, I wore this ...
Yes, the outfit is sweet, but that sling. Ugh. It served it's purpose, but I know it had me looking all crazy. My friends told me so.
Friday, May 27, 2011
During my self-assessment, I determined that as a runner, I am strong in all three. As a swimmer, I am weak in all three. And as a cyclist, I have solid endurance (thanks in large part to my run base) and moderate force and speed skills.
I know that if anything is going to hold me back when I make my 70.3 debut, it's going to be the swim. No question about it. But, until yesterday, I was feeling like my cycling had the potential to hurt me too.
I have been riding for time. With no bike computer or speed/cadence monitor, I just pedal comfortably until time is up. And then I guess about how far I went. Generally speaking, I guess 15 mph. Made sense to me. It looks like a good number.
But yesterday, I finally got my speed/cadence monitor set up. The plan for my workout was to ride for an hour. So, I turned on my Garmin and got started. I didn't pay much attention to the display since I was basing my time remaining on the television show I was watching. Then, about 45 minutes in, I finally looked. In a complete surprise to me, my average speed was 20.7 and my current speed was 22.3. And I felt strong.
When the hour was up, I decided that 25 miles sounded better than an hour. So, I kept going finishing the 25 miles in 1:13:10 with an average speed of 20.5 and a max speed of 28.5 (I have no idea where that came from).
I have been seriously underestimating myself. I'm not sure why either. I mean, you've met "The Quads" before ...
I should have never doubted them.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Now don't get me wrong, it still hurts. It hurts to drive. It hurts to change diapers. Sometimes, it just hurts out of no where. But, it's progress. Quick progress, in fact. And I'm lucky to heal so quickly (see, my superhuman powers are kicking in again). On Tuesday, I met someone who had the same injury as me about seven years ago. He had the old style of surgery which was more invasive and was in a sling for three months. When I told him that I had my surgery 13 days before, he nearly fell down.
2. So, yesterday, I sent out a tweet and Facebook post that said, "If you get me to 800 votes today, I'll run a mile." Well, you all came through. I hit 800 (feel free to vote again by clicking HERE) and kept up my side of the deal. Last night, once the girls were in bed, I RAN ONE MILE! In 9:40. And amazingly, I was pain free. But, if we are being honest, I looked like a fool. I chose not to run in my sling, which meant I had to self-stabilize my arm.
Picture this - I'm running. Normal arm swing on the left side. But, on the right, my arm is locked tight to my body with my hand near my shoulder. It was ugly.
But, it worked. I can run. (And I might even be running that 5K I am signed up for on Saturday.) My plan is to work up to 3 miles, 5 days a week. I know that I could probably run more than that, but until my shoulder is strong enough to let me swing my arm normally, I don't want to. I've seen that injuries (even unrelated to the legs) can cause postural changes which mess up form and cause more injuries. That's not going to happen here. I won't have it.
And since I will be running less, I will be riding more. Sleeper, my trainer and I are going to be best friends. In fact, after my run yesterday, I jumped on Sleeper for an hour while I caught up on Glee and chatted via text with Tall Mom. I have to say, this whole riding on the trainer thing can be really good for multitasking ...
3. Injury is tough. Not being able to train sucks. But, injury that causes you to lose your ability to function in your everyday life is even tougher. Fortunately for me, I have some amazing friends who have made meals, watched my kids, even folded my laundry. Earth Momma Mer and G have gone above and beyond to make sure I was completely covered from all angles. SpeeDee set up Sleeper with Aero Bars to make sure I was training safely when I came back.
And so many of you helped too. With your emails and cards (Thanks Marlene, Kim, Bethany and Katye) and gifts (which were completely unnecessary, but much appreciated Lesley and Jen). I am truly grateful for all of the support both virtual and in real life. So, thank you.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Well, as you may recall, while at the Princess Half, both Katye and myself were asked by Ethan to join Team Grassroot Soccer for the NYC Marathon. Initially, I was flattered. I mean, if we are being honest here, it's pretty cool to get an invite from the founder of the charity.
But the more I thought about it, the more honored I became. I was being given the opportunity to use my running to give back. For so long, running has given so much to me - Sanity. Health. Friendships. Purpose. Passion. And now, I was going to be able to use running as an agent of change.
