Bully - Dizzle and Doodle's school is really into their anti-bullying campaign. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want to see anyone get bullied, but I don't necessarily thing shoving "Let's all be friends!" down their throats is 100% effective either. Also, my children are kind of young (and naive) and I don't think they or their peers truly understand the difference between a bully and someone who just doesn't like you.
Case in point, in the past week, both J and I heard a little girl say that "Doodle was her bully." (Doodle says this child says this almost every day.) This kind of threw me for a loop. I know that Doodle isn't particularly fond of this person. And I am aware that on more than one occasion, Doodle has stood up to this child when others wouldn't.
Does this make Doodle a bully? No. But, not being at school to see my behavior myself, I needed some insight as to whether or not my child was doing things unbecoming of her character.
So, I asked their teacher if she had witnessed any bully-like behavior from Doodle. She told me absolutely not, but that Doodle doesn't cave into the other child like many of her classmates have been known to do. She believes that the other child just doesn't know the proper use of the word bully.
I was relieved that my Doodle is behaving like my Doodle and not some demon-spawn, but I really am not chill with other people hearing that my child is someone's bully - especially since it's not true. It really makes me wish there was some sort of manual for this whole parenting thing.
Shoulder - For the past two weeks or so, my shoulder has hated me. For some odd reason, it didn't like the 4,000 push ups and pull ups I did at CrossFit and has been fighting me ever since. The really weird thing is, it doesn't bother me at all when I work out, but instead, I will get this random (and intense) burning sensation right where my clavicle separated from my shoulder joint. I'm guessing that it's because my shoulder is held together by scar tissue that doesn't like to be messed with. Who knows? Either way, it's like a daily reminder whispering in my ear ...
"Don't forget you crashed your bike ..."
Which only makes me more scared to ride my bike. It's such an evil cycle ...
Crack - I am now confident that Cinnamon Chex are not, in fact, coated with cinnamon sugar, but rather Crack, which would explain why my hand keeps finding it's way into the open box in the pantry. I mean, it's totally not my complete lack of self control or anything ...
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Thursday, January 10, 2013
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
one year ago ...
May 1, 2011 started out like any other race day.
G and I met up in our matching outfits for Columbia Muddy Buddy Richmond.
We were ready to race and once we saw the rest of our age group, ready to win. As the race started, G jumped on the bike. Two minutes later, I set off on foot. We would swap at the first exchange point after climbing an 8 foot wall.
When I got to the obstacle, I had passed all but one or two of the other runners. I climbed the wall and thought, "This is insane. There is no way I am doing this again." Then, I hopped over to the other side, found our bike and took off.
100 meters later, I crashed.
Total user error.
I tried to slow down, but instead, I flipped the bike. All I could think was "duck and roll." So, that's what I did. I protected my head. And smashed my shoulder. Initially, I tried to get up and continue. Then I looked over at my shoulder. And it looked like this ...
I walked back to the first exchange, was carted off the course and rushed to the ER.
G, who had no clue this had happened, waited at the next exchange until another runner told her I wasn't coming.
It was horrible.
And I was in pain.
10 days later, I had my shoulder reconstructed. That would be the last day my shoulder held me back.
18 days after my surgery, I ran a 5K in a sling.
6 months later, I ran two marathons in one week.
11 months to the day after my crash, I finished my first Half Ironman.
And this morning, one year to the day, I cut my 70.3 Athlete Wristband off.
I wore it for an entire month. It signified how far I had come since last May and reminded me of how much further I want to go.
That crash changed me.
Am I over it? No
Do I ride without fear? No
Am I pain-free? No
Does any of that really matter? Not one bit.
It's just another thing to help define me as a person and an athlete ...
G and I met up in our matching outfits for Columbia Muddy Buddy Richmond.
We were ready to race and once we saw the rest of our age group, ready to win. As the race started, G jumped on the bike. Two minutes later, I set off on foot. We would swap at the first exchange point after climbing an 8 foot wall.
When I got to the obstacle, I had passed all but one or two of the other runners. I climbed the wall and thought, "This is insane. There is no way I am doing this again." Then, I hopped over to the other side, found our bike and took off.
