Tuesday, August 27, 2013

I pulled the Trigger


I've been thinking about it for some time now.

I made a training plan and I've been secretly training all summer.

Ok.  It's not so much of a secret.  My friends caught on quickly.

And I suck at keeping my own secrets.  I can keep everyone else's secrets, but not my own.  The excitement gets to me.

I've been waiting to register.  Waiting to make sure the calf muscle I tore back in March would tolerate the mileage increase.  Waiting to feel like I'm ready to take on 26.2 again.

The calf is holding up, but the jury is still out as to whether I can do it.

What is "IT", you ask?

The Columbus Marathon!


I pulled the trigger.  I'm done thinking about it.  On October 20th, I will take on 26.2 again.  I registered and then I had a small panic attack.

My heart rate went up a little when I typed that: I will take on 26.2 again.  EEK!  My last marathon was awful and I have to admit, it freaks me out a little to do it again. 

Long distance is what I love, so here I go.

I'm trying hard to not overthink that dreadful day last year that was the Cleveland Marathon, but all of the what ifs are in the back of my mind.

What if marathon day sucks again just like it did last time?

What if I'm just not cut out for the distance I love?

Then this caught my eye...


A magnet hanging on my fridge from Shubeez.  I keep it at my eye level (not very tall) to remind me every day to put the what ifs aside and just believe in myself.


Bring on 26.2.  I've got this.

I think.

Ok, so I'm a work in progress.


Have you ever run the Columbus Marathon or half?  I ran the half last year.  Loved it!

Friday, August 23, 2013

Friday Faves

Has it really been 18 days since I've blogged?

Yes, yes it has.

Well, I'm glad y'all haven't forgotten about me during my absence.  Things have been busy around here and I haven't been in much of a writing mood.  Thanks for understanding.

Let me kick off my bloggity homecoming with a couple of Friday Faves!


Swiftwick Vibe Zero

Photo borrowed from the Swiftwick website.
I bought these Swiftwick socks several weeks ago.  Up until then, I'd been strictly a Balega girl, but I had a coupon for a store, couldn't find anything else I wanted to buy so I shopped socks.  We runners can never have too many socks, right?  The store doesn't carry Balega, so I tried something new.

I love them.

The Swiftwick Vibe Zero compression socks offer a cushy bottom, they're breathable and they're just tight enough that they don't move around in my shoes but they're not too tight to cut off circulation.

I wore them for 16 miles in the pouring rain and my feet were very happy.
It would appear that I have two favorite running socks now.


ViewSport V-Man Tank

Picture taken from ViewSport's Website
I won this V-Man tank from ViewSport by participating in a Twitter chat #SweatProud back in July.

ViewSport has some awesome shirts that have messages that show up on the shirt when you sweat.  The shirt I won says "TRAIN HARDER".  This tank is super soft and comfortable.  I wear it all the time to lift weights as well as normal every day wear.

ViewSport sells shirts with other fun messages as well.  I'm totally coveting the "I AM A BEAST" tank because, well, I like to think I'm beast-like.





You, too, could do a forearm inversion if you wear this V-Man tank.

I am a ViewSport affiliate through FitFluential.  I earn a portion of all sales made by clicking my special link.  This particular shirt was won through a random drawing and has nothing to do with my affiliation.  If you would like to purchase ViewSport merchandise, I ask that you use this link: click me click me click me

Your turn!
Have you ever run in Swiftwick socks? 
What do you think of ViewSport's sweat activated technology?


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Monday, August 5, 2013

Dublin Irish Festival 5K


Last Thursday night was the Dublin (Ohio) Irish Festival 5K...more importantly, it was Ellie's first 5K.

Mommy Brag
I have to say it: she was a rock star.

My friend, Laurie, wanted to join us for Ellie's 5K debut, so Ellie had two cheerleaders to run with plus Randy and Aleena with the camera on the sideline at the start and finish.

Ellie and I decided on our plan of attack for this race: we would run until she needed to walk, then we'd run for 5 more seconds before we walked. 

I knew the course had hills, she did not. 

I'm mean like that.

When we started running, Ellie did great with keeping her pace conservative.  Over the past couple of months, we've been talking about running slower to run longer, but at age 6, impulse usually gets the best of her when I'm not around to remind her.

Shortly after we passed the spectators at the starting line, Ellie said she needed to walk.  I looked at my watch and laughed.  One tenth of a mile and she wanted to walk?  Not a chance.  We kept running.

The first hill wasn't really steep, but it was long.  No big deal for Laurie and I since we've been running hill repeats on a much larger hill, but Ellie was huffing a puffing.  That was our first walk break.

