Saturday, July 30. 2011
Running Chick in Humor, Mindless rambling, Training, Weirdness
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I logged another 16+ mile week this week, capping it off with a 6-ish mile run this morning. My total for July was 71 miles. That’s my highest monthly mileage ever. The last time I was close to that was back in March 2008 when I logged 65 miles. They were not pain-free. Milestones!
Since I don’t have anything more useful to say, here’s a summary of the last week in arbitrary, strange and meaningless pictures.
My lunch. The pizza was made with more natural ingredients than the yogurt. Tasted better, too.
Hot rod and trailer on US41.
Somebody got fancy new running shoes.
The Great Lakes Research Center is coming right along.
August 14th, I get my HamSexy on.
It is not necessarily cooler at McLain Park but the trail sure is pretty.
I wanted to knock over this little rock tower that somebody painstakingly erected. I took a picture instead.
Lighthouse @ McLain Park. I did not go swimming.
New fire truck.
Old fire truck. I think it said 1919 on the front.
Probably part the reason why the first three miles of my morning run sucked so much. That and the million beers I had.
You know, I never really checked to see if anybody was inside the wax building at the Tech Trails while I was narcissistically snapping pictures of my reflection of the windows.
My new claim to fame: running on the new sidewalk by the Tech football field before it’s actually a sidewalk.
I picked up a giant crow’s feather to bring back for Kitty. I didn’t have anywhere to put it, so I stuck it in my hat. It’s the next fashion craze, I’m certain of it.
My new and bestest running partner who just completed week 3 of the Couch to 5k program and is already faster than I am. What a booger.
Friday, December 31. 2010
Wow, it’s the last day of 2010 already. Where did the year go?
I was looking back through my blog posts to put my recap together when it because pretty clear that this year was pretty much about Simon. I’d say probably 85% of my posts were about his latest crisis or an update on his health. The last eight months of his life were an emotional rollercoaster for me. When I left work in the morning, I worried about him all day long. When I’d come home, either from work or being out, I worried that I was going to come home to find him dead. I think that was my biggest fear, coming home (or coming downstairs in the morning) and finding out that he’d died alone. I don’t think I could have ever forgiven myself if that happened. I’ve known people who have simply dropped their pets of at the vet clinic to be euthanized, which I really don’t understand. I realize that there are probably circumstances in which that is the only option for the owner, but it’s something I could never do. Simon’s well-being was my responsibility from the day I got him, and it was my responsibility to see that when it was his time, it was done with compassion and love and no suffering on his part. I made the call to the vet (as incoherent as I probably sounded), I signed the papers, and I was holding him when he died. It was really heartbreaking but I know I made the right decision.
Even though it’s been over a month, I am clearly still grieving for him. I think about him every day and he frequently shows up in my dreams - in the strangest places, too. Last night I dreamt I was on a boat, and he was there with me. The night before, I was out hiking with a backpack on, took it off & opened it, and out he popped. One night last week, I was wrapping presents and he kept on trying to eat the red ribbon I was using. It’s a little bit strange, but I guess as long as I don’t start seeing him when I’m awake, I won’t make an appointment with the psychiatrist just yet.
Moving right along (*puts box of tissues away*), the rest of my 2010 was spent trying to get my running injury/injuries under control. The custom orthotics, which were supposed to solve all of my problems, actually caused me more issues than they solved. After going back to the podiatrist four (or maybe it was five?) times, he finally decided that he couldn’t help me and sent me to specialized therapy. Thanks, pal. I did see improvement after a month or two of myofascial release therapy, and it was enough to get me back running again. But as is typical of me, I went crazy with the running and started to teeter on re-injuring myself, so I decided to back off and rest for a week or two. Well, that turned into two months and I’m just now starting to get back into the swing of things with a few short runs this week and a training plan which will start in February.
This really has nothing to do with 2010, other than I purchased them during the last few weeks of the year, but I got new shoes, the Brooks Cascadia 5. Everybody together now, “Ooo, pretty.”
I’ve always done my winter running in my road shoes and YakTrax, but this year I wanted to try shoes that were designed to be in the snow, mud and slop, so I went with bonafide trail shoes. So far, I really like them. They do really well in loose snow both up & down hill. I imagine hard packed snow will be a problem, so I am planning to put screws in the bottom of them for extra traction.
Well, enjoy the last day of 2010. See you next year!
Sunday, April 25. 2010
Running Chick in Cats, Injury, Mindless rambling, New toys
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It's pretty clear that when I'm not running, I'm not blogging!
The last time I did any running was back on April 9th. I did 4.5-ish miles on the Tech Trails and could barely walk the next day due to knee\inner thigh pain. So, I just decided to stop.
At first I thought I might have pes anserine bursitis, but my symptoms didn't quite fit the profile. Finally, after much scouring of the internets, I landed on a sartorious muscle strain. I found this great link which listed all the typical symptoms of a sartorius strain, but I forgot to bookmark the link (dummy) and now I can't find the darn thing. In any event, after reading the article, I was pretty convinced that's what I had.
I finally got my insoles back with an additional adjustment to my arch. It’s 1/4”, but it looks a lot bigger. I’ve been wearing them regularly in my old running shoes but I haven’t done any running in them yet. My plan is to take the rest of April off and then pick up my half marathon training plan again in May in the hopes of doing the Appleton HM in September.
In the meantime, I've been having fun crashing my new bike! Fortunately, since all my crashes seem to happen when I get tangled up in loose sand, my landings have been on soft ground. Unfortunately, my legs look like somebody took a baseball bat to them. Hawt!
Josh and I broke out the cruisers a few weeks ago and we've been bopping all over Calumet with them. It’s funny, we get lots of compliments on them but most people refer to them as "old timey bikes" or "antique bikes" rather than cruisers.
Simon’s health has been stable for about three weeks now. His appetite has not been what I’d like it to be, but he is eating, and the constant vomiting seems to have stopped. Last month, I started tracking how often he was throwing up and it turned out in March, he threw up 17 out of 31 days. Most of those 17 days were in the first half of the month. So far in April, he’s thrown up five times. I think this is probably as good as it’s going to get with him.
Spencer has been doing really well. He’s been reaping the benefits of me having to feed Simon tuna to get his thyroid pill down (can’t give one tuna without the other), and he’s been putting weight on. He sleeps a bunch, pretty typical for a 15-year-old cat, but he will still race around the house like a crazy fool. One of these days I’ll dedicate a post to his water drinking habits and how I saved my sanity by teaching him how to turn on the bathroom faucet himself.