Friday, April 24, 2015

Thoughts From An Injured Runner

(photo from Masterfile)

1.   "I need to get out there SOON!  I miss running!"

2.   "I'M A RUNNER, TOO!  I'm just injured," yelled from the car when passing a random runner on the road.

3.   "Ice is too cold!  ...Oh wait, that feels good...."

4.   "Heat is too hot!  Ouch!  I think I have 3rd degree burns."

5.   "How long do I ice for?  The bed is soaked."

6.   "I don't think I'm icing enough."

7.   "I don't need to make a doctor's appointment.  I'll rehabilitate myself."

8.    "I won't be as fast when I start running again."

9.   "How could I have ever procrastinated a run?  Ever?"

10.   "I'm still going to wear my running clothes when I go grocery shopping to remind all those strangers that I am, in fact, a runner."

11.  "I need to get out there SOON!  I don't know what to do with myself."

12.   "RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation).  I wish I needed to carbo load with some rice..." 

13.   "I can run through an injury, right?"

14.   "I see you runner.  I hate you," muttered quietly from inside the car when passing a smug, show off runner who obviously has no consideration for the injured.

15.   "Just because I'm recovering from an injury doesn't mean I have to stop shopping for running clothes."

16.   "I NEED TO GET OUT THERE SOON!  I think I'm actually dying from not running."

17.    "Maybe I should make a doctor's appointment."

I'm Hip, I'm With It

April 14-17 - No running

April 18 - 5 miles at Bethpage State Park with running buddies, The Emerging Runner (ER) and The Petite Pacer (TPP).  First time I ran with them since New Year's Day.  Celebratory coffee afterwards at Starbucks, ER turned 75 on Sunday.  My hip had been improving since injuring it on Monday.  Before the run, I could only feel a very slight twinge.  After the run, it became increasingly aggravated by the next morning (Fuuuu...)...

ER (center) doesn't look a day over 74, right?

April 19 - (!) I decided to DNS (Do Not Start) the More Fitness Women's Half Marathon rather than DNF.  I did not want to do further damage since I will be starting my marathon training in a month.

April 20, Patriots Day - No running for me, but 30,000 lucky people ran the Boston Marathon.  I watched on my laptop. Universal Sports was the only broadcaster live streaming the event.  I had been so excited for the race all week even though I had opted not to run this year.  A part of me regretted not being at the party (because that's what it feels like when you're there), however the forecast was less than favorable, steady rain throughout the day (which actually didn't start until the elites were almost finished).  Last year's Boston Marathon was the greatest race of my life (albeit, my second slowest) and I will always cherish the memory.  Elite runners, Meb Keflezighi and Shalane Flanagan did not win this year as hoped, but they will always be winners in my book.  Their spirits are never defeated and they just keep keeping on.

April 21-24 - No running.  I've been dying to get out there, but TPP, who also happens to be a physical therapist, advised me to wait until my hip is 100%.  It's like 83.5%.

(photo credit: Pixabay)
Random picture of a hipster.

...and a hippopotamus

...and the Hippocratic Oath

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Hilton Head Running

Monday (4/6/15)- 9.721 miles, 1:22:45, 8:31 pace - We finally arrived at our Marriott Grande Ocean timeshare early Monday afternoon.  I was desperate to get my run in so I flew out the door as soon as the kids were lathered in sun block and ready for some pool time with their father.  I wanted to run through Sea Pines, which is a beautiful, private community just down the road from where we were staying.  The security guard would not let me through the gate without our pass which I left back in the villa.  I turned right on Cordillo Drive and decided to run 5 miles someplace and then turn around.  The temperature was in the mid-70s which was almost too hot, but not quite.  It just took some getting used to.  I had two "bathroom" (translation: thick brush) stops because that is what I do.  When I came back around to our resort, I knew I was just shy of the ten I had planned on.  However, Mother Nature and I still had some business to take care of and that was the end of that.

Tuesday (4/7/15) - 8.18 miles, 1:11:39,  8:45 pace - I headed in a different direction this time down Interstate 278.  Although I was running on a busy four lane road, the bike path makes it easily accessible for runners.  My absolute favorite aspect of Hilton Head is the bike path.  It goes throughout the entire island which is perfect for runners, walkers, bikers, and anyone else who just prefers not to be sitting in a car.  I turned around at four miles and headed back to the villa.

Wednesday (4/8/15) - 5.1 miles, 41:54, 8:13 pace - Sanibel and I went to the gym on the Marriott property.  It is located on the fourth floor so the view from the treadmill is the beach.  I thought I should run a handful of 400s since my half marathon is the following week.  It was challenging considering I can't even remember the last time I did speed work.  February?  

