Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Nope, not yet

Still no running happening here. My ankle feels better most days, and then I have a day like today where I wake up and it aches. The swelling has gone down quite a bit, it's only a little swollen around the ankle bone.

I noticed that it was hurting more in the mornings than later in the day so I  was thinking it was the way I was sleeping.  I sleep on my right side with my left foot on top of my right foot.  My right foot is the one I hurt.  I was trying to lay on my left side so my right foot is on top, but I always roll over and end up with my right foot on the bottom.  So Sunday night I got a pillow and put it at my feet, hoping that it would remind me when I rolled over to not roll over.  And it worked pretty good.  Yesterday I woke up and my ankle felt pretty good.  So I repeated the pillow last night, and I woke up a lot more because of it, but I couldn't find that comfortable spot I had the night before and this morning my ankle hurt more than it has for several days.  The other difference was that I took a bath last night.  I noticed last week that the heat from a bath actually made it hurt more later, but I thought it would be safe almost a week later (today is exactly one week).  That might have been what caused it to hurt more this morning.  I don't know.

I'm rather frustrated about it.  Right after I twisted it I was very upset and may or may not have cried . . . a lot.  But then I thought that it wasn't too bad and I'd be running in a week.  Today makes me worried that I won't be running for another week, or *gasp* 2 more weeks.

When I fell I also scraped my knee.  I cleaned it but didn't have bandaids big enough to cover it, so left it covered for many days.  My jeans rubbed on it quite a lot and bothered it, but I was too concerned about my ankle and not being able to run.  Well, on Sunday it was hurting a lot, and looking at it, it was pretty bad.
I got some bandaids and have been taking better care of  it, so I shouldn't lose my leg to gangrene, but it got a little infected, and was pretty gross. 

I was hoping to do a short run on Saturday or Sunday.  Damian was gone all day Saturday, and Chris works, so I didn't have the opportunity to do it then.  I decided I would on Sunday, but Chris talked me into just going for a walk first to see how I felt.  It's probably good that I didn't run.  I don't think it's completely ready yet.  Although, what I noticed most was my shoe hitting the bruised/swollen area around the bone, rather than anything else.  I guess, the safest thing to do is to wait for the swelling to completely go away.  I keep thinking maybe if I wrap it, it will be okay and I can run.  I haven't attempted it yet, but it's so tempting to try today.  =/
These two were awesome on our walk.  Laughing and playing and running all around.  At one point Damian put a piece of grass in his mouth and Maddox called him a cow.  They then ran around, mostly Damian trying to hit Maddox in the face with the piece of grass that was in his mouth and Maddox moo-ing at Damian.  Then later Maddox got a piece of grass and was trying to do it back.  It was super cute . . . and really funny when he put a dandelion in his mouth at first instead of grass.  =)  There really is nothing that I can think of that sounds better than my kids' laughter. 

Have you heard of TimeHop?  It's an app that accesses your pictures and facebook statuses.  Yesterday morning I decided to see what I weighed because I haven't been feeling the "skinniest" and I needed to see where I was.  150 . . . and then I looked at TimeHop and it had a picture of the scale from a year ago saying 143.  Ugh!   As I type this there is a pineapple/whipped cream pie and some donuts in the break room.  Oh and yesterday a coworker bought everyone Chinese food.  I haven't been able to run for a week, and since last week was a "fat" week for me, and the scale was up yesterday (I didn't look today, Chinese food always makes my weight go up from the sodium) I decided I need to cut back on food, or actually "bad" food.  I had actually made this decision yesterday, but then Chinese food happened and then Damian had his track banquet with pizza.  So today, today I will be good, right?  No donuts, no pie . . . oh, and should I mention the afternoon coffee habit I've gotten into?  I don't like black coffee, I need heavily flavored coffee. 

Good luck, Cathy. . .