100 meters later, I crashed.
Total user error.
I tried to slow down, but instead, I flipped the bike. All I could think was "duck and roll." So, that's what I did. I protected my head. And smashed my shoulder. Initially, I tried to get up and continue. Then I looked over at my shoulder. And it looked like this ...
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| Total AC Separation |
I walked back to the first exchange, was carted off the course and rushed to the ER.
G, who had no clue this had happened, waited at the next exchange until another runner told her I wasn't coming.
It was horrible.
And I was in pain.
10 days later, I had my shoulder reconstructed. That would be the last day my shoulder held me back.
18 days after my surgery, I ran a 5K in a sling.
6 months later, I ran two marathons in one week.
11 months to the day after my crash, I finished my first Half Ironman.
And this morning, one year to the day, I cut my 70.3 Athlete Wristband off.
I wore it for an entire month. It signified how far I had come since last May and reminded me of how much further I want to go.
That crash changed me.
Am I over it? No
Do I ride without fear? No
Am I pain-free? No
Does any of that really matter? Not one bit.
It's just another thing to help define me as a person and an athlete ...
Monday, January 30, 2012
getting back on the saddle ...
The last time I rode a bike outdoors, I finished the ride looking like this ...
and this ...
and this ...
It wasn't pretty.
After my injury and subsequent surgery, it took me a while to get to where I really believed I was ever going to ride on the road again. Plus, my trainer is really comfy. Why would I want to leave comfy? Oh, and then there were my million and one excuses.
At first, I couldn't ride outside. My arm didn't have enough mobility to safely steer and balance the bike.
Then, I just got scared. It was probably better for me to wait.
And then, winter rolled around and it got too cold out to ride. Oh, well.
But this weekend, that all changed. I knew I had to start riding outside. My arm was functioning. The weather was gorgeous. All that was left was my fear. And I was going to have to get over it.
I know it may seem silly, but this was a big deal for me. Crashing scares me. Cars scare me. My clipless pedals that I had yet to use scared me. My new wicked fast bike, TigerBlood scares me. There was a whole lot of fear going on.
Fear that I conquered. Mostly.
I still fear cars.
And crashing.
And the speed that I can produce on my wicked fast bike.
But, I already got that "everyone falls while unclipping" thing out of the way. So, I really came out ahead.
After Saturday's ride, I'm less scared. And I know it will get better.
And if it doesn't, I will just ride really slowly on race day.
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| yeah, that's a complete AC Separation |
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| Road rash from Hell |
It wasn't pretty.
After my injury and subsequent surgery, it took me a while to get to where I really believed I was ever going to ride on the road again. Plus, my trainer is really comfy. Why would I want to leave comfy? Oh, and then there were my million and one excuses.
At first, I couldn't ride outside. My arm didn't have enough mobility to safely steer and balance the bike.
Then, I just got scared. It was probably better for me to wait.
And then, winter rolled around and it got too cold out to ride. Oh, well.
But this weekend, that all changed. I knew I had to start riding outside. My arm was functioning. The weather was gorgeous. All that was left was my fear. And I was going to have to get over it.
I know it may seem silly, but this was a big deal for me. Crashing scares me. Cars scare me. My clipless pedals that I had yet to use scared me. My new wicked fast bike, TigerBlood scares me. There was a whole lot of fear going on.
Fear that I conquered. Mostly.
I still fear cars.
And crashing.
And the speed that I can produce on my wicked fast bike.
But, I already got that "everyone falls while unclipping" thing out of the way. So, I really came out ahead.
After Saturday's ride, I'm less scared. And I know it will get better.
And if it doesn't, I will just ride really slowly on race day.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
2011 Year in Review ...
OK, I'm just going to say it 2011 was kind of epic for me. Like total awesomesauce. And honestly, I am kind of concerned that 2012 is going to have a hard time competing. I mean, how do you top your most fabulous year yet? It could be really hard.
Oh wait, I know, turn 30 and rock out your first 70.3.
