Blogging Milestones: Post #101

Blogger Fail

If I were to win a blogging award, it would be for the suckiest blogger alive.  Because I am so incredibly UNobservant, my 100th post came and went before I even knew I had posted the big 1-0-0.  If I cared about such things, my OCD would likely be in overdrive.  Luckily I don’t care about blogging statistics the way I care about my run data.   🙂

Sophie Update

Moving right along….I mentioned a few weeks ago that our Doxie, Sophie, was under the weather and needed to be crated for a ruptured disk in her back.  The poor thing barely had any strength or control of her back legs and it was obvious that she was in quite a bit of pain.  Trust me when I say it was utterly heartbreaking to watch.

Obviously she didn’t sleep with us, as she normally does, during this period of time.  I didn’t think that it affected me much…..until she was well enough to sleep with me again!  I could tell last week that she was feeling better every day.  She looked better, moved better and was clearly tired of that crate!  Saturday evening was her first night back in our bed and she curled up right next to me just like old times.  It felt so good to have her with me again!

Training Is Ahhhh-mazing!

Training is going well.  In fact, since having the ART last week (going again today!!!) and becoming more consistent with my strength training and yoga, running is feeling better and better.  I ran Sunday but didn’t have another run scheduled until Wednesday night, and I was ITCHING to run!  I haven’t had that feeling for a really long while….that feeling in your gut that you think you might actually die if you don’t get to run.  An injured runner doesn’t get that feeling, because your body knows when it needs to rest.  This tells me that even though my ankle is still a wee bit cranky here and there, healing is happening!

Last night, I had an AMAZING workout!! The workout was to run 800s on the track, but first I was instructed to run one lap barefoot (after the warm-up, of course).  I have to say that I was apprehensive about the barefoot lap, simply because it had never even crossed my mind and it pushed me outside of my comfort zone a bit.  I actually enjoyed it!  It forced me to focus on my foot strike and I could tell that I had made adjustments before the end of the lap.  Actually, running with shoes on felt a little weird afterward.  😉


The running of the 800s went better than I expected.  I was shooting to run them at 5k pace and ended up under on each one of them!  The heel was a little cranky at the end, but after icing it at home and a night of good rest, it is actually feeling fairly normal today.  I expected it to be more irritated than it actually is, and that is REALLY EXCITING!!

Happy Thursday, all!


Golden birthdays, comeback runs and grand-dog sitting

My middle child, Logan, is now 16 – and it is an extra special day because it is his Golden Birthday.  Even more special is that he will <hopefully> get his driver’s license tomorrow.  THAT will be cause for celebration!!

So many of my parent friends with kids Logan’s age are nervous and concerned about the transition to driving.  I have to admit, I am a little anxious about Logan being out there on his own.  However, they don’t have the same perspective as I do, because almost all of Logan’s friends are the oldest children in their families.  These parents don’t have a clue how wonderful it is to have a kid with a license living in your house….it’s like having a mobile servant!  Even if you don’t ask them to bring home milk from the store or pick up the little sister from gymnastics, the fact that they can drive themselves to and from school and soccer practice makes you feel like a prisoner that has just been set free!  I joke (well, people think I joke) that the hardest part of transitioning Taylor into college life was losing an extra driver’s license in the house.  I think you get the idea that I’m ready for Logan to take this next step in growing up!!

On Saturday, we gathered some of our family together to celebrate Logan’s day and surprise him with his truck.  Logan isn’t the usual Texas boy, in that his only prerequisite for a vehicle was that it “rides smooth”.  He wasn’t even that interested in going with my husband, Bobby,  to look around for cars, which caused much disappointment for Bobby.  Logan has been increasingly nervous, though, because his day has been drawing close with NO word of a vehicle.  Bobby hid his truck in the shop and sent Logan out for some ice, while I waited for him to snap photos of his reaction.  When he burst through the door, he noticed me, standing behind the truck, but didn’t even notice the truck for a couple of seconds.  It was priceless!

I use this photo, because after posting on Facebook, Logan made me take it down.  He says it is the "worst picture ever". I kind of like it :)
I use this photo, because after posting on Facebook, Logan made me take it down. He says it is the “worst picture ever”. I kind of like it 🙂

I know it is cold everywhere in the continental US (except for Florida), but guys, it is COLD in Texas!  I planned my run for Saturday afternoon, because I didn’t have time to run early morning with all the family lunch preparations. (That’s my story and I am sticking to it.  I am NOT a cold weather wimp.) I have chronicled my ITB problems of late, and, to be honest, have felt so weak mentally and physically this week.  I HATE that feeling.  I prefer the invincible feeling that I generally have in regards to my running. (A good friend told me yesterday that for ME to admit fear it had to have been BAD!)  Anyway, I ran my 22 last Saturday and did not run again until Thursday.  Thursday’s run was decent as there were no ITB or calf issues, but I felt sluggish; not myself.  I was NOT looking forward to my longer Saturday run, because I felt beat up; defeated.  I tried to find any and every excuse to post pone or cancel, but thank goodness I kept my wits about me and ran as scheduled.  When I finally got out on the road, I felt GREAT!!!  During the first mile, I thought it was a fluke, but when I was still feeling strong in mile 9, I breathed a sigh of relief and started believing that I CAN finish this marathon training strong.  I originally had planned 12-14, as this was a drop-back week, but decided before the run to hold the run to 10 to help my body ease back into the beating it will take this next week in my last long run of training.  The important thing, though, is that I feel great this morning on all fronts, and that is a RELIEF!  My biggest challenge at this point is to train smart, and I thank my lucky stars that I have several running friends who will hold me accountable.  We all know I can’t maintain “smart” training for any length of time.

One thing I have noticed about running without a partner is that I can’t always tell when I get my high.  My partner was my pacer (we all know the troubles I have with proper pacing) and as a result, always felt I was holding back. When I would get my high, she would literally have to grab my arm to keep me from taking off in a sprint.  I do love that feeling, as if you could take off and fly.  Ahhhhh.  These days I can vaguely tell during the run, but generally notice it later in my splits as that is usually my fastest mile.  All this makes me wonder if any other runners experience this as well?

It’s Sunday and, besides being Logan’s Golden Birthday, that means that Taylor is coming to pick up our grand-dog, Izze.  We kept Izze for Taylor because her roommate was in a terrible wreck and had reconstructive knee surgery this past week, so she isn’t at their house to watch after “The Iz”.  Taylor was to be out-of-town most of the week, as she and her team were playing in their conference tournament. (This is the “official” reason we kept Izze.  The REAL reason we kept Izze is because my husband missed her and wanted to get her nails trimmed.)  Izze is a short-hair, piebald mini dachshund and is the most nervous, spastic, ADHD dog I have ever seen, but we love her anyway!  Seriously, she barks incessantly!  I will go to my bedroom and when I come back, Izze will bark at me like a stranger that just burst through the door.  We have learned to just shake our heads, because there is nothing else to be done!  She WON’T stop barking! Sophie (our long-hair, piebald mini doxie) enjoys Izze’s company, but dislikes Izze treading on her turf.  Sophie has REFUSED to sleep under the covers this week, because Izze was also asleep under the covers.  I get so tickled, because the only dog/person Sophie is hurting is herself!  Doxies have to be the most passive-aggressive dogs on the planet!

She is a MINI, for sure, but cute as a button!  She has to be, for us to put up with all that barking!
Izze is a MINI, for sure, but cute as a button! She has to be, for us to put up with all that barking!

Happy Sunday!!