Lately, I have been bewildered by the amount of common knowledge that doesn’t seem so common. So why not share just a few of my findings?
4 (or all) way stops: This seems a simple concept but every time I stop at one that is occupied by 2 or more cars, confusion seems to ensue. Is it that difficult to notice who got there first?? Or is it just our society where, after giving everyone participation trophies as a child, a chunk of the population is living under the delusion that they are ALWAYS in first place, giving them the right to ‘cut’ in front of everyone else?
Greater than and less than signs. I wonder if anyone really knows which is which and how to use them. But, it is my personal quest to educate the masses. Remember, the alligator eats the biggest (greater) portion. And less than always points to the left. For example, I ❤ NY < Texas (in your mind read I heart New York less than Texas).
Keurig etiquette: OK, people, Keurigs have been around long enough that etiquette has been established. In the office (or any other ‘public’ place), it is customary to dispose of your K-cup when you finish brewing your cup of whatever it is you just brewed. To be honest, I don’t really want to dispose of your K-cup just so I can brew my own cup of coffee.
Fast lane: PLEASE do not drive in the fast lane if you are going to observe the speed limit. The fast lane is for people like me, who are always running behind and feel like the speed limit is more of a guideline, open to interpretation. You make me want to ram you with my car!! Same goes for the people on one lane roads who won’t pull over on the shoulder to let me by.
Kid drop-off: I have noticed parents (mostly cheer ((sorry to stereotype)) – there is a cheer organization RIGHT next to volleyball) take up the going AND coming lanes in order to let their kids out at the door. I understand not wanting to just drop your kid off in the parking lot to be run over by another parent who isn’t paying attention, but MUST you take up ALL the space? Most people with common courtesy try to park in a manner that creates the least amount of disruption to traffic.
End of today’s observations. Must talk now of happy things.
TODAY IS A RUN DAY!!! Last Saturday was my first post-marathon run. It was OK. As you know, I had some issues with my right side. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting the run to be that great, so I went in with the mindset that I needed to gather information….and I did!! But this week, something changed. I think the visit to the myofascia guy cleared up some lingering issues (for now, at least), and I am finding that I am giddy with excitement about today’s run. I am planning to stick with the 5 min run/5 min walk intervals. If things go well, I’ll add 1 minute to the run intervals on my upcoming runs. If things don’t go so well, I’ll stick to this workout for a while. Never in a million years did I expect that I could be OK with run/walk intervals. I’ll chalk it up to maturity. I am getting old, after all!
Just kidding (kind-of)! Now, there was a time (not too long ago) that I would have considered a walk break to be downright cheating and would have had to have been on the brink of death to even consider it. I am now embracing walk breaks for all the positives that they bring. Taking walk breaks will help me rebuild my running muscles without the risk of reinjury. Walk breaks decrease fatigue in a runner. Form suffers when fatigue sets in, so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to perfect that before taking on longer distances again. And, as I learned Saturday, walk breaks provide nice opportunities for snapping pics! 🙂
I haven’t run since last Saturday because my right ITB bothered me during my run. I was waiting to see my myofascia guy before I made the decision of when to run again. At my session last night, I was reminded how true it is that everything is connected. He immediately found that my hips were off….AGAIN. I don’t know WHEN I am going to learn that everything is connected to my hips, but recently my left foot has been striking the ground weird. All the time….walking or running, it just felt….off. To the point that I was beginning to think that I had become an over-pronator. (OK I realize how ridiculous this thinking is and WHY don’t I immediately assume my hips are to blame?!) When I got home after the visit, I noticed that my foot was striking the ground normally again. Whew!
Back to the visit. So I really went in because my right ITB was angry during Saturday’s run. (It was also VERY angry with me the rest of the day on Saturday.) I couldn’t help but laugh when he agreed that it was indeed very tight. But the best news of the evening came when he went to work on my left side. He felt that my ITB was in a better place than last week, and remember I ran on it Saturday!! That left me very hopeful that I can and will make a glorious comeback!