But first, let's rehash 2011. In the past 12 months ...
Oh wait, I know, turn 30 and rock out your first 70.3.
But first, let's rehash 2011. In the past 12 months ...
- I killed my first 15K in 1:15:41 (8:07 pace), proving that given the right conditions, I am way faster than I think.
- Dilly turned 2.
- I turned 29.
- Dizzle got in trouble for the first and so far, only, time at school for kissing, not one, but two boys.
- I set a new half marathon PR at the Disney Princess Half (1:57:06) in the midst of the stomach flu. Minutes later, I met Ethan Zohn and was asked to join his Grassroot Soccer NYC Marathon Team.
- I ran 22 miles on my treadmill. And 60 miles in one week.
- We celebrated Doodle's 4th birthday.
- I ran the National Marathon and PR'd by over 33 minutes.
- I sent J and Dizzle to Disney for a Father-Daughter birthday weekend.
- I paced Dizzle to a mile PR and her first 5K finish.
- I crashed a mountain bike and separated my shoulder. Then, 10 days later, I had surgery to repair it.
- I watched my first baby turn 6.
- I ran a 5K in a sling.
- Dizzle, Doodle and I were featured in Runner's World.
- J and I celebrated seven years of wedded bliss.
- I went to San Francisco with G for our annual Girls' Race Weekend. We ran the San Francisco Half and hung out with some awesome West Coast Bloggers.
- I registered for my first 70.3.
- I ran Hood to Coast with the awesome ladies of Nuun Platuun.
- I set a new 5K PR and finished third female overall in a race that I didn't tell anyone I was running.
- I dyed my hair. PINK.
- I ran two marathons in a week. First NYC and then Richmond, where I PR'd by 2:56.
- I joined Team Tough Chik (and you can to until Jan. 7th).
- I challenged J to an eating challenge at the Dunkin Donuts Munchkin Run.
- I started 70.3 training and determined that I can, in fact, swim freestyle and I don't immediately sink to the bottom of the pool.
- I won a heck of a lot of cake.
- I showed my kids that it's OK to cry.
- We celebrated Christmas at Walt Disney World.
Monday, July 11, 2011
piles of miles ...
I think a lot about mileage. For most (not all) people, reaching your full potential as a runner lies in running MORE miles. And if you are smart about your training, boosting your weekly mileage can be done safety and effectively.
From 2008-2010, I attempted to log 1,000 miles. The first two years, I fell short with 923.27 and 921.35, respectively. I just couldn't "find the time." Then in 2010, someone, well, actually two someones, far wiser than I, told me the weakness in my endurance was a direct result of a small mileage base.
That's all it took. I didn't want my weakness to be caused by something I could control. I don't have much control over my body type. Or huge quads. Or VO2 Max. But, I could control how much I was running. So, I committed myself to running more and when 2010 ended, I had logged 1808 miles. Nearly two times as much as I ever had before. And all my PRs had dropped.
For me, I don't think there is such a thing as "junk miles." Every run has a purpose, whether it be at tempo, conversational or recovery pace. Yes, sometimes a run can suck so badly that it feels like "junk," but it's not. It's doing something for you.
Maybe it's teaching you to run on fatigued legs.
Maybe it's teaching you how to conquer your mental demons.
Maybe it's promoting muscle recovery while you catch up with your friends.
Every run makes you stronger.
Yesterday morning, I ran 12 miles with my friends - a post-surgery PR.
It started out fabulous and ended ugly. I was dehydrated and tired. I wanted to quit. At times, I wish I had. But once it was over, all the positives came to light.
From 2008-2010, I attempted to log 1,000 miles. The first two years, I fell short with 923.27 and 921.35, respectively. I just couldn't "find the time." Then in 2010, someone, well, actually two someones, far wiser than I, told me the weakness in my endurance was a direct result of a small mileage base.
That's all it took. I didn't want my weakness to be caused by something I could control. I don't have much control over my body type. Or huge quads. Or VO2 Max. But, I could control how much I was running. So, I committed myself to running more and when 2010 ended, I had logged 1808 miles. Nearly two times as much as I ever had before. And all my PRs had dropped.
