My physical mechanic, that's what I call Greg. Done got the chassis worked on today, yes I did. From my lower back on down, I got kneaded, rubbed, pushed, pulled and maneuvered. My adductors (all of them) hate me. They got thoroughly probed and prodded. Thank goodness Greg has mastered that draping of the blanket thing, cause he was up close where I am personal and you can't wear your skivvies when you visit the mechanic. I think I feel better, tho. I know that my range of motion is better. Tomorrow I will need some ice and advil, and I know that I will be tender and sore in some spots, but a lot of the "stickiness" is gone. I have my stretching orders in hand and another appointment in three weeks.
Ten miles on the treadmill today. 2 mile warm up, followed by 8 x 3/4 mile repeats, with .10 mile recovery. I ended with about a mile of cooldown. I ran inside because my allergies are horrible and I have 20 miles to do this weekend. I decided that further triggering my allergies wasn't really in my long run's best interest, so Pink Shuffle and I suffered along indoors instead.
Total: 10 miles
Total for week: 24.5 miles
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tomorrow I see Greg.
Greg. Tomorrow I see Greg. I love seeing Greg. He doesn't make my heart pitter-pat. He talks a whole lot more than he ought to, which means he babbles. He is a sweetie, but no one is going to offer him a Rhodes Scholarship. Or a scholarship of any kind. Still, I love to see Greg. He is my physical mechanic. His license states that he is a Licensed Massage Therapist, but he is really a mechanic. He fixes my "itis-es", he massages my tight muscles, ligaments and tendons. All my deep tissues groan at the release, but he fixes me. As long as there is nothing truly orthopedically wrong with me, like a stress fracture, Greg is the go-to guy for the fix. Nothing is wrong with me, not seriously wrong with me, at the moment. I have some tightness in my IT bands. I have some not minor but not major tendonitis in my feet. My PF is quiet. But, I am working the years, and so I think some preventative maintenance is in order. The kinks are starting to accumulate, and this marathon is important to me. My Babysitting Goddess will watch the Small People (rather, take them to her powder-puff football game -- she plays defense. She broke her finger 2 weeks ago. I do love her.). And I will get a tune up.
Another Tuesday Ten
Tuesday, April 6
I couldn't control my heartrate today. I think most likely it is because we are having a horrible allergy season. I am so allergic to oak pollen, and it is just raining that stuff here. So I take zyrtec, which makes me sleepy and lethargic; it also dries me out. Between the drugs and the dehydration (oh, and the heat -- it was in the upper 70s), my heartrate was well into the 150-160 range. 140s, I can run forever. 160s, not so much. Anyway, 10 more in the bank.
My retail therapy dress arrived today. One of the many pluses of having small people who fancy themselves fashionistas is that they can help me decide of retail therapy dress stays or gets returned. The decision? Exchange said dress for a different print. They liked the dress, not the pattern.
Total: 10 miles
Total for week: 14.5 miles
I couldn't control my heartrate today. I think most likely it is because we are having a horrible allergy season. I am so allergic to oak pollen, and it is just raining that stuff here. So I take zyrtec, which makes me sleepy and lethargic; it also dries me out. Between the drugs and the dehydration (oh, and the heat -- it was in the upper 70s), my heartrate was well into the 150-160 range. 140s, I can run forever. 160s, not so much. Anyway, 10 more in the bank.
My retail therapy dress arrived today. One of the many pluses of having small people who fancy themselves fashionistas is that they can help me decide of retail therapy dress stays or gets returned. The decision? Exchange said dress for a different print. They liked the dress, not the pattern.