I love my myofascia guy and seriously learn something new every visit! Last night, I learned that your fibula (the bone on the outside of the shin) is supposed to move 1/4 inch in either direction. And guess what?? Mine didn’t move well on either side. So he fixed that, too.
Looks like my next opportunity to run will be Friday afternoon, so look forward to a full report!
I’m not sure if I mentioned this, but last week my myofascia guy STRONGLY recommended that I find Ab Ripper from the P90X series and start doing it to strengthen my hip flexors. So I mentioned it to some of my Twitter peeps and my friend, Earl, from New York IMMEDIATELY volunteered to lend me his copy. I breifly wondered why he was so excited about sharing…..until the package came in the mail and it’s contents held more than just some DVDs.
So Earl thought it would be funny for me to post a pic in this I ❤ NY outfit to our group. But, I HAD to add some Texas flair! What I’ve learned: Texas folks have reason to be suspicious of New Yorkers and the general population has NO idea what the < and > signs mean, or how they are to be interpreted.
Seriously, though, I appreciate Earl letting me borrow his P90X DVDs! I can tell that I will enjoy them and, hopefully will get a little stronger in the process!
Last night I finished reading Same Kind of Different as Me, which is a book that has been on my “To Read” list for quite some time. Originally, I had it on my list because I remember Allison telling me that I HAD to read it. (In all honesty, I haven’t read much since her death, because she was the main person who kept my my list of books to read completely full.) Anyway, I decided to get back into the habit and have been reading each night before bed. So when I downloaded this book and opened it up, I noticed that the date it was published was 2006, 2 years after Allison passed away. I SWEAR she is the one that told me to read it. In fact, over the years, each time it has been mentioned I have responded with, “oh yes, Allison was insistent that I read that one.” And I am quite convinced she told me that I needed to read it, although I’m just not exactly sure of the way she told me.
The book was AMAZING. It is how the paths of a homeless black man and affluent white man cross, and the life-long friendship that developed as a result. It was raw and honest and totally up my alley (and it had Allison written ALL over it!)
This weekend was fast and furious, to say the least, but it was one of the most fun weekends that I have had in quite some time!
Saturday morning I was up, bright and early, for my first run since my marathon on December 14. Six weeks of no running. Needless to say, I was excited, but I also went in with the mindset that it would be an information-gathering run – more of a state-of-my-recovery kind of assessment, if you will.
This was the first run with my new watch and I absolutely LOVED the change. I had created my workout and synced to the watch ahead of time, complete with my targeted heart rate zones. I planned a 5 min walking warm-up followed by 3 repeats of 5 min running in heart rate zone 3 (130-148), then 5 min walking in zone 2 (112-129) with a 5 min cool down. Now, I realize these zones aren’t completely accurate for me, since I am unable to figure my threshold at this point, but I think they will work until I am able to perform all the diagnostic tests. My first running interval was 10:21/average per mile. The second was at 10:54 and the third at 11:24. Since my watch only showed my heart rate and the countdown to the next interval, I had NO idea of my pace (which was a VERY good thing). I knew on the 3rd interval that I had slowed considerably, and as a result I kept trying to speed ahead but my watch wouldn’t let me! Believe me when I say that I wanted that thing to quit beeping at me, so I did as I was told! LOL!! Overall, it was a very good run, except the crankiness in my right ITB on the 3rd interval. I am not all that surprised or all that concerned, as my myofascia release has been focused on my left (gimpy) side. I will be going this week for a full body release so hopefully we can take care of some of the right side issues. Bottom line, though, is that the run gave me hope that I CAN come back and I WILL come back strong!