For me, I don't think there is such a thing as "junk miles." Every run has a purpose, whether it be at tempo, conversational or recovery pace. Yes, sometimes a run can suck so badly that it feels like "junk," but it's not. It's doing something for you.
Maybe it's teaching you to run on fatigued legs.
Maybe it's teaching you how to conquer your mental demons.
Maybe it's promoting muscle recovery while you catch up with your friends.
Every run makes you stronger.
Yesterday morning, I ran 12 miles with my friends - a post-surgery PR.
It started out fabulous and ended ugly. I was dehydrated and tired. I wanted to quit. At times, I wish I had. But once it was over, all the positives came to light.- I had just run 12 miles. 60 days post shoulder surgery. At a decent pace.
- I finished the run with 905.08 miles on the year. On July 10th. Pretty rock star, especially considering I took a month off to heal the shoulder.
- I ran 34 miles and biked 50 miles this week. My legs should be tired.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Three Things Thursday ...
Runner's World - J came home from a business trip with like 18 copies of the August 2011 Runner's World. In case you missed the memo HERE, Dizzle, Doodle and I are pictured in the cover story. We are on page 70. It's pretty much the coolest thing ever.
And since I love the photo so much, I will be shelling out $250 to purchase ALL of the photos taken of us during the shoot. There were two different set ups and about a zillion and one photos. I am so excited to see them.
Shoulder - Speaking of the photo in Runner's World (expect me to talk about this for a while), it was taken 13 days after my surgery. Bet you can't even tell. Anyway, tomorrow will be 2 months since the crash and as of this morning, my doctor has given me the "all clear" to resume my normal activity. And thanks to my active lifestyle, he thinks we can forgo the PT route. I am so psyched about this.
He even said I could try swimming, but to be prepared to doggie paddle. Doesn't he know that's the only stroke I'm good at?
NYC Marathon Raffle - Tomorrow morning I will be selecting the next three winners in my NYC Marathon Fundraising Raffle HERE. There are still 15 awesome prizes including items from Tough Chik (the maker of the shirts the girls and I wore in Runner's World), See Jane Run (race entry, people!), RoadID and Allied Medal Displays. All you need to do to enter is make a donation HERE and then leave a comment on my raffle post.
As of right now, I am $90 short of being HALFWAY to my $3000 goal. And I need your help to get there. Anyone who makes a donation today, will get 10 BONUS ENTRIES in the raffle. And if you happen to be the person who gets me to $1500, you will get 20 BONUS ENTRIES. So what are you waiting for?
Thank you for your support!
And since I love the photo so much, I will be shelling out $250 to purchase ALL of the photos taken of us during the shoot. There were two different set ups and about a zillion and one photos. I am so excited to see them.
Shoulder - Speaking of the photo in Runner's World (expect me to talk about this for a while), it was taken 13 days after my surgery. Bet you can't even tell. Anyway, tomorrow will be 2 months since the crash and as of this morning, my doctor has given me the "all clear" to resume my normal activity. And thanks to my active lifestyle, he thinks we can forgo the PT route. I am so psyched about this.
He even said I could try swimming, but to be prepared to doggie paddle. Doesn't he know that's the only stroke I'm good at?
NYC Marathon Raffle - Tomorrow morning I will be selecting the next three winners in my NYC Marathon Fundraising Raffle HERE. There are still 15 awesome prizes including items from Tough Chik (the maker of the shirts the girls and I wore in Runner's World), See Jane Run (race entry, people!), RoadID and Allied Medal Displays. All you need to do to enter is make a donation HERE and then leave a comment on my raffle post.
As of right now, I am $90 short of being HALFWAY to my $3000 goal. And I need your help to get there. Anyone who makes a donation today, will get 10 BONUS ENTRIES in the raffle. And if you happen to be the person who gets me to $1500, you will get 20 BONUS ENTRIES. So what are you waiting for?
Thank you for your support!
Monday, June 27, 2011
volunteering observations ...
Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4 a.m. by choice. It wasn't because one of my kids was screaming my name. Or because I was headed out to log some miles. It wasn't even to savor the quiet and alone time I could get at that hour of the day.
No, instead, I was waking up at 4 a.m. to volunteer at the I Love the Tavern Triathlon - my first race volunteering experience. (Well, other then the Penn Relays - I used to work in media relations for that event.) I always wanted to volunteer, but it never seemed to work out. Either training got in the way. Or racing. Or J's work schedule. Or an inability to convince J that it would be fun to hang solo with the girls all day.
But, finally, the stars aligned. And it was awesome. I would highly recommend that if you've ever raced or even considered racing, that you volunteer to work an event. It will make you appreciate all the hard work that goes into your "race experience."
Personally, I learned more than just that though. Like ...
Be sure to enter my NYC Marathon Raffle HERE. There are still 15 prizes to be won and the next three winners will be selected on Friday.
No, instead, I was waking up at 4 a.m. to volunteer at the I Love the Tavern Triathlon - my first race volunteering experience. (Well, other then the Penn Relays - I used to work in media relations for that event.) I always wanted to volunteer, but it never seemed to work out. Either training got in the way. Or racing. Or J's work schedule. Or an inability to convince J that it would be fun to hang solo with the girls all day.
But, finally, the stars aligned. And it was awesome. I would highly recommend that if you've ever raced or even considered racing, that you volunteer to work an event. It will make you appreciate all the hard work that goes into your "race experience."
Personally, I learned more than just that though. Like ...
- G and I can have fun no matter what time it is.
- "Body Marking" does not suck. Triathletes are some fit individuals.
- I have really good handwriting. If you need well-written numbers on your arms, I'm your woman.
- I have serious bike envy.
- You can never have enough volunteers. If nothing else, they can stand and cheer for every athlete. Especially the ones who left their posse at home on race morning.
- Be prepared to give up your sneakers. Elusive Dave (volunteer coordinator extraordinaire for Richmond Multisports) handed his over to a racer who couldn't find his when it was time for the run.
- G and I make "red shirts" look good.
- Standing in one spot for three hours and cheering for every last racer is the perfect opportunity for calf raises and other various isometric exercises.
- A good leader makes all the difference.
- The part of the triathlon that makes me cringe the most is the barefoot run from the swim to transition.
- I can do things I never thought possible. Like lift my arm over my head.
- Some people are way more body confident than I.
- Some guys shave more of their body than I do.
- People have a fascination with my socks. A dozen people must have asked me about them.
- I now know what outfits "work" and "don't work" while racing.
- Seeing someone crash their bike, takes me back to the very instant when I crashed mine.
- Working the race gets you "insider information," such as race dates for new 70.3 races in Richmond (may have found my 2012 70.3 goal race. Just saying.)
- Some people volunteer only for the food.
- Little kids cheering for their parents, or running with them through the finish chute, will always make me cry.
- I want 70.3 bad.
Be sure to enter my NYC Marathon Raffle HERE. There are still 15 prizes to be won and the next three winners will be selected on Friday.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
28 days later ...
Four weeks ago today, I got a brand-spanking new shoulder, held together by artificial stitches. My doctor says that I am progressing nicely and has given me allowance to do whatever doesn't make me uncomfortable.
In my opinion, I am somewhere between 60-70% recovered. Most of the time, due to my "I can do everything" mentality, I consider myself to be 100%, only to have that proven otherwise with a painful stab to the shoulder. I'm trying to take it easy. I'm trying not to do too much.
Over the past four weeks, I have some huge successes and some total failures. Here's where I stand as of today:
Successes:
Failures:
In my opinion, I am somewhere between 60-70% recovered. Most of the time, due to my "I can do everything" mentality, I consider myself to be 100%, only to have that proven otherwise with a painful stab to the shoulder. I'm trying to take it easy. I'm trying not to do too much.
Over the past four weeks, I have some huge successes and some total failures. Here's where I stand as of today:
Successes:
- I have returned to training. Since 5/22, I have run 39.38 miles and biked 183.76 miles. I feel like I am slowly getting back to where I want to be.
