Monday, June 27, 2016

Not broken

So I missed the Seattle Rock n Roll half marathon.  I knew I would, but I was still disappointed.  A couple friends told me about it after the fact, which sorta made it worse. 

It’s been another week of not running.  So I don’t really have a lot to say.  I did run on Saturday.  I am trying to keep my goal of running a race once a month going, and since I missed the rock n roll half, I signed up for a 5k in Anacortes, which is 30 min or so from my house.  It was at an oil refinery, Tesoro, and they new how to throw an after party.  It was a small run, most runs I do are because I like to do local races, and the area I live in is small.  But they had a BBQ after the race, just hot dogs, but it was pretty nice.  They had a local band playing, and lots of “swag.”  Not great “swag” but it wasn’t bad. 
Speaking of “swag” what is up with the “online swag bag” a lot of races do now?  I don’t like it. Honestly, I’d rather get a cheap waterbottle, some SPF 30 chap stick than have to go online to look at the “swag bag” and find out all it is is a bunch of coupons for running stores.  I’ve never used something I’ve found in one of the online “swag bags.” 
Okay, end rant.
Last week I started not feeling very good on Thursday.  I attributed it to being up really late the night before . . . that’s a whole other story.  In a nutshell, I went out with a friend after work on Wednesday and on my way home I witnessed a really bad accident that kept me up half the night Wednesday night.  Anyway, Thursday I just figured I was super tired.  Then on Thursday night I was laying in bed with Maddox and he reached over and said “Mommy, you’re hot” so I took my temperature.  It was around 100., but I didn’t think it was a big deal, I was laying in bed, under covers with Maddox, the heater. 

Friday morning I woke up feeling better, less of a headache, not as warm, and thought I was okay.  But I just started feeling worse and worse all day.  I had plans to go to my sister’s house for dinner, which I did.  Again, on Saturday I woke up feeling better, went for my race and decided to go to the Urgent Care to check on my ankle. 

It hasn’t been too bad lately, but I decided that since it’s been so long, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t broken.  It’s not broken, but I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.  If it was broken, I’d be able to have a concrete (or mostly concrete) time frame.  As it stands, she said I must have a bad sprain, and it could take 6-8 weeks to heal, and I should “see how it feels” and “use my best judgement.”  *sigh*  Isn’t that what I was doing?  And not very well. . . Afterall, I raced before going to the Urgent Care to find out if it was broken . . .

After my race on Saturday my ankle was pretty sore yesterday, and it's a bit more swollen than it has been for a week or so. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Hard decisions

I need to face some hard facts.  My ankle still bothers me.  It's not as often as it was, it's not even every day, but days like today, it bothers me.  I still have a spot that is a little swollen.  I need to quit denying it.  It is probably not ready to run on. 

This weekend my mom was here and we had a yard sale. It was a terrible yard sale.  It rained all day on Saturday.  We packed up about 2pm, and I did a lot of walking, lifting, and just was on my ankle a lot.  On Sunday I decided to go for a 4 mile run, and it didn't bother me much.  Yesterday (Monday) I rested it, and again, it wasn't too bad.  I woke up this morning (Tuesday) and decided to try to wear heels.  If you know me, you know I love shoes, and I wear primarily heels to work, I haven't worn any for 4 weeks.  Today I thought it felt good enough to try.  By the time I got to work my ankle hurt enough that I put on my tennis shoes that I brought "just in case."  And it is still bothering me.  I even took an ibuprofen.

This time last year I was starting my marathon training, I was already a week into it.  I added 2 weeks to the plan because I wanted a run longer than 20 miles before the marathon, and this year it's a week later.  So that gives me a little bit of room.  But most plans are 18 weeks long, and that means that I would have to start training the last week of June.  That's only 2 weeks away. 

My problem is the fact that I feel better when I run. I feel better about myself in all ways.  So to quit again is a really hard thing for me.  But is letting an injury linger longer (and possibly making it worse) worth it?  Probably not. 

A friend recommended that I do some rehab exercises so I looked up some.  I found this site and the exercises appear to be fairly easy so I'll try it. 

Not running again brings up my goal of a race a month. I am registered for the Seattle Rock n Roll half that is this Saturday, but I'm (obviously) not doing it.  There is a 5k next Saturday that I could register for and do.  I could run a 5k to keep up with my streak. 

I started writing this yesterday, and my ankle really bothered me, so I was thinking I would stop running.  Today my ankle feels really good, so I think I could run . . . but maybe I should stick to what I was thinking yesterday and stop running so that I can start marathon training in 2 weeks and not worry that I'm doing more damage. 

I think I'll wait on the running . . .
From my run on Sunday.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Still healing

I went for another run yesterday.  I am not sore again today.  I am happy with this.  For the month of June, one week into June, I have run a total of 6 miles.  It is not ideal.  It is not where I'd like to be.  BUT I am running. 

I think when I run often, when I am building miles, or thinking that I HAVE to run in order to stay at the weight I am and not gain anything, or just generally used to running all the time, I forget how much I like it.  Before this injury I would struggle every scheduled run day with wanting to go run.  I have never really experienced a runner's high while I am running.  By the time I've run a long distance, I'm just tired.  My runner's high comes after my run.  It is an awesome feeling to run a long distance . . . after I've run that long distance.  And now, after a 3 mile run, I feel awesome again.  Maybe I feel awesome all the time, but because I run often, I didn't associate that feeling with running.  Now that I haven't run for 3 weeks, that awesome feeling is back and it's just taken me till now to realize it's because of running that I have it. 
I feel better about myself when I run.  And I am happier in my everyday life.  These are things I need to remember when I am running regularly again and debating whether or not I want to continue.  I do.  I need to.  For my sanity.  For the sanity of my family.  For the sake of my budget (I can't afford new, bigger clothes.)