For those of you who don't know about Grassroot Soccer, here's a little information about their mission:
"Each day more than 7,000 people die of AIDS, and it is the leading cause of death of women globally.
At Grassroot Soccer, we see a world mobilized through soccer to create an AIDS-free generation. Our mission is to educate, inspire and mobilize youth to stop the spread of HIV. By 2014, GRS plans to reach 1 million youth with life-saving education. To date, we've graduated 393,225 girls and boys from our programs globally.
To achieve our mission, we continuously improve our innovative HIV prevention and life-skills curriculum, share our program and concept effectively, and utilize the popularity of soccer to increase our impact."
To learn more visit, www.grassrootsoccer.org
I have pledged to raise $3,000 for Grassroot Soccer and I know with your support, I can reach my goal. And to help with my fundraising, I will be hosting a raffle of some of my favorite products starting in June. Entering is easy. All you need to do is make a donation HERE. The more you donate, the more entries you get. As of today, the following companies have donated items to be raffled off ...
Sounds good, right?
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
See? I want everyone to feel like a winner. So, go treat your feet to a new pair of shoes.
But, back to the real reason you came here today - THE WINNER. Like I said, there were 691 entries and thanks to Random.org the winner is ...Congrats Haley @ Climb Run Lift Mom! Email me at email@example.com to claim your prize.
Everyone else, stick around. I have a HUGE raffle in the works to help me reach my fundraising goals for the NYC Marathon. I am running with Team Grassroot Soccer and would love your support. So, if you're feeling generous, click HERE to donate. Or you could always hit up that little Crowdrise logo on my sidebar ...
Monday, May 23, 2011
Then Friday rolled around and it was Dizzle's birthday, so I chose a cupcake over Sleeper.
And when Saturday came, I was just plain scared to try.
Scared that working out was REALLY going to hurt and I would end up discouraged.
Scared that it wouldn't hurt at all and I wasted three weeks being lazy.
Scared that I had lost ALL my fitness.
Scared that my trainer would somehow release Sleeper and I would go crashing to the ground again.
I know. All RIDICULOUS reasons to be scared. But, EVERY SINGLE ONE of them crossed my mind.
But then Sunday morning arrived and I knew I had to start my day right. That I had to workout the second I got out of bed, so that I couldn't give myself a reason not to. So, that's what I did. I got dressed. Put my sling BACK ON. And jumped on the treadmill.
I pushed the incline to 10% and the pace to 3.5 (which equates to the effort of an 11:39 mile), and walked for 30 minutes. When I was done, I grabbed some water and hopped on Sleeper. And I sat there. Thinking. Trying to figure out how to get comfortable. Questioning if I was really going to ride or just sit there and catch my breath. After five minutes, I started. And pedaled and pedaled for 30 minutes.
And when I was done, I realized that I had learned a few things on my first day back ...
- Slings are not made of wicking material.
- Walking a 10% incline at 3.5 mph may equal the effort of an 11:39 mile, but it feels a lot harder than that.
- I am by no means PAIN FREE when I walk and ride. But, the pain is tolerable and much less than it could have been.
- I sweat. A lot.
- I have to sit straight up when I ride. This means that the pretty new Aero Bars that SpeeDee gifted to and installed for me are rendered useless. I tried the whole one arm thing and it sucked. Both uncomfortable for my upper body and detrimental to my cadence.
- My butt hurts a lot more when I sit straight up that when I am in aero position.
- If yesterday's workout was any indication of when I will be able to swim, the answer is MONTHS not WEEKS like my doctor suggested. And if we are being honest, I can't imagine running anytime soon either.
Friday, May 20, 2011
When you were born, I don't think I could have imagined what you would be like on your sixth birthday. Sure, I had my dreams for you, but that's all they were - dreams. I knew that no matter how hard I tried, there was no way that you would grow to be exactly like the picture that I had in my head. I could never force you to be the way I wanted. All I could do was guide you to the best of my ability. To show you the differences between wrong and right. To try my hardest to help you grow up to be a good person. Everything else, well, that was up to you.
I couldn't force you to like pickles. Or beans. I couldn't make you passionate about anything you didn't want to be passionate about. It's been my job to believe in you. To encourage you. And to love you endlessly.