- I ran a 5K, in a sling, and finished 6th in my age group. I am bada**.
- I can do a lot for myself. Four weeks ago, I couldn't change my shirt. Now I can do my own hair.
- I finally dropped the five pounds I have been holding onto FOREVER. Apparently, pain and trauma kill your appetite.
- I have proven to my kids that things don't always go as planned and when they don't, you have to find a way to bounce back.
- I have accepted help, which is HUGE for me.
Failures:
- I am still not even close to pain free. Most everything causes some level of discomfort (FYI: Running is not painful if I stabilize my arm). The worst things are driving, changing diapers, folding laundry, cutting up food and fixing the girls' hair. However, I am fortunate to have an extremely high tolerance for pain.
- Getting dressed is still a challenge. If the material is not stretchy enough, I get stuck in my clothes. It is much easier to get dressed than it is to get undressed.
- I can not do 90% of the ab exercises in Ab Ripper X. Obviously, this isn't important, but it made me withdrawal from the Posse's ab challenge.
- I can not lift my arm above my head. And you don't realize how often you lift your arm over your head, until you can't.
- I can not put pressure on my shoulder. I have to sleep on my back with my arm propped up.
- I can not support weight on my arm (think standing up, push ups, etc.)
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
rebuilding my insanity ...
Yesterday morning, I had my three week post-ob appointment for my shoulder. The doctor was impressed with my superhuman powers and said that my shoulder is healing just fine. He's cool with me cycling and running (although he would prefer if it was on the treadmill) and he expects that I will get the OK to return to ALL of my normal activities in about three to four weeks.
Before I left, I made sure to reconfirm that I am allowed to do anything that does not hurt. He was good with that and just asked that I try to avoid heavy lifting with my right arm. Easy peasy.
Since I got the go ahead to continue doing what I have been doing, I decided I needed to reformulate my training plan for NYC, since I am basically back at ground zero. Two weeks ago, I ran 10 miles. Last week, I made it 19 - a far cry from the 40-50 miles I was averaging prior to the crash, but I'm getting back into it.
After a little deliberation, I came up with this ...
A nice and easy build back into the modified Hanson Brothers plan I set up weeks ago. And if you look really closely, you might notice not one, but TWO 26.2 races on there. Just SIX days apart.
That's right, I am completely insane. On Sunday afternoon, I registered for the Richmond Marathon. I caved to the peer pressure (the whole posse is running it) and decided to go for Maniac status. I'm kind of feeling a little off my rocker right now ...
Before I left, I made sure to reconfirm that I am allowed to do anything that does not hurt. He was good with that and just asked that I try to avoid heavy lifting with my right arm. Easy peasy.
Since I got the go ahead to continue doing what I have been doing, I decided I needed to reformulate my training plan for NYC, since I am basically back at ground zero. Two weeks ago, I ran 10 miles. Last week, I made it 19 - a far cry from the 40-50 miles I was averaging prior to the crash, but I'm getting back into it.
After a little deliberation, I came up with this ...
A nice and easy build back into the modified Hanson Brothers plan I set up weeks ago. And if you look really closely, you might notice not one, but TWO 26.2 races on there. Just SIX days apart.That's right, I am completely insane. On Sunday afternoon, I registered for the Richmond Marathon. I caved to the peer pressure (the whole posse is running it) and decided to go for Maniac status. I'm kind of feeling a little off my rocker right now ...
Thursday, June 2, 2011
3TT: blessings edition ...
I'm definitely a "cup's half full" kind of person. I don't sweat the small stuff. And I know I have a lot to be thankful for. Today, I'm feeling uber-appreciative of the blessings in my life. Especially these ...
1. My Beautiful Daughters - Last night was Doodle's preschool graduation (she didn't really graduate since she's not old enough for Kindergarten). I took the opportunity to get the girls all dressed up and take some photos.
Later, when I was looking through the shots, all I could think was how lucky I am to have them and how lucky they are to have each other. Sure, we have our moments, but I love them more than I could ever express and I know they are destined to be best friends.