After running I needed to clean Maddox's room, it was awful, and my Mom came to town yesterday.  She stays in Maddox's room when she's here, and you couldn't walk in there at all.  After that I iced my foot and went to bed.  This morning my ankle isn't bothering me at all.  I even decided to put some heels on.  And then immediately took them off again.  Yeah, my ankle is definitely not ready for heels. 

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

I ran!

Over the weekend I was going to try to run a little and see how I felt.  The idea was that I was going to go one mile and see, and walk home if I needed to.  Well, then the weather was beautiful here.  Sunny and hot.  Saturday I didn't, but thought I would go on Sunday morning. 

Sunday morning was beautiful.  It was cool, and the sun was out.  I sat outside and listened to the birds and enjoyed my deck.  Then I had the great idea of making banana bread with some browning bananas.  Our friends from across the street, her mother died last Monday and the funeral was on Saturday.  I thought that she would be extremely drained Sunday, so I made banana muffins for them.  And then Chris woke up and wanted to get the grocery shopping done.  So we did that. Then it was too hot to run.  So I didn't. 

Yesterday, I sat at work all day thinking about how much I wanted to try running.  I decided, no matter the temperature, I would go after work.  It was supposed to be cooler than Sunday (it was) and I figured I could suck it up for a mile. 

And I did it.  I ran one mile, and it didn't bother me at all.  I stopped.  I assessed whether or not I thought I should go farther or not push my luck. I decided to keep going.  I thought that if it started to hurt I'd stop and go home.  And by the time I got to mile 2, I wasn't even thinking of my ankle and whether or not it hurt.  Because it didn't.  Not at all.  I forgot about it.  Which is exactly what I wanted.  I ended up running 3 miles, which was a pipedream when I started. 
When I got home I was a little worried my ankle would start aching.  It was a little sore after my shower but I iced it and it felt better.  I thought I'd take some ibuprofen but kept forgetting.  Plus, I kinda like not taking it until it hurts.  I like knowing if it hurts, then I know for the future.  I figured I'd be pretty sore this morning.  However, it hasn't been sore at all.  I am pretty excited about this. 

It's funny, 4 weeks ago I was always fighting in my head about not wanting to run.  Now that I have had one good run, I want to go run again.  I'm not going to run today, I have a hair appt, which is probably for the best, but I'm excited to run tomorrow.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Still injured, a run, a trip, and possibly a Ragnar

Well, I'm still not running.  Last Saturday I decided to try for a run.  I was hoping 2 miles, maybe 3.  I got about a block away and turned around, but then as I was going home, I decided I was going to try to go farther, at least up the nasty hill that I always run to get some sort of exercise it. 

I have 2 voices in my head, one saying it's not that bad and I can do it.  And the other saying don't hurt yourself more.  I'd like to think both voices won last Saturday.  I kept going, but at one mile I decided that was far enough.  It was definitely not comfortable, and definitely not one of those aches that you know you can  push through and ignore.  In fact, it was getting worse.  So I stopped and turned around.  I thought I'd walk home, but as I was walking it was continuing to hurt, so I called Damian (who I had warned I may call) and asked him to come get me.  I kept walking until he got there, but it wasn't very far. 

I went home and iced my ankle and then had chores and stuff to do.  We were waiting for Chris to get off work so that we could go to eastern WA for the long weekend.  Chris has Sunday and Monday off, so when I have Monday off I want to do something with the whole family. 

It was a very short trip.  Chris didn't get home till about 5 and we didn't get out of the house till about 6.  I was hoping my dad would get his boat out and we could go boating on Sunday, but it was predicted to be very windy and my dad didn't seem too excited to do that.  He did get his boat out, but it was to "summer-ize" it while Chris and Damian were there to help him and then it got put back away.  We ended up going to Lind, where I went to school, to a park for a picnic and then up to the cemetery where most, if not all, of my dad's family is buried.  Overall, it was a good day.

So I'm going to add a couple "extra" photos because they were sooo funny.  Damian asked me if I wanted to go on the teeter totter with him.  He wanted to see who was heavier.  We already knew he was, but it sounded fun.  I don't remember the last time I was on one.  It was the strangest feeling to have no control on whether or not I could go up (or down).  I was totally dependent on if he would push off the ground or not. I decided to try to pick up rocks to make myself heavier.
It didn't work.  =)  Then Maddox joined me and we were just barely heavier than Damian.
It was a lot of fun. =)  Although my ankle hurt a lot while we were at the park. 

We came back on Monday, early to avoid the traffic. 

I went for a 2 1/2 mile walk on Tuesday to test out my leg, and because I've been grumpy without being able to run.  Wednesday my ankle hurt quite a lot in the morning, but started feeling better again in the afternoon. 

Yesterday I had to walk from the bus stop home, that was about 2 miles, and today my ankle has been good.  I don't know if it only hurts because of how I sleep, or if it's the running/walking.

I may try to go for a run this weekend, I haven't decided.  I have pretty much given up hope on the Seattle Rock n Roll Half, its in two weeks, and I can't even run a mile.  =(  I'm pretty bummed about it.  Although, I may join a Ragnar team.  A coworker is doing the Northwest Passage Ragnar in July and she's had teammates drop out, so many that they've run through their back up people.  She asked if I'm willing to do it.  I said yes, but it depends on my ankle.  So that might be fun.  And I'll get one of those cool Ragnar stickers for my car.  =)