After the run, I dashed home to stretch, foam roll and shower in an attempt to make it to Logan’s 9 am soccer game on time. I’ll just kill the suspense and tell you that I did NOT make it to the game on time. I made it to the soccer game just before half-time. The morning was BEAUTIFUL! Sun was shining, light breeze and temps warmed quickly so that I didn’t even need a jacket! Logan even played right midfield as opposed to his usual defensive position, barely missing heading the ball in on a cross in the second half. A fun twist was our 2-student spirit section. They brought their drums and played the entire game. All would have been complete, if only we had brought our vuvuzelas! The boys ended their tournament on a win and have gone to 3-2-3 on the season, which is about 3 wins and 2 ties better than last season already!
A long-time friend of mine owns an online newspaper in town, the North Texas E-News. He is a phenomenal photographer (well, it helps to have a high-dollar camera) and he is so supportive of ALL the surrounding schools. I can’t tell you how many amazing pictures he took of Taylor over the years. Now that we have home soccer games, he is braving the elements to capture those moments as well!
After the soccer game, I rushed home to pack. Alli’s team was playing in a tournament at the Dallas Convention Center and I had made a last-minute decision to spend the night. I scurried around the house like a mad person packing, rushed to catch the last half of Alli’s basketball game, and we were off to downtown Dallas!
As a refresher, Alli is setter on Madfrog 10s National volleyball team. Even though the 10s age group is growing in USA Volleyball, our girls will end up playing in the 12s division in almost all of our tournaments, and it was no different this weekend. However, our girls have been well-trained and our coaching is impeccable. They rolled through pool play, with a 6-0 set count to clinch 1st place in our pool and end the day. Sunday morning we were back, bright and early, at 7:15. We easily won our first three matches of the day to secure our spot in the finals.
I knew that the team in the finals would be difficult to beat. Our girls don’t take into account the age of the opponent. Or their size. Or how well they can serve. Collectively, as a team, they never seem to get rattled. Of course, there are times when our serving is off. There are times when our serve receive is off. There are times when the pistons aren’t all firing. But they never look defeated. The team they played was very good, but our girls kept playing their game. They ended up losing the first game 25-22, but still battled in the second set. The teams traded points (point runs, to be more accurate), until the opposing team was able to clinch a 25-23 victory. The coach of the other team even came over to congratulate our girls on the way they played and added that he hoped to never face them again. Even so, the girls were devastated! And I giggled a little bit inside because they were sad about 2nd place….in a 12s tournament!! There were several moments of tears. While all of us parents are in awe of their accomplishment, they truly believed they could win and believed that they should have won (and they were right!). I LOVE that attitude!
Taylor’s team was also playing in this tournament, so I was able to watch her team play when Alli was off. She is such a good coach and I am very proud of her! She is the type of coach that finds something to say about every single play. That kind of coaching is what develops great athletes. I have no doubt that she will enjoy many successes in her volleyball coaching career!
Now for the non-sport activities!
Taylor stayed in the hotel with us Saturday evening. On our way to the hotel after our afternoon of volleyball, we stopped at Klyde Warren Park in downtown Dallas (to eat from the food trucks – don’t judge!). This is a beautiful space that was built on top of a freeway.
The REAL reason I wanted to eat at the food trucks was because I saw the Trailercakes truck. How I have managed to live this long without having one of their cupcakes still boggles my mind. Sadly, they only had coconut left, and we all know I have sensory issues with food – shredded coconut included, so I had to pass. We finally decided to place our order at Butcher’s Son. (OK, YES, the name grossed me out, as I couldn’t shake the vision of all the meat chopping going on in there, but the girls’ votes over-rode me.) I ordered chicken quesadilla. Safe, right? WRONG. THIS is what was inside:
CHICKEN SAUSAGE!!!! I thought the meat poking out the side looked funny. Then I thought the meat tasted funny and had weird/wrong texture. Then I looked at the meat. In case you don’t know, I have minor issues with meats that have been ground up and shoved into some sort of casing. Yes….me. I know it’s difficult to fathom, but go ahead and fathom it.