Thursday (4/9/15) - 3.5 miles, 29:59, 8:34 pace - Another gym workout with my daughter.  Another "cleanse" run.

Friday (4/10/15) - No running.  Instead, we rode bikes on the beach which was very cool.

Saturday (4/11/15) - 5.17 miles,  43:52, 8:39 pace - I got my run in before checkout.  I took the Sea Pines pass with me and went through the security gate.  I love running through here because the beautiful homes are tucked away behind gorgeous trees and greenery.  The temperature was cool and there was some light rain and mist.

Weekly Mileage - 31.7

Monday (4/13/15) - 12.01 miles, 1:37:46, 8:08 pace - I didn't run over the weekend because I was too busy plotting a coup in our Ford Explorer on I-95.  I headed over to the Massapequa Preserve at 11:30am.  The temperature was 60 degrees, but I still opted for shorts and a tech shirt.  I ran 6 miles north and then turned around.  I felt good until Mile 9.  My hip started to bother me to the point where I had to stop and walk for a minute.  I wasn't sure if I should run the remainder of the distance, but I really didn't want to walk because I have no patience for walking when I can run.  I started up again.  It wasn't too bad, but not too good either.  I finished the run, but when I got home the pain got progressively worse.  I could barely walk.  I iced it last night and today.  I even took an Advil this afternoon which I never do, but I really don't want to miss the race on Sunday.  Fingers crossed.

Baby Girl and 2016 Presidential Candidate,
 on the balcony of our villa

RS  doing her best Mommy imitation.
Very accurate.

You remember these, right?  Seesaws, the
ultimate playground toy that tested how much
you really trusted the kid on the bottom
not to get up and walk away and plummet
you to butt trauma for the rest of the afternoon.

Beach biking boogie.

Hold on, kiddo, while I try to dodge the sunbathers...
or aim for them...

And finally the one car photo I couldn't upload 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Road Trip (Redux and Retribution)

We drove down to Hilton Head, South Carolina last week because that is what Northeastern parents on a budget do to torture their children (and themselves) and call it a "vacation".  Families pack up their cars as though they're fleeing a zombie apocalypse or auditioning for "Hoarders", then head south after a cold and lonely winter.  Hilton Head is not the only spring break destination by car.  We drive to Washington, DC or North Carolina or Florida (which luckily or unluckily includes all of the aforementioned places).  We go anywhere south of New Jersey because two degrees difference in temperature is like the difference between Lapland and Honolulu after four months of a New York winter-hell-frozen-over.

We left Saturday around noon.  Pete wanted to drive two full days rather than one straight shot.  This is a bad idea.  Don't do this.  Especially when you have children.  Most especially when you have a smarter spouse telling you otherwise.  Most of the traffic we encountered was at the beginning of our journey on the Belt Parkway, Staten Island Expressway, and New Jersey Turnpike.  If there is a road to hell, I imagine it would look like any New York City highway.  There is always traffic, there is always construction, they are riddled with potholes (probably the shortcut to the ultimate, fiery "destination"), and there's always some asshole doing some assholey thing to make the experience even more miserable than you thought possible.  We were supposed to stay in Stafford, Virginia the first night, but never made it.  We got to Fredericksburg by 8pm and were toast by then.  The children and I were hungry and tired and were on the verge of mutiny if he did not stop the car and let us out at once.

There was no way I was going to get a run in.   From the superficial looks of it,  Fredericksburg didn't seem like a running city.  I was too tired to investigate further.  After spending eight tortuous hours in the car, the last thing I wanted to do was torture myself again on the treadmill.

The next day we set out for Bluffton, South Carolina.  Bluffton is basically across the bridge from Hilton Head.  Why we didn't leave a day later and just eliminate Bluffton from the equation is beyond me.  Don't ask.  Or better yet, do ask Mr. I Should Never Be In Charge of Planning Anything Other Than A Kegger.  Sunday was basically Saturday Redux.

What are eight hours in a car with four children and two "adults" (I use this term loosely) like, you ask?  For starters, each child has to use the bathroom at different times, usually right after one of them has just gone, they've "buckled" (I use this term loosely, as well) themselves in, and we merge back onto the highway.  As soon as we're up to highway speed, the next one has to go.  Immediately.  There's no, "I can hold it."  It's always, "I have to go.  Now!  Hurry!  I'm starting to go in my pants...!"  And that's just my 13-year old (Ha ha, just kidding, Sanibel.  That's a little retribution for picking on the little ones during the trip.  Heh heh).  Of course, we ask them each time, who else has to go?  Sometimes we even take them against their will and sit them on the toilets to no avail.  They go when they want, and you don't.