Over the past six years, you've grown and matured. And I'd like to think that I have grown and matured, as well. As my oldest, you are always subject to my parenting mistakes, and I am sorry for that. I hope that in the end, you are stronger for it. Dizzle, we've had our moments, both good and bad. We've laughed. We've cried. We've danced with underwear on our heads. And I've loved every second. I know that years from now, I won't be able to remember all the little things you do. So, today, on your sixth birthday, my gift to you is a snapshot of you in this very moment ...
1. You are extremely artistic. You have an immense love of drawing and painting. Our home is full of your artwork. I am confident that if I kept everything you created, I could wallpaper our entire house.
2. You are bold, forward and opinionated. You are not afraid to make your beliefs known. To anyone that will listen.
3. You, my child, are no wallflower. Full of confidence, you believe you can do anything. And so do I.
4. You were born to be a runner. You have perfect form and better endurance than most adults. I just hope that you can find a love for it as well.
5. You are, and have always been, independent. You've never been one to need a hand-holding. You *think* you can do everything yourself, even when I know better.
6. You love all things girly. As long as you can get them muddy. Dizzle, you are a tomboy who wants to look like a princess. And I love that about you.
7. You are extremely stubborn. Or strong-willed. Whatever you want to call it. I am exactly the same way. Because of this, we butt heads more often than I would like. You need to realize that I have much more life experience than you. And I need you realize that you are getting old enough to start making some decisions. Small decisions.
8. You are the bravest wimp that I know. Bugs and water freak you out, but with a little coaxing you will ride the biggest roller coasters around. I want you to know that you should drop the wimp act. No one is buying it.
9. You are an incredibly loving child. Affectionate and kind, people are drawn to you. Stay that way. You'll have amazing personal connections because of it.
10. You hate pickles on your cheeseburgers and will dip anything in ranch dressing.
11. You almost never stop talking or moving. It can be rather irritating at times, but I promise you that if you remain productive, I will never try to stifle you.
12. You have a wicked long attention span, as long as you are interested in the topic at hand. Otherwise, you seem to be easily distracted.
13. You are very intelligent. Perhaps too intelligent for your own good. I often feel that you are not challenged enough and so you become lazy. Don't let that happen. Stop assuming that you know everything and trust that in every experience you can learn something.
Dizzle, you are an amazing individual and I feel lucky to be your mother. Happy Birthday!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Yeah. That's right. NO SLING. Heck to the yeah! I was given the go ahead by my doctor to "wear the sling ONLY as YOU FEEL necessary."
And he also gave me the green light to use my bike trainer and to do whatever doesn't cause me discomfort. So, you can probably guess what I will be doing tonight ...
2. On Tuesday, I had some blood work done. I hadn't had my cholesterol tested in three years and since I'm pescatarian, I was concerned that I might not be getting enough iron. The results came back today and like usual, I'm a total rock star.
Total Cholesterol: 142 (under 200 is optimal)
HDL "Good": 63 (over 60 is optimal)
LDL "Bad": 72 (under 100 is optimal)
And my iron was within the normal range.
See, even my blood is awesome.
But. And this is a big BUT. My vitamin D levels were wicked low. Like "please take 3,000 IU per day" low. Oops.
3. Did you remember to enter my TOTALLY AWESOME KEEN GIVEAWAY? You can enter until Monday, May 23rd. Just click HERE to enter.
And while you are clicking links, feel free to click HERE to vote for Racing With Babes over at Circle of Moms Top 25 Fitness and Health Mom Blogs. You can vote once every 24 hours from now until 6/1.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I know what you're thinking, "TMB, could you be more of a dumba**?"
And the answer is yes. Yes, I could.
Seriously. It's not like I put on a wicked cute skirt and sock combo and hit the track for some speed work. And, although I did break a sweat, it was mainly due to the 80 degree temperatures and not my intensity. I promise, I DID NOT PUSH IT.
But I did WALK two miles. In 35 minutes. (Obviously, I breaking into the speed-walking circuit.)
And I *might* have ran 100 feet. In the pouring rain. From my doctor's office to my car. Only 5180 feet more and I'll be at a mile. (Note: My shoulder DID NOT HURT.)
I'm calling it a success. And maybe after my follow-up appointment tomorrow, I'll jump on my bike trainer. Just because I can.
It's all about baby steps, people. Baby steps ...