When we made it back to hotel, I stretched and rolled my ITB out with my trusty, portable friend, The Stick. (And then I read my Kindle 🙂
By the time Alli and I started making our way home Sunday afternoon, it was 3:30. We were both starved and exhausted. But, I had promised her Buffalo Wild Wings, so BWW it was. Normally, we wouldn’t order appetizers and our meal, but, hey, her team had just ended up in 2nd place and she worked hard! So we did order appetizers and when she had finished eating this happened:
She actually laid down in the booth while I finished eating. Winning wears you out. Literally.
I am still dragging this morning, but she woke up refreshed and ready to conquer the week. Oh, and she expressed the need for a medal hanger – like mine that I hang my running medals on, except volleyball. Apparently she is planning on earning many more medals!
Wednesday was a BIG day in the World Of Jen. But, before we get to that, soccer.
I know I have said before how proud I am of our soccer team, but I REALLY mean it! Remember, our second-year program is in its infancy and we live in an area removed from the metro area which means we have ONE player who plays club soccer. One, out of the 21 on our roster. Logan has played since 4th grade, but I could never talk him into club (he was only interested in playing with his friends).
The #1 ranked team in our region came to town on Tuesday. Honestly, my only hopes for the game was that we could contain them defensively (somewhat). Our boys played AMAZINGLY! We actually kept possession of the ball for a good chunk of the game, AND we scored TWO goals on them! One was a beautiful shot from 35 yards out. Logan said that on the field it looked to be going out, then curved into the goal. It really was a mouth-watering play. Our next goal came off of a corner. There was a disputed play in which our fans (and coach) felt a goal was made, but it wasn’t acknowledged by the official. And then there was that missed Penalty Kick. The score ended up being 2-6, but the level of play that our boys displayed still has me beaming with pride.
Logan headed this ball in the right direction (can you feel me smiling?). I was beyond proud of the way he played Tuesday evening. He played all 80 minutes of the game and did a great job at defense! I do think my camera may be sick, however, after using it in the freezing cold last week. I’m going to see how it acts during the daylight and decide if I need to take it to the camera doctor or not.
I think we all know by now that I have a serious peanut butter addiction. I bought a 40 oz jar and opened it on Monday. It’s 1/4 gone already. In 3 days I have managed to consume 10 oz of peanut butter. (That’s not much, right?) I bought this recently but didn’t crack it open until yesterday (mainly because it required stirring).
OH. MY. GOSH! I have admitted my weakness for all things caramel. This combination is just unfair. The only thing that may save me from devouring the entire jar in one sitting is the sweetness of it. It is VERY sweet. (I may or may not have dipped into it twice yesterday.)
Now for the News of the Day!
Yesterday was a BIG day for me. I had my appointment with my myofascia guy. We always talk beforehand….he wants me to give him my personal assessment of where I am and let him know what has been going on. Then, the real test is if I have managed to interpret my body’s signals correctly. Well, folks, I PASSED!!! Maybe I actually DO listen to my body? He agreed that my ITB was much better. He agreed that my glutes were not as tight. My tissues released MUCH easier and more quickly than in the last visit. I know I still have a battle ahead of me to get things working smoothly again, but there was something even MORE exciting that I didn’t even expect….
He always tests my glutes to see how they are firing, since the glutes tend to “go to sleep” in long distance runners. And….mine are usually “asleep” when he checks! LOL!!! (He has this resistance thing that he does to “wake them up” and wants me to do it at home but it requires a partner. So far, Taylor is the only person in my family who has been able to do the partner part correctly…and she is usually away at college.) Back to the glute test…. I have never seen him as excited as he was after the test. He said that my glutes were stronger than he has EVER seen them!! Do you know what that means? All this strength work IS making a difference!!!
At the end of my visit, I asked him if he thought it was time for me to get back on the road. He said YES!! Of course, he emphasized to take it easy and I explained my “start-from-scratch” plan. What does this all mean? I plan to run on Saturday!!!! I’m excited, but anxious. And I solemnly swear to take it easy!
