Wednesday, November 26, 2014

I ran!!

I ran 2 miles!  You heard me . . . or read me . . . right!  I ran 2 miles.  They were slow miles.  They were on the treadmill, but they were running miles.  Something in me yesterday just said I'm going to run.  I've read several other blogs of people that have or are dealing with plantar faciitis, and they all are running, slower, or less mileage, but still running.  I gave myself 2 months, and decided I was going to do it.  I decided to do it on the treadmill because it was a dreary, drippy day (in the Pacific Northwest, the rain is often more "drippy" than rainy) and I would have had to take Maddox in the stroller. 

I honestly felt I could have run forever, but I knew that I have to start slow and careful with my feet.  I smiled the whole time I was running. 

 
Yes, my treadmill is in the garage.  We haven't had the opportunity to move it to the basement, but it was set up nicely.  I was able to put my computer on the dryer (yes, the dryer outlet is in the garage, but the washer is in the house . . . it's a pain in the neck). 
Afterwards I couldn't stop smiling.

 
Even in the shower I was smiling.  I kept repeating in my head "I ran 2 miles"  "I ran 2 miles." 
 
Maybe it was a small thing, but I felt awesome about it.  I felt like I had run 10 miles for the first time again.   And this morning I felt like I ran 10 miles.  =)  I am sore.  I am surprised at how sore I am.  Especially my calves, which is the most surprising to me.  I realize I haven't run in 2 months, and I haven't done Insanity for a month? three weeks?  but I didn't expect to be sore.  I guess I just didn't actually think about it.
 
I did wonder if I'd be able to run 2 miles, I thought maybe I'd be back at square one and have to run/walk, but I didn't.  I wonder if it's because I ran on the treadmill and not outside.  The treadmill is so much better at keeping a certain pace, and I definitely didn't want to go too fast.
 
An acquaintance of mine is very, very involved in lifting.  It is an interesting story to me.  When I first moved to Mt. Vernon and got a job here, I was working directly across from the biggest gym in the area, and I decided to join.  They had a "women's only" area and that is where I spent all of my time.  Anyway, a couple times I saw this girl on the elliptical and on the treadmill.  She was a very heavy girl but she was there often.  A few months later I went to the Nazarene church and saw this same girl playing the drums in the worship band.  She did not stop going to the gym and lost a lot of weight (I don't know, I asked once and she said she didn't know, she doesn't really care about the scale).  We became "friends" on Facebook, but haven't really talked much in person. 
 
Anyway, somewhere along her journey, she became a lifter, and I didn't lose any weight, stopped going to the gym, and then started running and lost some weight.  She is also a drummer, she does concerts, plays at the local theater, and is an actual music teacher at a high school.  She found her perfect type of workout called Pound and opened a studio. 
 
All of that was to say that I am going to her free class tomorrow morning to check it out.  I decided I need to take going back to running very slowly.  As much as I want to go jump on the treadmill again today, I feel like maybe I should take a break.  So no running today, no running tomorrow, and maybe I'll run on Friday (okay, let's be honest, I'm running on Friday). 
 
I meant to mention yesterday, and forgot, that my weight has stayed pretty steady.  Yesterday morning I was exactly 149.  I am okay with that, maybe not happy, but keeping steady and not gaining is a very good thing.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Good news . . . mostly

I have good news.  I finally got a job offer!  I'm so happy to be working again.  I don't actually start until next Monday, they didn't want me starting this week with the holiday.

The bad news?  It's an 8-5, M-F job in Everett, which is about an hour south of where I am.  I am definitely not excited to be commuting again (I commuted over an hour one way when I lived in Lynnwood for many years, and then when I moved to Mt. Vernon I was working in Seattle, and that was a 2 hour commute one way for 6 months).  I am also not thrilled about working 40 hours again (my last job was 30 hours) . . . but we NEED me to be working, and in reality, we really do need me to be working full time.