P.S. Have you voted today? If you think that Racing With Babes belongs in Circle of Moms Top 25 Health and Fitness Mom Blogs, please consider doing so by clicking HERE.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
1. I am tired. Apparently, this whole "recovery" thing is hard. I couldn't workout if I wanted to. I can barely think straight enough to write this post. Even with the help, wrangling my three-pack is a challenge. It wears me out. But, so does getting dressed. So maybe my concept of "hard and challenging" is a little skewed right now.
2. I am NOT above begging you to love me.
As you may have heard, Racing With Babes is in the running to be included in Circle of Moms Top 25 Health and Fitness Mom Blogs list. I am very honored to be nominated and would love your support (in the form of votes).
All you have to do is click HERE (or on the above icon) and click on the "Thumbs Up" icon next to my blog. You can vote once every 24 hours from now until June 1st.
Because let's all be honest. Ever since the crash, you've felt bad for me and have been looking for a way to cheer me up. Well, this will help. Plus, you love me. You love my crazy kids. You love my wicked cute running outfits. You love that I host killer giveaways (like my SUPER AWESOME KEEN GIVEAWAY, which runs until 5/23). And I love you back.
So, in advance, thank you a thousand times over for all the love!
Monday, May 16, 2011
I firmly believe that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.
I hate feeling inadequate.
I know that any limits I have are self-imposed.
This shoulder injury is cramping my style. It's forcing me to let go of some of those things. It's making me accept that, right now, some of my limits are imposed by a sling and not by my mental state. It has me begging for help and shunning it at the same time. Regardless though, I am trying to stay positive about this whole situation. And I am starting to see how there are some benefits to this whole surgery thing, like ...
- That ginormous bump (a.k.a dislodged clavicle) is gone. Just look at these pictures. It's like the crash never even happened.
- I can do a lot for myself. I am able to dress and feed myself, albeit time-consuming and painful.
- I don't have to do a lot of things that I hate, including but not limited to, diaper changing, washing dishes, cooking and taking out the trash.
- People let me "rest" whenever I feel it necessary.
- The lack of hunger and cycles of vomiting have gotten me to my racing weight. Too bad I'm not racing anytime soon ...
- I know for sure that J loves me unconditionally, even if I'm hairy and stinky. Knowing that I can not shower or shave effectively, he told me to "give it up and let my inner hippie out."
- Not training has allowed me to contemplate how I "want to" train. And I really want that 70.3.
Friday, May 13, 2011
But, at lunchtime yesterday, J brought me home anti-nausea medication. And within a few hours, I was a new person. I could get up and move. I could eat. I wasn't miserable.
Today has been even better. Although, I'm still rather grubby.
No need for pain medicine. (It's been 31 hours since I took any.)
My appetite, which has been lacking since my crash 13 days ago, is back.
Yes, I am sore. But, no more than pre-surgery.
And yes, I need more rest (I'm not an idiot).
No, it's not easy to do most tasks.
And no, I don't miss my run. The thought of how painful it would be to run is enough to keep my cravings at bay.
All in all, two days out from surgery, I am highly optimistic of a quick return. I'm thinking all the positive energy floating around me is going to help with that.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Things ran behind schedule yesterday, so I spent most of the morning chillin' the the hospital bed rocking this look ...
I know you're jealous. You should be.
2. When we left the hospital, they gave us a DVD of the surgery. And let me just say, knowing that you've had a hole drilled through your clavicle and seeing it happen is a totally different story.
3. I have the best friends ever. They are rearranging their schedules to watch my kids, bringing us dinners for the next month and keeping my spirits high. I love them and I hope they know how much I appreciate them.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
So, wish me luck. Tell me I'll be OK. And mail me gifts. All of those things will make me feel better.
And, do you know what else would make me feel better? Being pictured in Runner's World. Yeah, that would be sweet. And it could happen. Yesterday, I received an email from Sarah Bowen Shea (of Run Like A Mother: The Book fame), it read ...
"Dress to impress! Runner's World Magazine is looking for the photos for a feature SBS has written for issue. For your chance to appear in the mag, email a jpeg of you wearing your most stand-out-from-the-crowd running outfit (think: loud colors, sparkles, accessories, knee-high socks, the works!) to: fastinistas at gmail dot com. Deadline is this FRIDAY!"