Even though the rest of America had the day off yesterday, I did not. But since I did get off earlier than usual, it had the vague feeling of a holiday.
The weather in Texas has been PHENOMENAL the past few days. Temps have been in the 60s, with the beautiful sun smiling down on us everyday. Saturday, I was cooped up indoors reffing volleyball ALL DAY, so Sunday I took full advantage of the weather and did my biking OUTSIDE!! It. Was. AMAZING!!! (Well, except for the cross-winds, but I was so deprived of outdoor activity I welcomed even those.) Took this beautiful pic on the ride back to my house. I know the landscape is brown and dreary, but with the hay bales in the background and the clear, blue sky, it took my breath away. Even in the midst of winter, I love my Texas! Later in the day, I went outside at dusk and couldn’t resist snapping this pic. Alli has gotten into the habit of making herself hot chocolate every evening. She loves to pile her mug high with marshmallows. Sadly, this happened Sunday evening….
Alli forgot or didn’t realize that I had recently used that burner and it was still VERY warm! And yes, the marshmallows at the bottom of the pile were melted. Honestly, I’m just glad that she didn’t burn her hand. There is a joke in our family about me burning the kids….of course, I would have been off the hook on this one! I wiped as much as I could off the burner and let it sit to cool and came off much easier than I expected when I cleaned it!
I mentioned that I had to work yesterday. I went with the clinic supervisor to Wal-Mart to buy supplies for the clinics at each of our campuses (I work in the school system). I was tasked with buying a sympathy card for a lady at our campus whose father recently passed away. I tried to tell everyone that buying cards is NOT my forte, but I was given the job anyway. When we got back to campus, I dug the card out of the sack and immediately noticed something wasn’t quite right.
Ok….the card is on the bottom and the envelope I grabbed is on the top. See the problem?? I doubt I will ever be given card-buying duty again.
Since Monday was a teacher work-day, I got off earlier than usual and found myself FIGHTING the urge to go for a run. (In case you don’t know, I have been nursing an ITB injury for the last 5 weeks. IF things are looking good, I plan to run this weekend.) The weather was SO BEAUTIFUL and I had that feeling in my gut that I NEEDED to get out and get in a run. Thankfully, I have good friends who were able to point out the folly in that and with their help I was able to suppress the urge. As usual, this incident got me to thinking. At first, I was focused on poor me and not being able to run (yet). I acknowledged (to myself) that I am suffering some depression as a result of the injury and the fact that my body isn’t able to do what I want it to do. But I didn’t want to stay in that place. I was able to shift my thinking from the things that I am unable to do to the progress that I’ve made since the marathon, and ended the day feeling mildly optimistic! Here are some things that made my list:
I can bend my knee without pain and stiffness. If you had seen me the week of the marathon, you would completely understand. Plus, I had a few weeks of residual knee stiffness that would happen after sitting for extended periods of time, that is now GONE!!
I can sleep on my left (injured) side without pain. In the beginning, and even before the beginning, sleeping on my left side caused A LOT of stiffness when I got up in the morning. Problem: I sleep mainly on my left side. But, every day, when I get up I feel better!
My ankle has regained range of motion. It’s ALL connected, people. EVERYTHING is connected to the hip. I had noticed that when my ITB was starting to act up, I would feel some pain in my ankle when I moved it a certain way. That feeling is gone!!
I can’t feel my ITB. This is a biggie, because my ITB has been so tight that I could feel it when I moved certain ways (well, most ways to be honest). I personally like it better when I don’t even know it is there! LOL
I don’t have TFL tightness when I get up after sitting.
I saw my chiropractor yesterday and he was unconcerned about my plan to begin running this weekend AND thinks our weekly visits should be extended to bi-weekly. But I have one more hurdle. I see my myofascia guy on Wednesday and that will be the real test. I haven’t been in 3 weeks and to say that I am anxious would be an understatement! To me, my body feels like it is in a much better place than when I visited him 3 weeks ago, but I will rely on his assessment to made the final decision about running this weekend or holding off a little longer. I welcome ALL of your good mojo, because I need some good news!!