Friday, May 20, 2016

Nothing special here

Four years ago when I started running, I mainly started running because of Pinterest . . . well, that is what motivated me to start again.  I also started reading a lot of running blogs.  The first one I found is Runsforcookies.com, which I found on Pinterest.  I started blogging because I was reading so many blogs and I found myself composing them in my head while I ran.  I read mostly weight loss and running blogs. . . okay all of them started as weight loss or running blogs.

Anyway, all that was to say that today, while I was reading a couple blogs that I follow I ran across some posts about an article in the NY Times on a study about Biggest Loser contestants gaining the weight back.  I did not read the article (maybe I will later) but I read the reactions from two different weight loss bloggers, both successful in losing weight, in completely different ways from each other.  The first one I read was from Sean Anderson, here.  He agreed with the article but thought it ended wrong.  You should read what he wrote, it's. . . different.

The second blog I read about it was from Katie at Runsforcookies.  You can read her reaction here.  She had a different take on it.  And I agree with her reaction a lot more than Sean's.  Don't get me wrong, what works for Sean, works for him, but I kinda like Katie's philosophy a lot more.  But everyone is different, everyone loses weight differently, and everyone maintains (or doesn't) differently. 

I have never weighed more than 200 lbs, my heaviest was 188 (after Damian was born, I didn't get that high after Maddox), so I have no delusions that I know the struggles of people that have 100 or more lbs to lose.  I don't think my paltry 30 lbs lost is anything special, but I do like reading about the people that have struggled and succeeded in their weight loss journey.  And I read enough blogs, that I know it's not impossible to maintain the weight loss.  The common theme is mentality though.  Changing your lifestyle for good, not just thinking it's a diet.  That seems to be the biggest key.
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So this stupid ankle injury is killing me.  It doesn't hurt much.  It hurts more in the afternoon than in the morning.  Today I've had my ankle on my desk quite a bit and it isn't bothering me as much as yesterday or the day before yesterday.  The swelling is also down quite a bit, but the bruising looks worse.  I don't notice it at all when I'm walking today.  It is almost as if it isn't hurt. Every once in awhile I get a twinge from twisting it strange or sitting on it.  (It's amazing what you realize you do with your feet when one of them is hurt).  But it feels good enough that my brain keeps telling me I'm fine and I should go for a run.  I'm not going to (I don't think) but I really want to.

I forget that it's injured until I see my feet side by side.  My right foot (with the tattoo) is swollen from my ankle and up to my toes a little.  It's definitely gone down though.

This last week Damian was a little more cuddly with me.  He has always been a cuddler, and until about 3 years ago, if we were sitting down, he was on my hip (before he got too big, he was on my lap).  I miss my cuddly Damian, so it was nice that he came and sat with me. 
Of course, then Maddox wanted to sit with me, and take a picture.
I love my boys.  They are getting so big.  What am I going to do next year at this time when Damian is getting ready to graduate high school??  I will be a big mess of tears for awhile I think.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Disaster

Where to start?  Last week was a good running week.  I ran 22 miles.  After not running on Sunday, I decided to run on Monday, even though that is my usual rest day, but I didn't run on Sunday so felt that I had to run Monday.  I also ran on Tuesday and Thursday, and 9 miles on Saturday. 

My Saturday run went well.  I had one Nuun left from my marathon training, so I used that in my water bottle and mostly felt good.  I was tired, but honestly, it was a good run overall.  It was not a fast run, 9:50 average min/mile. 
As of this week (yesterday to be exact) I have one month until the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll Half.  My plan for my long runs was to run 9 miles last week, 10 this week, cut back next week and 11 or 12 miles on the 4th of June and then cut back the week before the half (which is June 18). 

I've never followed a training plan for a half marathon.  The first one I ran, Berry Dairy Days in June June 2013, I was initially just adding mileage every week to see how far I could go and then decided to run a half. 

My second half in September 2013, Skagit Flats, I had just started struggling with plantar faciitis and didn't feel confident at all.  I pulled that one in just under 2 hours, 1:59:47.  =)  But again, I didn't really follow a training plan, I just continued with my long runs after my first half.  After that one I cut way back on my running to try to heal my foot, but if you've been reading this for very long, you know that only last until January of 2014 where I made the stupid goal of running 100 miles a month and started training for a full marathon.

