Daughter had her fracture clinic follow up this afternoon. I had called this morning to book the appointment only to be told it was already booked and it was in a few hours.
Say again? No one from the hospital called us, it’s only been 5 days since she was seen and yesterday was a holiday, so how can she be booked already?
Sigh. Thank goodness her dad is at home. I called my mom to see if she could come over to watch the baby and then called daughter’s school advising them that she was being picked up early. Husband texted me from the clinic that it was busy and he would be late picking up our son from preschool. I re-arranged my patient bookings so I could pick him up and take him home.
As I was about to leave to get my son, I received this text from husband.
I hated that I wasn’t there for my daughter. I called husband and told him my plan of getting our son, taking him home to my mom and then coming to the hospital. I was going to cancel the rest of my day. I spoke with my little girl and she was obviously crying, “I don’t want surgery, Mommy.” I tried to be as calm and upbeat as I could telling her that the doctors weren’t sure yet and we needed to wait to find out what the x-rays showed. Hubby then took the phone away and said they were going for the x-rays and hung up.
I got home about thirty minutes later and anxiously waited for news. I kept telling myself that its not a big deal if she needs surgery, after all husband had a similar fracture when he was 12, they would have matching scars! But the thought of her being put under a general anesthetic and having her skin cut open and her bones screwed back together – ugh, it was awful.
Finally, I got service back on my phone and a flurry of texts came in.
“New cast for 2 weeks.”
And then … “Done and coming home.”
I gave her the biggest hug when I saw her and her fancy new cast.
I ran my first 10K race yesterday. I loved every minute of it. More than the 5K, I have to admit. Much, much more. This race was in my city and the weather was perfect, albeit a bit on the humid side, but after the winter we had I am NOT going to complain.
My neighbor offered me a ride early so I took it and spent two hours alone, watching the crowds build and taking in all the sights. It was glorious, really, to be alone with my thoughts as I watched other runners preparing for their race. At atmosphere was friendly and cordial. Everyone had smiles on their faces.
As my start time loomed, I felt the familiar grumblings of nerves in my stomach but I was also just happy to be running again. I had taken the previous three days off to rest my legs and it was the smartest move I made. As I crossed the start line and started running, I could tell within a few minutes that my legs were happy and this was going to be a great run. I kept to a comfortable pace and at the first kilometer marker I decided to keep running and made a split-second decision to alter my plain. Normally I would have run intervals of 1 km running to 100 m walking but my legs felt strong, so I pushed myself and took walk breaks every 2 km.
1-3km. There was a beautiful cool breeze and as I found my pace, I just took everything in and watched others ahead of me. I had to weave a bit as I passed slower runners and a few walkers.
3-7km. I was starting to get hot. The breeze died and the air was thick. At the 4 km water station I saw a fire hydrant had been turned on and other runners were going through it. YES! I ran over to it and cooled down instantly. It was a glorious feeling. I got some water, drank some of my own Gatorade from my belt and kept going.
7-10km. Starting to get a bit tired. I kept my walk intervals consistent every 2 km and knew that if I kept it up I would finish strong. As I approached the 9km marker I honestly started looking for the finish shoot but it was out of my line of sight. My legs were tired but I knew I had a little more in them to push on and I went through the finish line with my arms up high and felt stronger than ever. What a great feeling!!!
I found my family and got big hugs and kisses and we walked over to the medal area. I frantically searched for my chip time and was thrilled. I really couldn’t have asked for a better day.
I woke up today with very sore quads and calves. Sore in that way you know you went out and gave it your all. I will take a few days off to rest and consider what’s next. 15k? 21.1? It all seems more possible now.
Yesterday I set out for a long run. Had planned 10km but with the new shoes (Asics Gel Nimbus) and better eating this week, I felt pretty good and flirted with the idea of pushing my body and going longer. I signed up for a 10km race which is happening in a few weeks so this would likely be that last long run until then.
I’ve been to two Pilates sessions in the past couple of weeks and got some great tips on how to loosen up my hip joints. I did a lot of dancing as a child and was always taught to “tuck in”. I suppose I never really forgot that because apparently it’s what is causing a lot of my issues. My SI joints are locked up and I am working hard to unlock them. My instructor also suggested a few minor changes to how I run and I’ve been trying to incorporate those techniques. Overall I have been running with consciously tightening my core which in turns causes me to lock up my hip joints. That has got to change.
So during the early stages of my run yesterday, between 3-9km, I felt amazing. I felt like I was flying and my hips felt great. I almost felt like I was meditating. By 10km though, I started getting tired and felt the SI joint acting up. I made a few adjustments and was surprised how it actually did help ease up the discomfort.
Before I knew it I was home and finished my longest run to date.
I was also able to finally test out my two-bottle water belt. It felt a little awkward initially but I soon got used to it and was so glad to have my hands free. I’ll definitely be using it for the race.
This morning my legs certainly noticed the subtle differences I incorporated in my run. My quads are sore but in that good way. Nothing a little foam rolling won’t cure.
Anyone who says running doesn’t work to lose weight or get fit clearly didn’t test their body.