Do you have a look that can make the cut? Then, email it in. Personally, I like to think I have my thumb on running fashionably.
And who knows maybe one of these looks will grace the pages of Runner's World.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
J and I loved our daughters' Keens so much that last year, we finally got them for ourselves (well, I won mine in a giveaway from Run Like A Mother: The Book, but that's not the point.) Ultimately, I decided on these beauties (click photo for info)...
And I LOVE THEM. So much so, that when OnlineShoes.com (an awesome site that carries TONS of items, including running shoes and gear) offered up a pair to giveaway, I wanted to keep them for myself, especially when there are so many adorable varieties to choose from (Don't worry guys, there are plenty of options for you too).
Browsing the OnlineShoes.com website, I was instantly drawn to the Keen Harvest Mary Jane.Fun and functional, these shoes could easily find a place in my shoe rotation. But, like I said, this giveaway is not for me. It's for you.
Thanks to OnlineShoes.com, ONE winner will get their choice of a pair of Keens (valued up to $100). So, do you want to know how to enter? (Separate comments for each entry, please)
REQUIRED: Become a Follower of this blog and leave me a comment to let me know.
REQUIRED: Head over to the Keen page at OnlineShoes.com HERE , then come back and comment to let me know what pair you would choose.
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- Post about this giveaway on your blog, Facebook or Twitter (be sure to include @tmbrunnerfirst AND @OnlineShoes_com in your Tweet), come back and leave a comment.
Monday, May 9, 2011
I know that you are most accustomed to seeing me look like this ...
But, amazingly, I do own a few articles of clothing that aren't made of wicking materials.
And, on occasion, I actually dress like a functioning member of society.
Sometimes, J isn't embarrassed to stand next to me. Because, every so often, I look like this ...
Unfortunately, I still act like this ...
Amazing what a shower and a $100 dress can do.
p.s. super awesome giveaway from OnlineShoes.com tomorrow ...
Friday, May 6, 2011
I don't miss the run.
I know. Shocker.
And honestly, I haven't really thought about running at all this week.
I'm not jealous when I read other people's posts. Or Facebook. Or Dailymile.
I am excited by the fact that I don't have to wake up early to fit it all in.
I haven't freaked out on anyone due to a lack of endorphins.
Maybe I needed a break. I haven't taken more than three days off in a row in three years.
Maybe I am just too focused on my discomfort to be bothered by my inactivity.
Maybe I don't feel "pressure" to run because I am not allowed to. And even if I was, it would be physically impossible.
Maybe it's that I can count down the days until I can return that keeps me unconcerned.
Maybe it's just too fresh.
Or maybe, just maybe, my crash was a blessing in disguise. I don't think things just happen. They happen for a reason.
You can't be bothered by the things you can't change. You have to make the best with what you are given.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
2. Speaking of pictures, check out this one ...
Guess my shoulder didn't take the entire brunt of my crash. It hurts like crazy and is at the exact height of my daughters' heads when they try to hug me. I have screamed more than once when they've touched me this week. I think they are kind of scared to come around me now.
3. I have zero appetite. I'm not sure if it is the pain or the medication doing it to me, but nothing looks/sounds appealing and I am borderline pukeish all the time. I'm not liking this one bit. Plus, when I do eat, it takes a century because I have to feed myself with my non-dominant hand. It's actually quite comical to see. I'm pretty sure Dilly is more effective at getting food in her mouth than I am. I could really use a bib.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Miles Planned/Miles Ran: 157.1/158.3
Rest Days Planned/Rest Days Taken: 7/7
Highest Mileage Week: 4/18-4/24: 41.3 miles
Long Runs Planned/Long Runs Completed: 4/4
Current Book: What? I can barely get myself dressed and you expect me to read? I think not.
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Part-skim ricotta cheese, sliced strawberries and a dash of Splenda. Best.Dessert.Ever.
Current Colors: Pink and Turquoise
Current Drink: Dunkin Donuts French Vanilla Coffee. 100% yumtastic.
Current Song: Born This Way - Lady Gaga
Current Triumph: I am rocking "Sugar Detox 2011."
Current Goal: Recover as quickly as possible from my Bloody Buddy crash. In case, you didn't hear, I will be having surgery a week from today to repair this ...
