Ran 3.2-ish, feeling really strong. G played nicely today, and we flew through this run. Now I have to go run 3 with women’s running.
Monthly Archive for October, 2009
I had to put the smackdown on Dawg close the the end of this run. The full on lift and flip. I was lucky no one was passing by on the sidewalk. They probably would have given me an earful (even though dogs do much, much worse to each other…)
Not such a great run, but I was outside during the one sunny part of the day. I’ll take it.
Tomorrow will be better. Guinness told me so.
And no, I’m not quitting my job, which is usually the reason for using that phrase. I wish I could change my job, but alas, I’ve succumb to the general fear that if I lose my job, I won’t find another one. Ugh.
No, I’ve finally sat on my duff for enough time (five months, in fact) that my running shoes were growing brittle and my legs growing larger. And not with muscle. I finally spent two days trying on larger pants and finally sat down and said “I REFUSE to spend $80+ on jeans because my thighs are too fat for my old pants!” Unfortunately, the elderly Asian woman in the dressing room next to me scurried away without a backwards glance.
So, the hip pain, the knee pain, my tendency to whine is back, along with 10 extra pounds to tote around, longer shirts to hide my jiggly thighs and rear-end, and cold determination to rid myself of this baggage instead of giving in to failure. I’ve lost 30 pounds in the last 3 years, it only took a few bottles of beer, some cheese curds and the TV to start packing it back on. Life, for us fatties, is not fair, but I’ve put in 15 miles already this week, so maybe that’ll result in some change for the better. Let’s hope so!
This is how we spend our winters. No, really. Not sure how it started, but by golly, it’s warm!!!
That was my run today. Step, step, step, step…squirrel! Run, run, run, run….squirrel!!!! At this time of the year (EVERY YEAR!!!) we start having the Sally Awareness Program. I must be aware at all times that Dawg will be scouting The Squirrel. I must be ready. I must be prepared to bend my knees, hold the leash so that it does not break my kidneys or other internal organs, and keep running so that Dawg keeps going and does not obsess over the tree she saw said Squirrel climb.
2-2.5. Squirrels. Cool weather. Clouds. New-ish shoes (the ones I wore for Portland). Awesome new mid-weight running shirt. Leaves. Dawg.
Yeah.
Yum, just as good this time around…
Oh, it’s the famous chunky potato soup from the Southern Living Cookbook.
“When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.” – Winnie the Pooh
I figured that was what made me dash out the door to go running. I tried to run the route I’m doing on Wednesday with The Class, but I misread the directions I had written on my hand, and realized about .5 miles in that I had forgotten to use my inhaler before starting out.
Feh.
Supposed to rain here all week. Of course, I’ll still be running.
After x-rays, MRI’s consultations with orthopedic surgeons, 9 weeks of physical therapy, countless Iontophoresis patches, Zheng Gu Shui, and a cortisone shot I’m still in pain. I have been able to run shorter distance every time I’ve tried. Tonight was a heartbreaking 1.5 miles. Short of a miracle (which the man upstairs has made it abundantly clear that I’m being punished for not going to church) I will not be running the Monster Half.
I’m angry, I upset and most of all just feeling like a failure. I have tried everything the medical expects can think of and it’s not helping. So I’m hanging up my running shoes and will have to look for a new way to keep healthy.
I want to wish all of you luck with your training; this will be my last post for I have nothing to offer the running community. I don’t think I’ll be able to help cheer at the Monster for those of you running. Know I’m 100% cheering you on but just don’t have it in me to stand and watch. I’ll make out to some races later; I just need to take some time to get over it.
Sorry if this is over dramatic or whatever you want to see it as. I feel like I just got dumped, I know it’s not the end of the world, but I’m giving myself the right to be upset about it.
Good Luck TASers!!!
8 weeks until we wreak havoc upon Monterrey. Sally Syclone, Tornado Toots, Landslides Lumpy and Larry, Wiz le Whiteout, and The Pita Plague reunited (and it feels so gooooood…) outside of the U.S. borders. I sense trubble. Tomfoolery. Hijinx. Many, many shenanigans. Never leave out the shenanigans. They’re usually the best part.
I’ve been warned by all of my medical professionals NOT TO DRINK THE WATER!!!!! Toots, please address this issue for the non-Mexican gente, por favor.
Trail run today=wheeeeeee! I’m hoping for more of the same tomorrow. We’re doing an 8 week between marathons training plan that seems pretty easy, so I’m going to have as much fun out on trail as I can. We’ll still get in a 20 miler, but it’s really low mileage. Should be comfortable.
ONWARD AND SOUTHWARD!
