Yesterday, the sun came out to say hello!! It was a welcome sight after hiding behind clouds for well over a week. I took advantage of the mild temps to do some past-due pool maintenance and to spend some time soaking up those wonderful rays!
Let’s hope that the tumbleweeds are all blown away by now. I’ve been cleaning them out of the skimmers for a couple of months and I’m always on edge because the things are FULL of them. I have to reach down through the weeds that are packed in to grab the handle of the skimmer basket. (GROSS!!!) I DO NOT like seeing ANY kind of spider, alive or dead in those skimmers and the thought that one could be lurking (alive or dead) underneath all those weeds just creeps me out! (Snakes almost as bad!) And even though I know all those critters are long gone with the warm summer temps, I still get a little nervous every time I pop off the cover. Yes, I spared you a visual of the nastiness of my pool skimmers. You’re welcome.
Sophie and Izze LOVE to come out in the back yard. Especially Izze. She just loves to run. Sophie is a little more refined and, well, not ADHD, so she simply walks around like royalty (or a nice, slow gallop). As much as they love the trip outside, they love going back in even more, because it means a treat for using the potty outside! LOL
I did something else yesterday. It was one of those “facing my demons” type of exercise, even if loosely so. I don’t think it is a surprise to any of my friends in the running community that I was not ecstatic about my marathon time. Yes, I KNOW I ran it injured and yes, during the race I just wanted to finish and tried not to worry about my time. But I worried about my time. Until yesterday I had not even opened that run on RunKeeper. Usually, I am back on RunKeeper almost immediately to analyze my splits, elevation and cadence. But not this run. I could not bring myself to look. And while I’m still not to the point that I can post the splits here, they weren’t AS bad as I expected. I actually held my pace fairly consistently through mile 14, which was longer that I remembered from the race. Even then, I was able to hold it together fairly well until mile 18, which is when I started really slowing down. I’m glad I finally looked because it made me realize I didn’t suck it up quite as badly as I initially thought. At the end of the day, I am beginning to accept this first effort for what it was and I can feel the disappointment slipping away. I’m actually starting to appreciate what I was able to accomplish. Yay!!
I also started the “rehab” component of my recovery. I walked 15 minutes on the treadmill at a brisk, but manageable pace, then went through a few of my hip exercises – leg lifts and clam shells with the resistance bands and hip thrusts. I cut the reps down to 20 and used the lighter resistance band. Thankfully, I have not noticed any new aches or pains so far!! I will continue walking every day and increase that a bit at a time, but I think I’ll keep the hip exercises to every other day for now.
I stopped by my chiropractor and even though I told him last week I was taking some time off, he was speechless when I told him my decision not to run for 4 weeks. I thought I saw him swaying back and forth for a moment, so I wonder if he was on the verge of fainting. In any case, I’m confident that he NEVER expected to hear those words coming from my mouth. At the end of the visit, he was glowing like a proud parent. My Christmas present to him: one visit with a non-combative Jen.
Happy Tuesday everyone!!