I will be doing something very, very similar to my last job, which is good because I knew my last job, but I was really hoping to go back to working with kids.  So while it is extremely good news that I have a job, I am not overly excited about it.  Plus, the logistics of only having one car and me having to take that car to Everett everyday, and having Damian in school in a different town, where we now have to pick him up every day . . . things will be interesting here for awhile.  I'm hopeful that we can get a new car, or get my (really, really old) Toyota up and running sometime at the beginning of next year.

I'm also worried about how that will affect my running.  I don't wake up in the morning to exercise, I've tried it, and I just am not able to force myself to do it more than once. So that means that most likely I won't get home until 6pm, and then I want to run, so I won't be out and about until 6:30ish (dinner time) and home after 7pm . . . Chris is going to be so mad at me all the time for that.  Thank goodness for my treadmill, I think we will be best friends for awhile with this job.

Chris and I were going to go to a beer and wine festival on Saturday that I had seen advertised a few months ago.  Chris got the day off even.  Then Damian told me on Thursday (I think) that he had his first robotics competition of the year in a town fairly close on Saturday.  I was glad Chris would be able to go because he didn't get to go to any last year.  We didn't stay for the whole thing because we had plans but it was fun. 

Their robot is the one in the bottom of the arena, says "DogBot 5920."  The robots have to release those balls in the center by knocking over a "kickstand" and then pick them up and put them in tubes to get points.  Four robots compete in 2 teams, they randomly pick the teams for each round, so you could be on a team with one robot and then the next time you compete, be on the opposite team as the same robot you were just teamed up with.  (I hope that makes sense.)  You can't touch your robot while it's competing, but between the rounds you can make repairs and adjustments. 
Chris was talking to a friend of ours and found out that she was going to the beer and wine festival too, it was at her work, but she wasn't working.  Then she said that tickets were $50 at the door.  I had seen online that it was $70 per couple, so Chris called the place and asked, and they said the $70 was only for online and online tickets were closed.  We ended up not going because we just couldn't justify $100 ($70 was pushing it).  So we went to our favorite beer and wine bar, and had dinner and drinks.  Afterwards we went for a walk along the boardwalk that they just remodeled.  It looks so fantastic (of course I have no pictures). 

 
We aren't doing anything exciting for Thanksgiving.  We have some friends that are coming over for dinner and the Seahawks and 49ers are playing.  Unfortunately, they are playing at dinner time (one of our friend works so we have to eat later).  But we will record it, like we always do, and watch it after dinner . . . probably with some drinks and maybe play a game.  I'm borrowing a game called Cards Against Humanity, I've heard it's super fun (dirty, but fun). 
 
I hope you all (Americans) have a great Thanksgiving! 
 
It's been 2 months since I ran.  I told myself I'd rest 2 months, I think I'm going to break out the treadmill this afternoon and go for a short (1 or 2 mile) run and see how I feel.  I'd run outside, but with Maddox and the rainy day we're having . . . I just think I'll try the treadmill.  I'm a little excited about it.  Here's hoping my feet hold up!!


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

House vs. house

So I have avoided talking about our housing situation a little because, well, frankly, it's embarrassing.  But it's been on my mind today and I'd like to talk about it.  Our house was foreclosed on.  It has been a while that we knew it was going to happen so it wasn't a surprise.  I mean, does anyone get foreclosed on unexpectedly?

Chris bought this house under his name only (remember, we aren't legally married).  Chris and I had been back together for a little while and I think he just wanted to please me.  I hated renting, thought it was money down the drain.  A mortgage is just like renting (or so I thought) but you are working towards owning, rather than helping someone else own. 
Right after we closed.
We never loved the house.  I loved the flowering trees in front, and Chris loved the potential of the backyard, it was on about a quarter of an acre.  We were going to fix it up and sell it and then move into our "dream" home.
That bush was HUGE!
The back yard, we ended up taking out 4 tons of stuff out
of this yard, and it was no way done when we stopped.
Shortly after "we" bought it, the economy crashed.  Chris's job started paying less.  Instead of 6 months (from spring through summer) of overtime work, he went to 4 months, then 3, then 2, this year it was September and part of October.  During the time Chris's job was declining, I lost my job and was unemployed for 8 months.  Surprisingly, we were able to scrape by through those 8 months and I found a job.  However, after only about 6 months my job went to extreme part-time (only 18 hours a week) and at the same time Chris started having a slow season in the winter.  Oh, and even though we had a fixed rate, our mortgage went up.  We weren't able to keep up.  I tried for awhile, sending them partial payments, until they told us that if we didn't send full payments they wouldn't accept them, so I stopped.  My job went up to 30 hours a week (it started as 37.5) after only a few months, but the damage was done.  We couldn't catch up.
We remodeled the bathroom.