Current Blessing: That the only thing I damaged in the crash was my shoulder. My cracked helmet was proof that it could have been far worse.
Current Excitement: The doctor said that I could ride my bike trainer 7-10 days after surgery. Trust me, I will be counting down the days until I can get my sweat on.
2011 Goals - Status Update:
- Clean up my diet - I am tracking my food religiously at SparkPeople and I am rocking my sugar detox.
- Eat no more than 25 cupcakes - As of May 1st - 11 cupcakes eaten
- Pay off our consumer debt by the end of the year - We have paid off over half of our consumer debt and are on track to be credit card debt free in 10 months. Plus, we are on track to have our student loans eliminated by February 2013, five month ahead of our schedule. And 10 years faster than if we let it go to term.
- Spend $0 on clothing - As of May 1st - $0 spent.
- Run 2,000 miles - As of May 1st - 728.75 miles run.
- Run a sub 1:55 half marathon - Next race - 7/31, San Francisco Half
- Take 30+ minutes off my marathon - Completed - 3/26, National Marathon, 4:15:48, 33:50 PR.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
We had learned at packet pickup that Dizzle (age 5) was the youngest registered runner and one of three people ages 9 and under. So, of course had they been recording everyone's times, she would have walked away with some bling. (Apparently, only the 10K was worth timing.)
Anyway, we got dressed in our Running Skirts and Tough Chik tees and headed to the race.
Dizzle was excited. And smiley. Until five minutes before the race. Suddenly, she didn't want to run and I was the worst mom ever. I told her that we paid for the race, so she was going to run.
She reluctantly agreed. At 8 a.m., we were off.
Three minutes running. One minute walking. Dizzle complained the ENTIRE time, but she didn't stop running. Even as she screamed, "I didn't want to do this!" She said she couldn't take another step. But, she kept moving. She said she needed a bathroom NOW! But she kept moving.
When we got to the mile 3 sign, she suddenly felt fine. She ran right along with her perfect form.
She did it. 3.1 miles in 40:46. And as soon as she crossed the line, she was nothing but smiles.
Monday, May 2, 2011
At 8 a.m. we entered the corrals and looked around. Our competition (we started with just our age group), didn't really look like competition. We kind of thought a top 5 finish was in the bag. At 8:25ish, G headed out on the bike. Two minutes later, I followed her on foot. I ran strong and passed pretty much everyone else in our wave. Then, I hit the first obstacle - an 8 foot wall. I immediately thought, "I am never going to do this race again."
I climbed and jumped over the wall. Then, I spotted the bike that G had left for me when she started the second leg on foot. I walked to the mounting area and jumped on. I started pedaling on the downhill. But, I was going too fast. I tried to slow down. And then, before I knew it, the bike flipped. I tucked my head and landed directly on my right shoulder. Then I slid.
My first thoughts - Can I keep going? Are my legs OK? Can I train through this?
I got up and tried to get back on the bike. I couldn't move my arm. People passed and tried to help. I told them to keep racing. I walked back up the hill to the medic and couldn't help but think of G. She was going to freak when she didn't see me. Then I looked at my shoulder. I knew it was bad.
The medics decided to transport me to the hospital. I only saw G as they closed the doors to the ambulance. 30 minutes later she met me at the hospital.
She took some pictures of the damage. I didn't want to look.
The doctors gave me a shot of pain medicine and told me they would be back to take me to x-ray. That's when J arrived. G left at that point and took my girls with her. Shortly after they left, I went for the x-ray. SEPARATED AC JOINT. 4-8 weeks in a sling. 4-8 weeks without my right hand/arm. 4-8 weeks no running.
Ouch. That stung. I was ready to leave. They said I my wounds needed to be cleaned.
No biggie, right? Wrong. Pretty much the worst pain of my life. And I have gone through natural childbirth. I cried.
It was rough. But with the torture session and three shots (two pain medicine, one tetanus) over, we left with my newest accessory.
Now, I can't do much. Showering and getting dressed took me over a half hour. I couldn't tie my own shoes. It's beyond frustrating. But, I'll survive and I should be thankful it wasn't worse (my helmet cracked). Plus, now my bike trainer and the 12% incline on my treadmill are going to get a lot of use ...
Oh, and Dizzle rocked her 5K on Saturday. Recap tomorrow.