This time has been no different.  I haven't been following a training plan, I did look one up about a week ago, but I figured I'd just add mileage to my long runs and see how I did.  I haven't been planning or expecting a PRing, just running.  Of course, all my runs this year I haven't expected a PR and I've gotten 2. 

This week I started my week with three miles on Sunday, rest on Monday and then went out for 5 miles on Tuesday.  Two blocks from my house there is a very broken sidewalk for about a block, lots of cracks, lots of holes, but I've been running this sidewalk for a long, long time (it was the end of my run before we moved, now it's the beginning of my run), so I'm used to the cracks and the holes, I just pay attention, usually.  On Tuesday I was running on that sidewalk and a guy was in his yard doing yard work.  I've seen this guy before and he usually waves, so when I ran past him, he waved again.  I turned to wave at him . . . and stepped in a hole and fell.  I twisted my ankle pretty bad.

I laid on the ground for a few min.  The guy I waved at came over and was very nice.  He asked me several times how I was, and if I needed help.  He even offered to drive me home.  Chris was going to go to the store, and I saw him come around the corner not very long after I fell, so I told the guy that car was my husband and he flagged him down and Chris gave me a ride home.

I was pretty upset.  Actually I was very upset.  I didn't know how bad it was, it actually didn't hurt a lot but it did swell up pretty quickly.  I iced it regularly and tried to keep it elevated. I don't know what this means for the half marathon in a month.  I know I won't be running any more this week, and am still hopeful that I'll run at least a little next week, but I don't know.  =/

Yesterday it actually felt pretty good, it was still pretty swollen, but it was okay.  In the afternoon it started hurting quite a lot, which I thought was interesting as I wasn't on it very much.  When I got home I iced and elevated it all evening.  This morning it felt okay, and the swelling has gone done quite a bit.  However, I have noticed that it is starting to show a bruise. 
I guess we'll see what happens the next week or so.  I'm still holding onto hope that I'll be able to run next week. We'll see . . .

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Skipped runs and broken rules

I broke all my running "rules" last week.  I don't have many and I wouldn't even call them rules, but just things that I have done for a long time that I continue to do because I have done them for a long time.  The first one I broke was  I didn't run on Tuesday last week.  The last time I didn't run on a Tuesday was November 17th (I looked).  I don't know when this became a "rule," it wasn't that way before Nov. 17th.  Throughout my marathon training last summer and before it wasn't a "rule."

Anyway, the other "rule" I broke last week was that I didn't run on Thursday or Friday.  My rule has been that if I don't run on Thursday I "have" to run on Friday.  Last week I skipped both days.  In fact, I only ran 3 times last week. 

I skipped my run on Tuesday last week because I had a hair appt.  Normally my hair appts are on Wednesday, but she wasn't open on Wednesday last week, so I had to go on Tuesday.  I did run on Wednesday, but then skipped Thursday thinking I'd just run on Friday.  On Friday I decided that if I ran 8 miles on Saturday I'd still have the same amount of miles as if I ran all week because of Bloomsday on Sunday, so I talked myself out of running on Friday. 

And then Saturday came, and Chris works on Saturday, but that's not normally a problem. . . However, Damian was supposed to umpire for a baseball game on Saturday morning, so then I'm thinking there's no way I'll get a run in.  But, I broke all my rules for the week and needed to run.  I tried to pawn Maddox off on the neighbors, but they weren't available.  So I strapped him into the jogging stroller thinking I'd just do 3 or 4 miles and take him to a park. 
Then, as I was settling him in, some neighbor kids rode by on their bike and suddenly Maddox wanted to play with their brother, who is about a year older than him.  So I took him over to their house, and was able to go on my run, alone.  I ended up not doing 8 miles, but I did do 7 miles.  I wasn't sure how far I was going to go when I started, but it ended up being 7 miles, which was fine with me. 