Chris is a good guy, but he's a procrastinator (a bad one) and since my name was not on the house, I couldn't do anything about it.  He eventually tried to get a home modification, but by that time, they had raised the mortgage by $500 and when they gave us the modification, they only lowered $150, which we still couldn't afford.

So we ignored it.  We quit working on the yard.  Things quit getting done, after all, if we weren't keeping it, why make it better?  We didn't like the house anyway and it needed a lot of work.  Every year Chris would say "we're gonna lose the house this year" and then we didn't.

Then this year, Chris decided he wanted to try again.  I was done with the house.  It was damp and moldy.  Mold growing on the ceiling in Maddox's room, our room (a bonus room we made into a bedroom when Maddox came along) wasn't insulated and I found mold on more than one pair of my leather shoes, along with the leather coat Chris ended up throwing away.  When I would come back from visiting my family, I could smell the mold and it was horrifying.  Early on the hot water handle in the bathtub broke, and in true procrastinator fashion, it didn't get fixed right away.  The wrench we used to turn it on damaged the 60 year old stem, making it impossible to replace without spending a fortune to replace the plumbing.  The the hot water heater started leaking a little, by this summer this summer, there was constantly a puddle in front of the dryer (downhill from the water heater).  Needless to say, I was done with the house, but Chris wanted to try another loan modification.  I decided it'd be good to do it, and then sell the house down the line, maybe at a loss, but at least we tried.
This became our bedroom after Maddox was born.
Chris turned in the paperwork and we waited, and waited, and waited.  Chris called back a few times and talked to the same guy and was told it was "pending."  Then in August Chris talked to a new guy who said they didn't have the paperwork and we would have to start over, and that the foreclosure would most likely happen in November. 
front door
We decided to forget "saving" the house, and let it go.  And once again, in true procrastinator fashion, ignored the pending foreclosure.  I looked at rentals on craigslist all the time, had been for years, and even pointed out a few to Chris, but never pushed it.  Then I opened a letter that said the house would be auctioned off Nov. 7th, in 3 weeks, at the worst time of year to move because of the market.  We were feeling pretty desperate, even looking at 2 bedroom apts, but only found 2 affordable places and was turned down for one of those, the one in Mt. Vernon.
new house
After living in our new house for over 2 weeks,  I like it a million times better than the other one.  I feel more at home here, I'm not embarrassed to invite people over.  I still hate renting, but this place is nice.  It's the last house (only house, surrounded by a senior living apartments) on a dead end street.  The last one was on one of the busiest streets in Mount Vernon.  There's no dampness, no musty smell when we moved in, it's huge, with a full unfinished basement and unfinished but walkable attic and a garage, not to mention 3 actual bedrooms.  The biggest problem I have is that it's in a neighboring town, Burlington (the two towns are so close you can't tell where one ends and the other begins unless you know) which actually wouldn't be a problem except we have no intention of taking Damian out of the Mount Vernon high school.  And the furnace sucks, currently the thermostat is set at 85, but the temperature of the house is closer to 65. 

 Driving by my old house is strange.  When I moved from Lynnwood, I got homesick and was extremely sad whenever I went to see my sister there (I've since gotten over it) but I don't have those feelings about the M.V. house.  I'm sad, but it's more of a incomplete feeling, like I left unfinished business there, and I'm sad that I'm not more sad.  I'm sad to not be in the neighborhood anymore, where we had friends, and was close to Damian's school and friends, but we're only about a 10 min drive away.