I’ll leave you with last night’s dinner. Grilled chicken, baked potato and one of my faves – Brussels sprouts!! I recreated a dish that my niece brought to Thanksgiving, by baking the Brussels in olive oil, Balsamic vinegar and dried cranberries. It was DIVINE. And I am sharing this photo for my ONE friend who LOVES Brussels sprouts SOOOO MUCH! This is for you, Jane!
A few weeks ago I attempted (and failed) to write this post. I finally scrapped it because I just wasn’t able to get my thoughts onto the page in a way that made sense without rambling on for days. Here’s to never giving up!
Originally, I began thinking about myself as a runner while I was attempting to come to terms with my less-than-stellar marathon performance. (By the way, I HAVE achieved peace in regards to the race, accepted it and can genuinely say that I am content.) It was during this time that I had a little epiphany about perception.
So how does perception tie into all this? Back to marathon…..I was upset with myself because I wasn’t able to embrace the results and appreciate what I had accomplished. WHY did I feel that way and WHY did I feel like such a failure? When I say that I don’t compare myself to others, I mean it. I am pretty content living in Jen’s little life bubble. However, most of my online interactions are with other runners and that is where the perception comes into play. Even though I don’t compare myself to them, I do think this has kept me from fully appreciating MY accomplishments because my “norm” has become what I see my online friends doing.
Gaining understanding of this has helped me in many ways. Like I said, I now embrace my marathon for what it was. But, it also helped shape my running goals for the coming year. I recently shared with someone that often, in regards to running, I feel like a poser. For one, I feel I don’t run enough, cross train enough, stretch enough or foam roll enough! And as much as I hate to admit it, don’t always consider myself a “runner”, even though I KNOW I am! However, my new-found perspective has allowed me to cast away some of these self-imposed standards.
So all this got me thinking about running and how I can create a balanced fitness regime and why do I LOVE running SOOOO much? I mean, my whole focus this year is to do all the cross training so I can stay healthy….in order to become a better runner. (I know my focus should be on being fit vs run, but still debating myself on that one.) Initially, I started running as a way to improve my fitness and lose weight. I wanted to be healthy by the time I turned 40. But along the way, I discovered the Jen that had been lost for a while (and I may have developed a little addiction to endorphins).
And the reason Jen was lost?? Ten years ago, my best friend, Allison, died suddenly. Actually, our families were best friends. My husband and her husband did almost everything together. Our children did everything together. I can’t describe how close we were and how much I treasured her friendship. She was a soul mate. That loss changed the lives of everyone in my family, and I had a VERY difficult time dealing with it. In fact, getting pregnant with Alli just a month after Allison passed away was the best thing that could have happened to me. But I’m saving that story for Alli’s birthday.
Honestly, I spent the next 7 years in a fog, just going through the motions of life. I doubt most people realized how deep the grief was for me, but another of my good friends told me once that my sparkle was gone. I did find enjoyment in my family and in my kids’ activities, but other than that, I was simply existing – going through the motions.
But then one day, I started running. Surprisingly, I REALLY enjoyed it. The challenge of making it to the next milestone ignited a passion in me that had been dormant for so long. I still remember the first time I ran a mile. Then two miles. Five miles were HUGE! I said I would never run a half marathon, but I did. I also said I would never run a marathon….BUT I DID!!
Oh, and did I mention that Allison was a runner? She always tried to talk me into running with her and I would just laugh! I know she is so proud and I can feel her with me every time I get out there on the road.
Running has given me so much: it has helped me to find my happiness and self-confidence again (happy Mama means happy family!); it has forged a connection with my kids – I’ve been able to run 5ks with Alli as well as 5ks and a half marathon with Taylor; it has connected me with many wonderful people I would have never met otherwise; and it has shown me that I truly can do anything I put my mind to. So it’s more than running. It’s about living.
