First an update: I'm doing well. My ankles and knees still "ache" but nothing that ice and ibuprofen can't handle. Finally, I was able to get past 4 miles and put in a 5 mile run on Sunday--outdoors! But today, I felt like I was dying trying to get 3 miles in on a treadmill...go figure. I add in spinning 1x a week and throw in some weigh training 3x a week.
So while on my 5 mile run on Sunday, I was deep in thought about what I will wear this Saturday. It's my first run, and it's a fun one! It's the St. Pat's day run in Seattle, and it's about 4 miles. (My husband was supposed to run it with me, but he managed to fracture his wrist in 2 places last night at work. I do have some friends to run with though.) It's St. Patrick's day, so obviously I need a green shirt. I was thinking about my shirts, and none are green and most are way too big these days. The weight is still coming off, just very slowly. I also need new pants...so you can see where this simple little thought is going...just pondering clothing options, and trying to come up with something green. I don't own any green shirts, so I start thinking I might run to a store and try to find a generic St. Patrick's Day shirt or something...
Then my thoughts switched to the half marathon in June. Oh no, what will I wear for that run? So I'm going through my options, or what I can buy, and all of a sudden, the stinking thinking starts. "You'll never make it. You won't finish." Those lovely positive thoughts, right? So then I start feeling down, like, "What am I doing? What makes me think that I'll be ready for a half-marathon by June?"
So I'm running down the road, earbuds in, jacket unzipped and fluttering around because it's not raining and I'm warm, and suddenly I feel this presence beside me. I look up, and this guy waves and says, "Hello." and he keeps running. He was a REAL runner, as he just floated pasted me. Great, another reason to feel like a total loser, right? Then I looked up, and I saw the back of his shirt...can you guess what it was? It was a GREEN ROCK AND ROLL MARATHON SHIRT!
So I'm going to take that as a sign from God that I'm on the right track! My husband says I'm reading too much into it. I say I don't believe in coincidences. How in the world could I be thinking of shirts, and suddenly I see a shirt that meshes the two runs I am signed up for? Exactly.
I booked my hotel room for the rock-n-roll marathon, so I guess that also makes it official!
And finally...I got my child I'm running for. I'll be posting more on the LWB stuff very soon.
Wish me luck on Saturday! The goal is to finish and not get run over.
Jolene
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Dealing with injuries and eating
I have to start with this photo. It's my motivation today.
Ice Ice Baby.... You remember the song by Vanilla Ice, don't you? Well that has been my theme song this week. I have iced and iced, and I'm feeling pretty good.
On Tuesday I decided to try a spinning class with my 10 year old. It was 45 minutes, and I felt great doing it. But Wed. morning, I woke up with pain on the inside of my right ankle--same ankle I just got over the pain on the outside....grrrrr....
One theme I've heard from people--and books-- is, "Are you weight training?" And I'd take that deep guilty breath and reply, "Nooooooo...(voice trails off)...but I know I should."
So on Wednesday I mustered up my courage and went to the desk of the workout area and asked for some help on learning some machines. My biggest fear is being that "new" person who can't figure out how to move a seat or change the weight. This kid was great and showed me many different machines and gave me some ideas.
So Wed, I did a few reps, nothing serious, and then I jogged 3 miles. I felt as if I hadn't run in a month. I was slow, out of breath...discouraged.
And while I'm on the depressing subjects, let's talk about my eating this week. I sure wish I had read the chapter of my book that talks about poor eating during an injury...because it's true! You get depressed, so you go back to your comfort foods. For me, it's potato chips, or chips of any kind. I also indulged in those evil little cookies that those sweet little girl scouts sell. Obviously, I lost 0 pounds this week.
Thursday I decided I'd take a break, sort of. I went back to the Y to do some more weight training. Again, nothing crazy, just easing into it. And Friday I ran 3 miles again, and although still slow, my breathing was much better. I then did weights again, though focused more on my legs than arms.
Now it's Sunday, and I'm going for an outside run, something I haven't done in 2 weeks! The weather has been horrible, so I can't wait to put on my jacket and go...in fact, the sun has made it's appearance, so it's time to go!
Ice Ice Baby.... You remember the song by Vanilla Ice, don't you? Well that has been my theme song this week. I have iced and iced, and I'm feeling pretty good.
On Tuesday I decided to try a spinning class with my 10 year old. It was 45 minutes, and I felt great doing it. But Wed. morning, I woke up with pain on the inside of my right ankle--same ankle I just got over the pain on the outside....grrrrr....
One theme I've heard from people--and books-- is, "Are you weight training?" And I'd take that deep guilty breath and reply, "Nooooooo...(voice trails off)...but I know I should."
So on Wednesday I mustered up my courage and went to the desk of the workout area and asked for some help on learning some machines. My biggest fear is being that "new" person who can't figure out how to move a seat or change the weight. This kid was great and showed me many different machines and gave me some ideas.
So Wed, I did a few reps, nothing serious, and then I jogged 3 miles. I felt as if I hadn't run in a month. I was slow, out of breath...discouraged.
And while I'm on the depressing subjects, let's talk about my eating this week. I sure wish I had read the chapter of my book that talks about poor eating during an injury...because it's true! You get depressed, so you go back to your comfort foods. For me, it's potato chips, or chips of any kind. I also indulged in those evil little cookies that those sweet little girl scouts sell. Obviously, I lost 0 pounds this week.
Thursday I decided I'd take a break, sort of. I went back to the Y to do some more weight training. Again, nothing crazy, just easing into it. And Friday I ran 3 miles again, and although still slow, my breathing was much better. I then did weights again, though focused more on my legs than arms.
Now it's Sunday, and I'm going for an outside run, something I haven't done in 2 weeks! The weather has been horrible, so I can't wait to put on my jacket and go...in fact, the sun has made it's appearance, so it's time to go!
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