Sunday was kind of a perfect day.  I was awake before everyone (surprise, surprise) and read my book and watched some TV.  I even went outside for a little while and had a tiny fire.
The house woke up about 10am and Chris took the boys grocery shopping so I didn't have to go. That was nice, because I hate grocery shopping.  However, while they were gone, I did clean the house a little and started laundry . . . just because Mother's Day happens doesn't mean that everything gets to stop.  =/

After sitting around in the sun reading my book some more, we went for a walk.
He was so excited for the ducks.

 Overall, it was a good Mother's Day . . . oh, and I skipped my Sunday run. 

So this week I've already broken a "rule."  I went running on Monday, I never run on Mondays. I haven't been running on a Monday since August 10th and I'm pretty sure that was because we went to Deer Lake on that Sunday and I needed to do a long run for marathon training.  Yesterday I ran because I slacked off so much last week.  I still ran 19 miles last week, but I skipped a lot of runs.  If I'm going to run the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll half next month, I need to quit skipping runs.

So today I'm planning on running only 3 miles, and 5 on Thursday, and 9 on Saturday.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Bloomsday 2016

I finally registered!  Now I'm nervous.  I have 2 coworkers that are doing the Rock 'n' Roll half in Seattle, which is what made up my mind for sure . . . that, plus a good friend gave me the money for the registration . . . but I've been putting it off.  I am very bad at waiting for the last min to sign up for races, but the price keeps going up, so I needed to do it. 

I don't know if I'm going to run with my coworkers, or do it on my own.  I'd like to at least carpool with them because I don't want to go into Seattle on my own, but we haven't talked about it very much. 

So . . . this last weekend . . .

I ran Bloomsday. I ended up going to Spokane alone.  Damian had a track meet on Friday and I couldn't take Maddox because Damian was going to be my babysitter while I ran.  I don't/didn't trust my aunt to watch him, and I don't think she could have anyway.  She didn't feel very good the entire time I was there.  So they both stayed home and I did the 6 hour drive on my own.  That particular drive is very hard because the first 3 and a half hours are the same as going to my parent's house.  About 1 hour from my parents house though you turn and still have another 2 and a half hours left of the drive which makes that time awful. 

Anyway, I made it okay.  I listened to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for most of the trip.  I also rolled my shoulders while driving with a lacrosse ball, which worked surprisingly well.  My shoulders are surprisingly less sore. 

My cousin's son is living with my aunt right now.  I can't stand my cousin, but I actually like a couple of his kids (I've only really hung out with 2 of his 4).  My aunt was in bed when I got there, but awake, she came out and said hi and went back to bed.  My cousin (cousin once removed, but I'll call him my cousin from now on) was awake and he likes to talk. And talk. And talk.  I went to bed around 11, or later, not sure exactly and I think he was still talking. 

On Saturday morning I was up earlier than everyone else, which isn't new for me.  =)  I got my coffee and read for a little bit.  I was thinking that it will be nice not to have any kids, but it wasn't long before my cousin was up and talking again.  He had to go to work and my aunt wasn't feeling very good so was laying down, so I thought I'd get a break.  But I did want to go for a run.  My aunt heard me getting dressed to run and she came out and said there was a bluff a little ways down the road.  I was only wanting to go about 3 miles, but I figured if I got lost it'd be okay to go farther.  I decided to go to the bluff my aunt talked about and see where that led me.
It was pretty, but only a little over a mile from her house.  I ended up going passed her house 2 times to get the 3 miles in.  =)  I should have gone in after passing it the first time, I had to use the bathroom badly!  I had eaten Dairy Queen chicken strips on my drive on Friday, and I think that it caused issues.  I don't eat much fast food at all anymore, so I don't think my digestive system liked it. 