This little exercise in self-discovery has at least helped me identify some of the forces that drive me to run. And by doing that, I think that I can control my approach to running more intelligently than I did in 2014. Plus, it is always good to reconnect with your roots.
So how does all this relate (in my head, anyway)? As I said before, my word of the year is: Balance. I personally think that nothing can be achieved without awareness of the goal in mind and what is pushing you toward that goal, or away from that goal. All these little epiphanies are (hopefully) pushing me toward my goal of living a balanced 2015 (not only in fitness, but in my life)!
On Monday evening, Logan’s soccer team made history. Well, history was being made one way or the other, but the boys came together and made history in a positive way! The first “official” game EVER was held on our soccer field (first historic moment of the evening) and then, something magical happened…..WE WON!!!! The win was historic because: it was the first in program history, the first win of the season and the first win on our field!! Now, there may not be another win this season, but we have already improved our record from last year (ALL losses and one tie)!
I was proud of the integrity shown by our coach and our players in the 6-0 victory. We played a first-year program and had the opportunity to run up the score. But, we were the recipients of that type of play last season (last season was our first) and it always angered our coach, because he felt it unsportsmanlike and disrespectful. During the second half, he gave our reserve players most of the playing time. When our starters were on the field, they were not playing their normal positions. Logan, for example, usually plays right back on defense, but asked to play our midfield wing for second half. He ALMOST scored a goal!! When I asked him about it after the game, he said it was the worst decision he could have made. He was tired after 5 min at mid and had 15 to go! When the opportunity for the goal shot came around, he was so tired that he wasn’t able to get a good foot on it. (And I was ROLLING, I laughed so hard!) The REAL hilarity in all this is that Logan was ALWAYS midfield prior to high school (and yes, last year I thought Coach was CRAZY for making Logan a defender….maybe one of these days I will tell a funny story from my soccer coaching days). Of course, the level of play is different, but it still cracks me up that midfield now tires him out! (And let’s not forget he is my 6 min. mile Cross Country runner!)
Game-time temps were brutal and only got worse (brutal by this Texas gal’s standards, anyway). I don’t even know what the temps were except they were in the low 30s. I don’t know what the wind speed was, but it was TOO much!! Even with my handwarmers in my shoes, my poor toes were frozen. It was so cold that the shutter on my camera wouldn’t even snap properly and the majority of the pics look like those extended exposure pics where figures are moving, but you can see the blur of where they had been. And then the kicker – when I got up to leave my left thumb was hurting. Like down in the joint by my wrist! Tuesday morning it was still hurting so badly that I had to skip my stretching and foam rolling because putting weight on it hurt so badly! I slapped some KT Tape on it, took Ibuprofen and it became manageable as the day went on. Thankfully, I woke up this morning and it felt almost normal.
In other news, I’m STILL addicted to peanut butter (and honey!). I wasn’t THAT concerned during marathon training, although going through a 3 lb jar every 2 weeks should have been a clue. I just figured that when marathon training was over, I wouldn’t have such an urge to eat peanut butter with every meal and every snack. The peanut butter/honey combo goes with anything, everything, really. I start my day with English muffin, topped with peanut butter and honey. Banana with peanut butter and honey is divine! The combo also goes with saltine crackers, Ritz crackers, pretzels…..I could go on and on and on!!! Just call me the Bubba Gump of peanut butter. (OK, NOW I need some peanut butter!)
I realized on Monday that I may need an intervention, when my (tiny) 2 lb. jar of peanut butter was half-gone in less than 5 days! My concern isn’t so much my consumption of peanut butter, but my lack of exercise right now to offset it! I’m not TOO concerned, though, because I’ve only gained 4 lbs since my marathon and I really haven’t worked too hard to control my diet. A little off-season weight gain is good, right?!?
Happy Hump Day! Texas is cruising to sunny and temps in the 60s by the weekend! (CAN NOT WAIT!!!)