It was sunny, no humidity, no killer winds, the dogs at the park were happy, the geese are on their way to Cancun for Fall Break – I love it! I happy-happy-happy made it to 4 miles, not because I wanted to, but I got lost and ended up on an endless series of cul de sacs and dead ends. Ahhhhhh…..suburbia…..
Monthly Archive for September, 2009
Just wondering how “muppets+in+balcony” got somebody out there to TAS (see LATEST HITS)?
Ok, so it made me chuckle. lol!
I have asked Lumpy to post about The Insistent Conversationalist.
I’ll be ready to post soon, but I’d like my happy medication to kick in a little bit more. I think I’ll be waiting until after Portland. I’m already nicknaming it The Debacle.
I don’t have to work tomorrow, but I still need to sleep very, very, very soon!
A toute à l’heure, les filles et les gars!
I”m trying to cover all the bases with the title of this post. Just deal with it.
So as some of you may recall, I’ve studied Aikido for a long time–not so much recently but I do think about it almost daily.
My instructor introduced me to the following remedy when I sprained a wrist. I have to say, it was amazing and worked wonders. Chalk it up to reality or “the placebo effect” it doesn’t really matter. I’ve used this on many occasions and it has provided a substantial curative effect.
Zheng Gu Shui. A lovely tincture that you can find at your local Asian Pharmacy. Or, locally in Minneapolis, at United Noodles or online at Amazom.com.
This stuff is like Über-Salonpas and I swear by it.
I’m going to be fully open and honest so if you’re not ready for, then maybe read this later.
I hate running. I hate what it’s done to my body and my mind. My knee continues to get worse. Every time I try to run my knee pain starts at shorter distances. 4miles, 3,and now 2. Yup that’s right 2 f-ing miles is all I can do. I got back from my run (or whatever you want to call it) and broke down in the front hall. I’m so pissed at God, fate or whatever you want to believe for just not letting me have this. I’ve been getting kicked and hard by life and just need something good. So after cursing over and over and sobbing uncontrollably, T-monster untied my shoes and picked me up off the floor.
I’m going to rehab and hard for the next few weeks and see what happens but I feel like I need to have my “dear John I’m withdrawing” letter ready to go. I’m really disappointed in my body; I also really wanted that damn finisher metal that turns into a belt buckle.
Lumpy pass on that homeopathic remedy that you talked about. I’m desperate.
I want to have a good post for everyone, I’m sorry that they have been so down and negative. Just remember every time you don’t want to run, be really happy that you can run.
I’m here. Really, I am. I’ve been running…when I felt like it, the number of miles I’ve wanted, for the amount of time I wanted. In other words, for the 1st 6 weeks of marathon training I have not been following my usual marathon training plan. I have; however, been strength training 3 days a week…something I think I should have been doing all along. Physically I’m not hurt, I’m not tired, but emotionally everything hurts and I feel like I’m in some sort of an emotional rut. I can’t seem to get the words out. They’re there somewhere screaming to get out but I refuse to let them go. I feel like I’m living in the “eye of the storm”, just waiting and bracing myself for ________? In the meantime, I just keep running.
Anyway, I finally pulled out the calendar and decided to “plot” the remainder of my training runs. I feel better. Surprisingly I have “maintained” pretty well. I’m gonna stick to the plan as much as possible…if nothing else it’s a good distraction. Here’s to tomorrow’s 12.
Tomorrow Lumpy, Peep, the rest of the board and I go to recruit and sell ourselves at a 10 mile women’s race. Wish us luck!
Oh, and we had to cancel the fall session due to lack of registrants. We’re considering just becoming a spring program.
Women’s running and French 3 teaching start for me after Portland (for which I am NOT ready…). Things are picking up, and I’m feeling ready!
Woke up early and ran and felt amazing…Dawg came with and acted like a doggy rock star. Will soon have running about which to post…
Not looking forward to Portland at all. I don’t see how I could possibly do well. We’ll hold on…and hold out for a hero. Yeah.
I hope to have fun.
I was traveling the last 7 days and tried really hard to get some running in. So my sis, T-monster and I set off to run the Brooklyn Bridge. First off I have to be honest and say I’m horribly spoiled in MPLS. Our paved greenway trails around beautiful lakes, with port-a-filths and water pumps. We ran on busted sidewalks with cars screaming past us, dodging dog poop and avoiding tourist. The bridge is hard, really hard and the way to get there was hard not to mention the exhaust you suck in as you run the bridge. I made it to the second pier when my knee yelped. I said no go and needed to focus on getting back. I attempted running back but that wasn’t going to happen. So T-monster and I walked the rest of the way. I fought back tears while stretching on a stair railing.
The view was really cool over the bridge and there was something really satisfying about running through people’s photos (I would love to see some of them) I’m really happy I at least tried to run it. I was in pain for the next day or so, ice and pain killers didn’t come close to helping.
I have a new plan, work on my cardio with boxing and jump roping, and do shorter runs and strength training. I’m also talking to my PT about getting a patch for the day of the race. I promise, get me through these 13 miles and I will spend all of winter healing. Cross my heart.
Oh and I saw a photo of the finisher metal/belt buckle, my motivation just got a boost.
I hope no one was driving along north Lexington Avenue last night around 7-ish, because if they saw me trying to run again, they may need therapy. So, taking three months off from running may not be the best plan, but with everything going on this summer, running fell – as they say – by the wayside. No problem, I told myself, I can pick it up again. Riiiiiiiiight. The senior’s walking club doesn’t think so. The three kids on banana bikes don’t think so. The dogs at Rice Creek dog park don’t think so. Neither to the EMTs parked by my driveway. Kidding about the EMTs. I only managed three miles and I sweated about 50 gallons of water. Thank God for Alleve.