We had a few more, but not near as many as I expected to have.

Mile 2.5 (a downhill)
There were a few times when she said she didn't want to run anymore, but Laurie or I would pick a land mark and said we'd walk to it, then we'd run.  And we did.

Ellie never uttered the words I can't do this.  Ever.

Everyone who runs long distances has probably said those words. 

I have.

She didn't.

Granted, 3.1 miles isn't a "long distance", but to a 6 year old, I'm sure it is.

Ellie was getting pretty tired just before mile 3 and, of course, the finish was uphill.  Laurie and I just talked to her, telling her that the finish line was right around the next curve.

Her eyes lit up when she saw it and she pulled ahead of Laurie and I, but it wasn't quite a sprint like she did at the end of the Mile Dash a few weeks ago.

Eric, who runs the Grasshoppers program and knows all of the kids' names, announced Ellie as we approached the finish line.

Finished!
Laurie and I cheered for Ellie as we crossed the finish line right behind her.


I'm so proud of my baby.

 
Official time: 44:11

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Halfway There


Jackson is now 3 weeks post-op, which means we're half way done with crate confinement!  Woohoo!

Crate confinement has gone much better than I expected. He's actually not in the crate as much as I thought he would be, which my friend Angela told me would be the case but I was too busy freaking out to believe her.  In addition to his scheduled rehab times, any time Jackson stands up in the crate, I take him outside to walk around the yard for a potty break.

This is what our typical day looks like:

4:40am My alarm goes off.  I run or lift heavy things.

6:00am Randy is up, showered and brings the dogs down the stairs.  Jackson is not allowed to walk up or down stairs but he's really good at the wheelbarrow walk.  Randy holds Jack's back end up and Jack walks down the stairs on his front legs.  We have a split level house, so he's only walking down 6 steps, not a whole flight.
Randy feeds the dogs and does Jack's first round of rehab for the day while I shower.

7:00am The Little Ladies wake up and eat breakfast, watch a show and/or play with toys.

9 or 10:00am Jack gets his second round of rehab for the day.  All four of us walk, now we're up to walking for 30 minutes, which means my Little Ladies are also walking about 2 miles twice a day.  They're getting tired of it, but being sports about it...usually.


10:00am-12:00pm This is when we get to do fun things.  Park, play with friends, go to the zoo...if we plan to eat lunch out of the house, we typically come home by 2....

2:00pm More rehab.  We massage, we practice range of motion, we practice ground pole exercises in the yard, new this week: walking in figure 8s then we walk for 30 minutes.

3:00pm The kids get more playtime, lucky girls.

4:00pm I start prepping dinner.  With all of the interruptions, it usually takes me until 6pm to get dinner made and on the table.

5:00pm Dinner time for the dogs.  Odie starts trying to herd me to the food bowls at 4 and gets very insistent at 4:45.  Usually Randy is getting home from work around this time.

6:00pm Dinner for the human family members then baths for the Little Ladies.

7:00pm Bedtime for the girls then one of us does the last rehab and walk of the day with the J-man.

I'm usually in bed by 10pm unless Randy is watching a stupid show like Storage Wars or Pawn Stars and it sucks me in.

Randy takes the dogs outside for one last potty break then wheelbarrows Jackson up the stairs to bed.

I'm exhausted just typing that out.

The fact is, Jackson's rehab takes up a lot of our day and, unfortunately, the Little Ladies don't have a choice but participate in rehab with me.

Some of our conversations go like this:

Mom, can I paint?
Right now, I need you to get your shoes on so we can take J-man for a walk.  You can paint when we get back.

Aleena is so over the dog rehab.
Mom, can we go to the park?
We're not going to have time today, after I'm done stretching Jack's leg, I need to start dinner.  We'll go to the park tomorrow morning.  (It rained the next morning.  Sigh.)

Mom, can we use the mixing machine today?
Yes.  Let's make cookies, Mama needs chocolate.

I do not like the cone of shame.
For the first two weeks after surgery, I felt really guilty leaving the house because I had to put Jackson in the cone of shame to make sure he didn't chew his staples out.  We didn't go to the waterpark at all for two weeks and it was the perfect weather for it.  Now that he has no staples and we can leave the house for a few hours, the weather is too cold for the waterpark.  Sigh.

On a happier note, Jackson seems to be enjoying his downtime.  When we come in from a walk or from exercising in the backyard, he walks right to his crate, lays down and passes out.  I think all of this exercises wears him out.

Three weeks down, three to go. 

Please don't tell me that the past three weeks have flown by.

They have not, I assure you.

But this sweet boy is worth it and the little ladies grudgingly agree.

What have you been up to for the past few weeks?