2. J - He is my best friend and I can't imagine my world without him. He puts up with everything I throw at him and his support never falters. I could tell him I was going to run to the moon and back and he'd ask what he could do to help. Because of that, and a million other reasons, I love him endlessly.
He provides for us. Loves us. And would do anything to protect us. I know how much he sacrifices to give us the life that we want and I am forever grateful.
3. The Posse - This morning, exactly one month since my first day of "forced rest" thanks to the shoulder, I rejoined the Posse for a run.
Five miles (a post-surgery PR) in the heat. I fell back and G stuck with me. The Speedsters looped back to cheer us on.
We might be a bunch of outcasts. We might be too competitive. But we are there for each other. 100%. No doubt about it. And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
1. My Beautiful Daughters - Last night was Doodle's preschool graduation (she didn't really graduate since she's not old enough for Kindergarten). I took the opportunity to get the girls all dressed up and take some photos.
Later, when I was looking through the shots, all I could think was how lucky I am to have them and how lucky they are to have each other. Sure, we have our moments, but I love them more than I could ever express and I know they are destined to be best friends.2. J - He is my best friend and I can't imagine my world without him. He puts up with everything I throw at him and his support never falters. I could tell him I was going to run to the moon and back and he'd ask what he could do to help. Because of that, and a million other reasons, I love him endlessly.
He provides for us. Loves us. And would do anything to protect us. I know how much he sacrifices to give us the life that we want and I am forever grateful.3. The Posse - This morning, exactly one month since my first day of "forced rest" thanks to the shoulder, I rejoined the Posse for a run.
Five miles (a post-surgery PR) in the heat. I fell back and G stuck with me. The Speedsters looped back to cheer us on.We might be a bunch of outcasts. We might be too competitive. But we are there for each other. 100%. No doubt about it. And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
May rewind ...
Four months down, eight to go. Here's my recap of May 2011 ...
Run Miles Planned/Miles Ran: 191/16.38 (over the last 10 days of the month)
Bike Miles Planned/Mile Rode: 0/118.76
Rest Days Planned/Rest Days Taken: 4/23 (the crash/surgery)
Highest Run Mileage Week: 5/23-5/29: 10.13 mile (I know, pick your jaw up off the floor)
Highest Bike Mileage Week: 5/23-5/29: 75.76 miles
Long Runs Planned/Long Runs Completed: 5/1 (if you count 3.1 miles in a sling as long)
Current Book: The Triathlete's Training Bible by Joe Friel. Love this book (Thanks SpeeDee). It's just what I needed to set up my 70.3 plan. Plus, it reaffirmed what Racing Weight said - I have a body built for Triathlons.
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Secret Life of the American Teenager. I swear that every time I watch it, J questions why he married me. The show is a total train wreak. But I watch every week. Pathetic.
Current Colors: Purple and Turquoise
Current Drink: Diet Dr. Pepper - Totally been craving it lately.
Current Song: E.T. - Katy Perry
Current Triumph: I ran FOUR MILES last night without a sling at a 9:25 pace. And on Monday, I rode my bike 30 miles, my longest ride to date. I'm kind of feeling strong right now.
Current Goal: Continue to recover from the surgery that produced this before and after ...
And to rebuild my endurance so I don't get swept off the course in San Francisco in July.
Current Blessing: That my superhuman powers have once again shown themselves. I know I am recovering wicked fast. And I am thankful for that.
Current Excitement: I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of July. G and I are headed to the San Francisco Half Marathon where we are going to meet up with Katye and Kim and whoever else we can wrangle in. And earlier in the month, I'm expecting to announce something AMAZING. It's going to be awesome.
2011 Goals - Status Update:
Personal:
Run Miles Planned/Miles Ran: 191/16.38 (over the last 10 days of the month)
Bike Miles Planned/Mile Rode: 0/118.76
Rest Days Planned/Rest Days Taken: 4/23 (the crash/surgery)
Highest Run Mileage Week: 5/23-5/29: 10.13 mile (I know, pick your jaw up off the floor)
Highest Bike Mileage Week: 5/23-5/29: 75.76 miles
Long Runs Planned/Long Runs Completed: 5/1 (if you count 3.1 miles in a sling as long)
Current Book: The Triathlete's Training Bible by Joe Friel. Love this book (Thanks SpeeDee). It's just what I needed to set up my 70.3 plan. Plus, it reaffirmed what Racing Weight said - I have a body built for Triathlons.