Total: 10 miles
Total for week: 14.5 miles
Monday, April 5, 2010
A Problem with Blogging
Titles. You have to title these things. Oh, and for your blog to be cool, you have to have pictures and stuff and more stuff...and I don't know how to do that stuff. And the guy that I let myself love and who knew how to do that stuff isn't here anymore. So, I have a plain-Jane blog with no bling. The content is what it is, and I am responsible for it, but the decor, well, it is hard to be responsible for that stuff that is way out of your league. Like when I have to deal with cancer patients. I do hearts. Surgical hearts. You break your heart, the surgeon fixes it, and when you are able to take a few sips of water and can breathe on your own, you come to me. For several days. I fix you. When you leave my care, almost always you are healthier than when you came into my hospital. When you are a cancer patient, or even an orthopedic patient, and you come to my floor because you have an arrhythmia, you move me out of my wheelhouse. And then I am not so good. Chemotherapy isn't something I am versed in. And my knowledge of orthopedics is a little limited. And so I call up the RNs who are experts in those fields, because if I am not the RN who can provide the needed care for my patient, then I will find one who can. I do that for my patients. When I'm in my wheelhouse, I am all good. When I am someplace else, I am not so much, which includes decorating my blog. And coming up with pithy titles. I don't have a lot of resources here, and I realize that my blog is read mostly by me. But, if anyone has "blogging" tips, I am more than appreciative.
I ran after work today. I purposely didn't run before work because I wanted to be up and ready so that I could get the small people up a little early. You see, the shuttle made it's last pre-dawn launch today. I wanted Thing One and Thing Two to see it outside, first-hand. We watched the initial launch on TV, and then ran down the stairs to see the flare in the distance. It was spectacular. We saw those brave folk rise and rise. We saw the boosters disengage. We saw the sparkle that was the shuttle continue on. Little people and Big Person were awestruck. Such bravery, there. And Little People will remember this. Very cool.
Ran 4-5 miles tonight. My allergies are killing me...so allergic to oak pollen (as is the rest of Florida) -- makes it a little hard to run. But, even after a long day at work, and even after starting my run after 8pm, I felt ok. And I saw the shuttle go up this morning.
Total: 4.5 miles
I ran after work today. I purposely didn't run before work because I wanted to be up and ready so that I could get the small people up a little early. You see, the shuttle made it's last pre-dawn launch today. I wanted Thing One and Thing Two to see it outside, first-hand. We watched the initial launch on TV, and then ran down the stairs to see the flare in the distance. It was spectacular. We saw those brave folk rise and rise. We saw the boosters disengage. We saw the sparkle that was the shuttle continue on. Little people and Big Person were awestruck. Such bravery, there. And Little People will remember this. Very cool.
Ran 4-5 miles tonight. My allergies are killing me...so allergic to oak pollen (as is the rest of Florida) -- makes it a little hard to run. But, even after a long day at work, and even after starting my run after 8pm, I felt ok. And I saw the shuttle go up this morning.
Total: 4.5 miles
Saturday, April 3, 2010
18 Miles and Egg Hunts
Eighteen miles this morning. I can't decide if my long runs are giving me confidence, or killing my confidence. One has yet to go well and feel strong, but I have yet not to complete one. I am so slow, but I work so many long hours and run hard in between -- perhaps I will be a bit faster when my legs aren't always tired. Sometimes my repeats feel strong and effortless. Sometimes they are a slog. I am training alone, so I don't have anyone to push me or encourage me when my head opts out of the long run. I just haven't been able to find a running partner here yet. I will keep trying. Someone will turn up eventually.
So, 18 miles this morning. It took about 3 hours, but it included a few healthy walking breaks and some time to stretch my back and hamstrings. After the run, I scooted home, quickly showered and took the tribe for the first of a few egg hunts. We lasted at the Spring Eggstravaganza at the Y for a couple of hours. I was suddenly hungry, so I ate a hot dog. I remember why I hate hot dogs. Slimy, nasty mystery psuedo-food they are. We then went to egg hunt #2, a fund-raiser for my floor's Relay for Life team, of which I am a member. We lasted there less than an hour. All of a sudden, I was hot, tired, a little wobbly, and I needed to go home. Stat. So home we went, and skipped the last egg hunt.
And later that evening, when the sun was descending, the small people and I took a lovely, explore-y walk. Well, I walked. They biked. Light breezes and little girl giggles make the big girl have sweet dreams.