I mentioned seat belts.  Seat belts are optional in their minds.  We buckle them in whenever we get in the car.  At some point during the trip, usually when we're doing 85mph, I'll turn around and see my kids' rendition of Cirque du Soleil in the back of our Ford Expedition.  My 13-year old is laying down as though she's at home on the couch, my 8-year old is undressed down to his boxers sitting upside down on his head, my 5-year old is climbing over a seat so as not to get crushed by the 13-year old, and the baby is climbing on top of the luggage in the trunk.  We do not pull over because we want to get where we're going as fast as we can.  Probably not the prudent choice.  Instead, we yell and threaten them with electronic device withdrawal (because that is what they love more than life itself) until finally compliance.  Twenty minutes later, it's the same scenario.  Redux.

Then there's the matter of "getting along".    I come from a small family, just my older brother and me.  I always wanted to have a lot of kids.  I thought, the more the merrier!  That's what I was taught by the Bradys and the Partidges.  The Bradys even drove to the Grand Canyon without so much as a slap in the face.  Well, I think they wound up in jail and someone got lost, but they still loved each other by the end of the episode.  My children, unfortunately have never seen these shows, so they have no idea how to get along 70s style.  Someone is either hitting or being hit, crying or making someone else cry, screaming or being screamed at, insulting or being insulted.  And that's just their father!  (Ha ha, just kidding Pete.  That's a little retribution for making us sit in the car for 8,000 hours.  Heh heh)

We arrived in Bluffton Sunday night around 8.  There was no way I was going to get a run in.  Ten miler was going to have to wait until Monday.  I'm exhausted just typing this.  My week of running in Hilton Head will be continued tomorrow...

The picture at the top is the only car photo that exists from this trip.  It was taken in Washington, DC on our way home.  We drove almost ten hours, double the predicted GPS time, to get home after this was taken.  Those clueless smiles on our faces quickly turned upside down.  Permanently.  For the same reasons stated above.  It was another Redux car trip.  Thankfully, for legal reasons, no other pictures exist.

(Oh wait.  You don't see a picture at the top of this post?  I tried to upload one, but my evil laptop told me that the startup disk was full and I should delete files.  I did as I was told.  I clicked on what I thought were blank files.  Now I've lost all access to any Word documents and possibly all of my iPhotos.  And the startup disk is still full.  Hating everything right now.  Could this be retribution?  Not funny.)

Friday, April 3, 2015

Three Things

Three Things:

1.  Today is April 3.  Apparently, the More Magazine Women's Half Marathon (I'm in...?!) is in 16 days.  Wow.  That totally snuck up on me.  I was doing a decent job building up my mileage toward 40 per week...until the week of March 16 when I had a nasty head and chest cold (19.9 miles).  And then the week after when I silently protested the continuation of cold weather by not running on unseasonably cold days (22 miles).  So to say that I'm in no racing condition would be well, spot on.  The last time I ran farther than 8 miles was February 28th.  April 18th will be a nice, expensive (And what exactly do I get for my $90 entrance fee?  Nada, niente, rien, zilch?  A cheesecake*?  Minus the cheese?  And the cake?  Count me in!) "fun run" through Central Park.  Great.  

2.  On April 1 I registered for the St. George Marathon lottery.  Results will be in May 11.  Greater!

3.  And finally, in the spirit of racing, I decided to run the Long Beach City Manager's 10 Mile race again in May.  Every time I run this race, I swear it will be the last.  The first time I ran it, it poured rain from Mile 2-10.  The second time I ran it, the wind was ridiculously windy (!) by the water I could barely breathe, not to mention the course was measured incorrectly.  But I will not be deterred.  This time, it will be perfect.  You heard it here first.  The weather will be perfect; the course will be an astonishingly perfect 10 miles (No 10 mile course will be more 10 miles than this one!); and I will PR like a first time marathoner.  Guaranteed!  Yep, the glass is half full tonight...or should I say the beer bottle....wink wink...  Greatest!

Monday (3/30/15) -  8 miles
Wednesday (4/1/15) - 5.58 miles.  8 miler interrupted by phone calls.  Downside of running "connected".
Thursday (4/2/15) - 8 miles
Friday (4/3/15) - 5.58 miles.  8 miler interrupted by Mother Nature.  Downside of running after breakfast and two cups of coffee.

Weekly Mileage (so far) - 27.2 miles

l to r: Rose, Dorothy, 
and Blanche moments
before devouring a
young cheesecake
separated from its pride.

*There is a half marathon in the Rockaways that actually gives out whole cheesecakes at the finish line.  Sign me up!