Well, here it is. The last day of November and the last day of daily posting for a little while.
My heart and mind are heavy. It’s been a busy weekend and an emotionally exhausting one as well. I’m finding it really hard to focus and am constantly thinking about my parents. I know that my worry will not go away and that I have to find a way to manage it. The doctor in me tells me to research and learn all I can but the daughter in me can’t bear to carry that knowledge. Now there’s a double-edged sword if I ever saw one.
I miss my laptop. 😔 How utterly ridiculous is that?
After I finished the cleanup yesterday following the birthday party, I went to bed. It was 9:30pm and I’m fairly certain I was asleep before 10pm. Baby woke up at 4am for a drink and then slept again until 7am. Overall I feel like I got a pretty decent nights sleep but who wants to go to bed at 9:30pm every night? I’d never watch another movie or get to cross stitch again!
I clearly needed the rest. I woke up feeling pretty good and decided it was time for a long run. I haven run more than 5-6km in over a month.
Since the half-marathon I’ve really slowed down. I suppose that is to be expected after putting ones body through that kind of stress. I also stopped doing weights and other core work at home and it has all taken its toll. Now with the holidays approaching and the gingerbread lattes and candy cane hot chocolates and the gingerbread decorating parties, I am going to have to compensate for the debauchery with running and getting back on track with my own weight training.
I hope today is the start.
I have switched up my run/walk intervals and have been trying 10/1s with some success. My pace has slowed but that’s probably more due to the increase in time running than anything else. I hope I can work on that over the winter.
Overall it was a decent run. I kept to the 10/1 intervals for the first 5 km then afterwards I needed more frequent walk breaks. I finished strong though, so that shows u had some gas in the tank left.
Well it’s been almost another week since I’ve run. I guess my body really did need the rest. Haven’t really been needing to run despite feeling kind of gross with my clothes feeling tighter this week. Meh. Whatever. Honestly, I really shouldn’t complain and I know that.
Anyway, my girlfriend texted me yesterday to see if I was running today and we made the plans for an easy 5 km run. It was a gorgeous morning and a bit cool so I was happy to wear my new bright running jacket. Little did I know that I would be clashing with the new shoes too.
We set out doing 10:1 intervals and our pace was pretty good. As we started out second set my friends knee starting bugging her so we slowed to a jog then walked. Our plan for 5 km fell short as we were only able to do 3.55 km and the last kilometer we had to walk. Honestly I was fine with that. It was nice to catch up and talk without feeling like I was going to throw up as I normally run alone so don’t usually need to talk to someone.
It’s pretty clear to me that my. Indy has been telling me to slow it down since the half marathon so I’m going to listen and take it easy. I could use more time to work on my cross stitching anyway.
I did that Facebook most words used app/thingy. I really had no idea what it would come up with but when I saw the final result I laughed.
A few years ago, I wouldn’t have ever put “me” and “run” in the same sentence. It’s so funny how things can change. A few years ago I couldn’t run to save my life and a month ago I ran across a half-marathon finish line.
Hubby and I were out last night. We grabbed some dinner at a local pub and saw a concert. After the show was over I suggested we try to get in to see a late movie. We saw the new Bond movie, Spectre. It was a long movie and being the lame parents of three children, we both looked at each other at 1:15 am and said, “Let’s go.” We were both falling asleep, we were so tired. Though, I gotta say, I was so unimpressed with this latest Bond offering. Daniel Craig looked bored. He looked like he was just going through the motions and that was disappointing. Still, he’s easy on the eyes so it wasn’t a complete waste of money.
As I write this, my daughter is texting her uncle on my phone and the boys are playing with Lego on the floor under the dining room table.
I need to live up to my FB reputation – I must sign off now so I can go for a run.
I finally caved the other day and picked up a new pair of running shoes. From everything I’ve read, shoes should last the average runner about 600-800 km, depending on the brand. Yeah, not so much for me. I’m lucky if I can get 400 km out of my shoes before I start noticing the shin splints and calf pain coming back. I must have lead feet when it comes to running. I seem to blow through shoes faster than anyone else I know.
I have also been indulging in far too many Halloween treats after dinner and the waistline is starting to get tight again. I’m sure it didn’t help that I took a week off running and still ate the way I normally do. No one else would even notice but I know the extra pounds are there so I have made a decision to just stop with the chocolate.
(At least until Christmas.)
While husband was cooking dinner of fish and broccoli (boring but healthy), I went out for a quick run in my new shoes. They felt great and I ran steady for 22 minutes (3.25 km at an average pace of 6:50 min/km). One of the fastest runs I’ve had in the past month and it felt great not to have that nagging calf pain. New shoes really do make a difference.
I had asked husband to hide the candy and refused to eat any after dinner. He decided to have dessert and brought one of the kid’s Halloween buckets down to the basement and proceeded to eat three or four little chocolate bars right in front of me.
I stayed strong and didn’t have any. I can feel the withdrawal already this morning.
Kids were up early. Mommy and daddy slept in. Big sister made breakfast for herself and brothers (read: juice box, cheese and yogurt). Only decaffeinated coffee left. Hustled everyone in the car. Late for school drop-off. Drove to shopping center. Ahh …. coffee.
I haven’t run in a week. After the half-marathon I didn’t take a break, I just kept going. I ran 10 km a week later and my body started tell me to slow down. Of course, I didn’t listen. The nagging ache in my calves didn’t let up. The nagging ache in my SI joint started nagging me more. The writing was on the wall. I needed a rest.
So, for the past week I rested. I laid off the weights and got on the stationary bike once for 35 minutes. Last night, for the first time in 8 days, I did some upper body weights. I plan on a short 3-5 km run this afternoon. A week off the running may not be enough physically for my body to rest but my mind needs to get back out there.
When I run I think. Sometimes I think about a recent patient and go over the history, physical exam and lab findings and think of other diagnoses that might have eluded me at the time. Often I just process my day so that I can leave it on the pavement and start fresh tomorrow. More often than not, it’s a chance for me to have quiet time to reflect on everything and nothing. I guess you could say it’s a form of therapy.
My FB, twitter and Instagram feeds exploded last night with news of the attacks in Paris. I visited Paris once, with my brother back in 2000. We were there for about a day. Having studied French in high school it was pretty rusty, but I think, understandable. I recall overall that most Parisians were actually pretty rude and annoyed at our attempts to speak the language. Maybe they thought we were Americans? I’m not sure. In any event, the food was amazing, the sites were beautiful, we saw the Eiffel tower lit up at night, took the obligatory tourist photos and moved on.
Every other day there is some tragedy in the world that demands our attention. Photos are posted in solidarity, hashtags are born, it’s a “thing” for a few days, then something else happens and the world moves on. I imagine it would have been pretty terrifying to be in the middle of what occurred last night. But I’m not sure how posting photos, giving them our “thoughts and prayers” really accomplishes anything. If the world really wants to be free of “terror” and our governments want to protect us, certain of our freedoms and liberties will have to be forsaken. Could you live with a government-imposed curfew? Do you want your government reading your emails and tracking your online presence? Do you really want your country’s borders closed to all foreigners? I think if you really sit down and examine what that all means, most people would in fact, not want that. I certainly don’t.
In the long run, what happened last night in Paris happens all the time in other countries but doesn’t make the worldwide news.