Anyway, when I got back I showered and was looking forward to a quiet afternoon reading without kids.  Ha!  My aunt decided to come out and chat.  I think I read a total of 15 pages. =(

I had to go to the Trade Show to pick up my race packet but my cousin wanted to go with me.  He was late getting home from work, but we went after he got there.  It was kind of fun wandering the trade show with him. When we first entered the area there was a place giving out donuts, I think they were selling them, but they had mini donuts as samples.  I went to grab one and the guy gave us this paper hat upside full of mini donuts, so we wandered around carrying a big thing of donuts snacking on them.  =)  I wish I had taken a picture but I didn't think of it. 

I was looking for a armband that would fit my phone with the case on it.  I just got one a couple weeks ago and I hate it.  It's too big for my phone, it bounces around a lot.  (I ordered it online.)  The armband I did find was a bit more than I wanted to spend, so I ended up not getting it.  But we had fun. 
Saturday evening my sister came with her boyfriend and we chatted for a little while before I went to bed.

My cousin drove me to the race start on Sunday morning.  We were almost late because there were no safety pins in the bag and I didn't realize that.  I spent too long looking for some in my aunt's house, and then found 4 in my car.  =)  I guess that's the life of a runner. 

So my cousin dropped me off and I passed an empty porta potty, but thought that I was late and wanted to get to my color corral, so didn't stop even though I had to go.  That was such a stupid mistake, the closer I got, the longer the lines were.  By the time I got to yellow (the runner's corral) the line was ridiculously long.  I decided I could wait until I found one on the course. Ha!
At the start, the first time I've been close enough
to the start line to see it from where I was standing.
It's the balloons that you can barely see.

Waiting
I was hoping that since I got to start with the runners this year (the last 2 times I've done it I've been in the walking groups because the first year we {my sister and I} walked, and the 2nd year I was too lazy to send in proof I could do it faster) that it would be less crowded and I wouldn't have to weave so much.  Sadly, I was wrong.  I still had to weave around lots and lots of people. 

From experience, I knew there were outhouses close(ish) to the start and I knew I needed to stop, no matter what.  I got to them about mile 2 and thankfully the line wasn't long.

I did not really go into this race hoping to make a PR, I didn't think I could. I haven't been very fast in my regular runs, almost all my 5 mile runs have been over 9 min miles, but I kinda hoped I would.  I'm going to walk it next year with my sister and I don't know if I'll run it again, but I wasn't putting any pressure on myself. 
Elevation map
The first time I ran it, I told myself it was okay to walk up Doomsday Hill, since I ran up it last time, I did put pressure on myself to run up it.  I thought it was harder this time, probably because I told myself I couldn't walk it. 

About mile 6 an old high school friend was there cheering on his twin brother (who starts with the elite runners, no joke, he had a 6.35 avg min/mile time) and then waited for my slowness to pass him.  I didn't stop, but I waved on my way past.  And then at mile 7 my aunt, cousin and sister were waiting.  I high fived them, they took a picture and I kept running.  =)

Anyway, when I crossed the finish line the time said 1:15:?? and I was pretty bummed, my previous time was 1:10:15.  It took me a little while to remember that I didn't start with the gun, but was actually quite a bit back . . . so I waited, very impatiently for the official results to post.
 
1:07:57!  Even with my bathroom stop, I still beat my last time. 

 I met my sister and we walked back to her car, another mile back to mile 7 where they parked.
We went back to my aunt's house and had pizza.  I had to go home because I had to work on Monday, so a little after 1pm, I left to make the long drive home.
My aunt and I. I'm wearing the Bloomsday shirt, which you
can only get if you finish. No medal, just a shirt.
I did stop in Moses Lake on my way home to say hi to another old high school friend.  That was a very weird, very weird, meeting, maybe another story for another day, and then I was on my way again. 

I just looked up the official race photos, and I don't have any that are as good as the ones from 2 years ago, but I have a couple good ones.  You may have to zoom in quite a bit to see me in the first one, but I'm wearing a pink shirt and purple striped capri pants. 

Behind the blonde with the purple pants
 Since I started this several days ago, and it's taken me 2 or 3 days to finish it, I'll post it now.  =)  I'm officially done with my 7th race of my 40th year. (My goal is a race a month for the year.)