I went back into the old house 2 days after moving out and it already smelled musty and like it had been sitting empty for months.  It smelled exactly like it did before we moved in, which we attributed it to it being empty for about a year. 
This is the same room as the picture above with the curtains
I like my new place, but I feel very displaced, almost unsettled or homeless.  We don't know if we'll be staying here longer than the 6 month lease, because we want Damian to be in the M.V. school, and we'd like to be closer to his activities and our friends.  I guess we'll see what the future brings. Right now I'm thankful for the house and actually really do love it.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Slacking

My life has been a little crazy and I haven't been on here for a long time.  I will try to be better, but unfortunately I can't promise anything right now.

I've slacked off quite a bit on the Insanity.  It just so happened that the week we moved was the "recovery" week but I didn't do the Core Cardio and Balance workout that week, but I did a lot of packing, lifting, carrying boxes and so on.  I ended up losing 3 lbs that week from all the activity, however, after that week I didn't get back into it.  I was unpacking and trying to arrange everything (which I'm still trying to figure out the pictures {we have a lot more wall space here, and not enough pictures to cover it all}) but I wasn't doing the manual labor like the week before.  I did one day of the Max Plyometric workout, but nothing since.  Which means 2 weeks of no exercise and 3 weeks of no Insanity.

During the week I took to move, I noticed how fantastic my feet were feeling so I kepp thinking I'll start running again, but I did tell myself I would take a full 2 months off  (and do Insanity) and it does bother me now and again (especially the last 2 days).  I feel like this time I should rest it until it's 100% again.

My old supervisor had plantar faciitis for over a year (even having to wear a cast).  I asked her the other day how long her dr. recommended she continue resting even after all the pain was gone.  She said 2 months.  That's 2 months after all pain is gone.  Ummmm . . . yeah, I don't think that will be happening.  Of course, my old supervisor wasn't a runner (yet, she has since started running) and obviously her dr wasn't either.  But I will wait longer than I did a year ago, which was only about 6 weeks.

It is hard to wait.  It means I will completely skip fall running, which is my favorite season to run.  I miss the paths with the leaves and the cool crisp air, but I'm trying to avoid another year of battling PF and I would like to run a marathon in 2015.

Sio not running, skipping Insanity, and not eating as well, I'm back up to 150 lbs.  And actually, when I was doing Insanity I wasn't seeing the results I thought I would.  There just seems to be something about running that works, it leans your body out and gives the appearance of being skinnier than maybe you really are.  It was noticeable when I went shopping with my sister, who exercises just as much as me, but doesn't run.  She actually weighs less than me, but I wear a smaller size than she does. 

Our new house has a full attic, and a full unfinished basement.  I don't know how long we will be here but if it's longer than the 6 month lease, I want to make the basement into a gym.  Of course, in order to do that, I have to get a job first!

Which brings me to . . . no job.  Still.  I'm beyond frustrated.  I completely expected to be working by now.  I've had an interview for almost every job I've applied for, but no offers of a job.  I don't know why I don't get hired . . . maybe I suck at interviews?

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Moved!

I thought I'd do a quick check in and let you all know that things are progressing here.  Even though Chris is a comcast contractor he can't hook up our cable or Internet because the pole is too tall for his ladder, so we have to wait for a bucket truck from Comcast. Anyway, I'm posting this from my phone so it will be short.

I took last week off of Insanity because I was packing. Also it was the "rest" week of Insanity, the week between months. My mom was here to help pack and then this last weekend we moved. It really was a whirlwind move. 4 weeks ago we didn't even know we were going to move. In good news, moving is good exercise because I lost 2 lbs. This morning I was down to 147.4, I almost jumped up and down when I saw that. =)

I don't know when I'll post again, hopefully we'll get Internet soon. I hope you all are doing great!



Now for the less daunting task of unpacking.