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Secret Life of the American Teenager. I swear that every time I watch it, J questions why he married me. The show is a total train wreak. But I watch every week. Pathetic.
Current Colors: Purple and Turquoise
Current Drink: Diet Dr. Pepper - Totally been craving it lately.
Current Song: E.T. - Katy Perry
Current Triumph: I ran FOUR MILES last night without a sling at a 9:25 pace. And on Monday, I rode my bike 30 miles, my longest ride to date. I'm kind of feeling strong right now.
Current Goal: Continue to recover from the surgery that produced this before and after ...
And to rebuild my endurance so I don't get swept off the course in San Francisco in July.Current Blessing: That my superhuman powers have once again shown themselves. I know I am recovering wicked fast. And I am thankful for that.
Current Excitement: I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of July. G and I are headed to the San Francisco Half Marathon where we are going to meet up with Katye and Kim and whoever else we can wrangle in. And earlier in the month, I'm expecting to announce something AMAZING. It's going to be awesome.
2011 Goals - Status Update:
Personal:
- Clean up my diet - I am tracking my food religiously at SparkPeople, survived my sugar detox and have been able to add a small amount of sweets back in without causing a total binge.
- Eat no more than 25 cupcakes - As of June 1st - 14 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 June 1st - $0 spent.
- Run 2,000 miles - As of June 1st - 743.63 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.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Autism 5K recap ...
Location: Glen Allen, VA
Date: 5/28/11
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).
The Good:
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 Bad:
The Temperature - It was hot. And humid. And I hadn't run outdoors in a month. Enough said.
The Ugly:
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.
Date: 5/28/11
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).
The Good:
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 Bad:
The Temperature - It was hot. And humid. And I hadn't run outdoors in a month. Enough said.
The Ugly:
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.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Three Things Thursday ...
1. I'm not quite sure what happened this week, but I made a huge jump in healing. On Sunday, I could barely lift my arm (maybe 3-4 inches from my body). But, over the past two days I have gained a HUGE amount of mobility. I can lift my arm at least to shoulder height and I can almost get dressed like a human being again.
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.
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.
Monday, May 23, 2011
things I learned ...
After three full weeks of sitting around being lazy, I mean, healing, I finally got my sweat on yesterday. I had planned to get back in the saddle immediately after I got the "all clear" from my doctor on Thursday, but I didn't feel good and slept for 12 hours instead.
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 ...
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.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Three Things Thursday ...
1. Take a look at this picture. Can you tell me what's missing?
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.
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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
baby steps ...
Shhh! Don't tell anyone, but I kind of worked out yesterday.
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 ...
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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 ...
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Monday, May 16, 2011
revelations of inactivity ....
I am not big on asking for help.
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 ...
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
feeling MOSTLY good ...
Yesterday was rough. After being out of bed for about an hour, I was hit with hardcore nausea. I couldn't eat or move without getting sick. I'm sure I looked "less than well" to the people around me. Plus, I stink. I can't shower until 4 p.m. today and trust me, I am a hot mess.
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 nausea.
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.
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 nausea.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
Three Things Thursday ...
1. Thank you to everyone for all the well wishes about my surgery. Everything went well and I'm not too uncomfortable, but I'm also not moving all that much. And I've slept like 20 of the last 24 hours, which kind of rocks.
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.
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
making the cut ...
Today at 10 a.m., I will be in pre-op for my shoulder surgery (the result of this crash). Part of me is freaked as this is my first surgery. But, part of me is pumped because the surgery marks the start of my comeback (yes, I realize I've only been "out" 10 days). Plus, scars are wicked cool, so I have that going for me too.
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 upcoming August 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.
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 upcoming August 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.
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