Total: 18 miles
Total for week: 44 miles.
So, 18 miles this morning. It took about 3 hours, but it included a few healthy walking breaks and some time to stretch my back and hamstrings. After the run, I scooted home, quickly showered and took the tribe for the first of a few egg hunts. We lasted at the Spring Eggstravaganza at the Y for a couple of hours. I was suddenly hungry, so I ate a hot dog. I remember why I hate hot dogs. Slimy, nasty mystery psuedo-food they are. We then went to egg hunt #2, a fund-raiser for my floor's Relay for Life team, of which I am a member. We lasted there less than an hour. All of a sudden, I was hot, tired, a little wobbly, and I needed to go home. Stat. So home we went, and skipped the last egg hunt.
And later that evening, when the sun was descending, the small people and I took a lovely, explore-y walk. Well, I walked. They biked. Light breezes and little girl giggles make the big girl have sweet dreams.
Total: 18 miles
Total for week: 44 miles.
Good Friday
Friday, April 2.
4 miles on the treadmill, neither easy nor hard. Just miles, clocked because the schedule dictates 4 miles. I feel lighter lately, although I don't think that I am. Perhaps it is because i am a smidge more fit than I was in January. It is harder to lose weight when you're north of 45 years old. Still, I feel that my out of shape self is not as out of.
Total: 4 miles
Total for week: 26 miles.
Good Friday is just about the hardest day of the year for me. I try and I fail to walk with Jesus. But I do try...I try to think about His journey. I try to think about His crucifixion, and thinking about that scares me. The violence. I don't do violence, for ever and ever, amen. But Christ endured that for me. Nails through feet and palms. For me. I have suckage in my life, but nothing like nails through feet and palms. Nothing like being strung up on timbers in the sun and heat. Nothing like that. Nothing like that at all.
4 miles on the treadmill, neither easy nor hard. Just miles, clocked because the schedule dictates 4 miles. I feel lighter lately, although I don't think that I am. Perhaps it is because i am a smidge more fit than I was in January. It is harder to lose weight when you're north of 45 years old. Still, I feel that my out of shape self is not as out of.
Total: 4 miles
Total for week: 26 miles.
Good Friday is just about the hardest day of the year for me. I try and I fail to walk with Jesus. But I do try...I try to think about His journey. I try to think about His crucifixion, and thinking about that scares me. The violence. I don't do violence, for ever and ever, amen. But Christ endured that for me. Nails through feet and palms. For me. I have suckage in my life, but nothing like nails through feet and palms. Nothing like being strung up on timbers in the sun and heat. Nothing like that. Nothing like that at all.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Just counting miles.
10 on the treadmill today. (Again, the Spring Break - Babysitter issue) It started as a slog, but got better once the one decent treadmill opened up. Got easier still when a good friend showed up to share the run (yeah, I did some walking, but I was chatting and visiting and was totally bored with running inside). I have a few to do tomorrow, and then 18 on Saturday early before the plethora of Easter Egg hunts begins. I can't think about that right now...18 miles is too far, too hard, too everything. I wish that I had someone to run it with me. It is hard to run that far alone. I have been reading a friend's blog, and have been trying to incorporate that Zen kind of thinking with what Mr. Appointment Guy had to say. I don't know if I can live fully in the moment yet. Strike that. I know that I can't. I know that if truly focus, I can live in the moment, but if my focus strays, I wander down my well-trod paths -- the ones where I worry and fret. I am really good at worrying and fretting, but apparently those aren't great life skills. Who knew?
Anyway, I ran my sorta-long 10 miles today. I had no major emotional crises. Life just ebbed and flowed as life is wont to do. 10 miles in the bank. I may not be able to run 26.2, but I can run 10.
Total: 10 miles
Total for week: 22 miles
Anyway, I ran my sorta-long 10 miles today. I had no major emotional crises. Life just ebbed and flowed as life is wont to do. 10 miles in the bank. I may not be able to run 26.2, but I can run 10.
Total: 10 miles
Total for week: 22 miles
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