I was totally intending to post a glowing review of my 2012 Hood to Coast experience. It was going to be great, a recap of each leg (including elevation charts), funny (if somewhat tangental) stories about the adventures we had. Including how I ran 7.5 miles of the hardest run in my van on stress fractures, how my teammates were awesome but had a penchant for taking a hit just before running, how I fell down a mile into my third leg (it's the strangest experience...you're running, and the next thing you know you're on the ground in blinding pain and bleeding everywhere), how 6 strangers huddled on a tarp to sleep in the middle of a field of sleeping people, and how they almost refused to let me into the beer garden at the end because the bouncer thought I had a fake ID (sir please, I am almost 30). It was a grand experience. I even had picture of Baby Troll at the top of the mountain to share. Oh well.
Internet I have been in a funk for the past month. At first I thought it was because I had to massively cut back on my workouts, everything I seemed to do was super painful. I'll be the first to tell you I'm much happier when I get any kind of workout in.
Then it occurred to me....post-marathon depression. I've been planning and training for this marathon since January, it's been in the back of my mind. Encouraging me, keeping me off the couch and up and active. And then, suddenly, I'm NOT doing the marathon and I'm not exercising at all. And I'm sitting on the couch....and bam. No wonder I'm a cranky mess all the time.
Is it possible to have post marathon depression without having run the marathon?
I should be in the best shape of my life right now, but instead I've spent five weeks sitting on the couch watching all kinds of bad television. (Yes. I am now completely caught up with the Kardashians.)
I should be running a marathon in 8 days. My body should be coursing with endorphins, instead I feel sad and empty.
I should be running per the training schedule that's on my fridge, instead I glare at it as I get food out of the fridge. AND I'm gaining weight because my eating habits haven't changed.
I am a grumpy person. All will be better on Oct 8. That's when I can resume the run.
Hooray.
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7.09.2012
Achilles Tendonitis
I was super tired this morning when I woke up. Super tired. Tired enough to hit the snooze for 40 minutes straight. Work was ROUGH yesterday, crazy crazy things went down. But as I am bound HIPPA, I cannot tell the stories of my job. Suffice it to say summer has returned to Portland and it is now officially Trauma season. Whee.
Anyway, when I finally dragged my protesting and still sleepy body from my bed (at 6:15 mind you) I noticed something was off with my right ankle. It hurt. I figured I slept strangely, and chalked it up to getting old and thought nothing of it as I sleepily went through my morning routine.
When it still hurt two hours later, post caffeine induced wake up and leisurely jaunt around the hospital I decided to have it looked at. And that my friends is when it comes in handy to work with doctors all day long. I went to the new intern, who despite being on the trauma service is specializing in orthopaedics, and complained:
"My ankle hurts. What's wrong with it?" (golly how we medical professionals love that question.)
"Um. Can you tell me more about it? How long has it been hurting?"
"Just this morning. It's achy, right along my achilles tendon."
"Ah. Do you run?"
"Yes. I'm training for a marathon.
"Okay, have you recently increased your mileage?"
"Uh...kinda?"
"Do you stretch?"
"Yes. Mostly.....usually."
"Have your calves been tight recently?"
"Yes. I complain about it all the time."
"You probably have achilles tendonitis."
(He then made me move my ankle all around. It moves, but isn't super comfortable to do so. Especially when flexing my foot. )
"Yup. Probably achilles tendonitis."
"I hope this isn't the part where you tell me to rest and to ease up on training because I'm running Hood to Coast in a month, and with a bunch of strangers, so I can't let them down. "
"It is. I'm telling you not to run today, and to listen to your body. If you don't take this seriously now you could end up having surgery on your ankle and then where would you be?"
"Snarky comment regarding how I've been a RN since he started med school."
Silence.
"I'm sorry. I appreciate you looking at my ankle. I just don't want to slow down."
So. Yeah. Achilles tendonitis. And I'm finally meeting with Allison again on Weds. We'll see how all this goes. I'm a little nervous. I had pretty severe shoulder problems when I was a swimmer that started with tendonitis...so I probably should (for once in my life) listen to what the doctor tells me to do.
Okay. That sounds terrible. I mean listen to a doctor when it comes to MY health. I'm pretty good at taking the advice of the doctors when it comes to my patients.
Anyway, when I finally dragged my protesting and still sleepy body from my bed (at 6:15 mind you) I noticed something was off with my right ankle. It hurt. I figured I slept strangely, and chalked it up to getting old and thought nothing of it as I sleepily went through my morning routine.
When it still hurt two hours later, post caffeine induced wake up and leisurely jaunt around the hospital I decided to have it looked at. And that my friends is when it comes in handy to work with doctors all day long. I went to the new intern, who despite being on the trauma service is specializing in orthopaedics, and complained:
"My ankle hurts. What's wrong with it?" (golly how we medical professionals love that question.)
"Um. Can you tell me more about it? How long has it been hurting?"
"Just this morning. It's achy, right along my achilles tendon."
"Ah. Do you run?"
"Yes. I'm training for a marathon.
"Okay, have you recently increased your mileage?"
"Uh...kinda?"
"Do you stretch?"
"Yes. Mostly.....usually."
"Have your calves been tight recently?"
"Yes. I complain about it all the time."
"You probably have achilles tendonitis."
(He then made me move my ankle all around. It moves, but isn't super comfortable to do so. Especially when flexing my foot. )
"Yup. Probably achilles tendonitis."
"I hope this isn't the part where you tell me to rest and to ease up on training because I'm running Hood to Coast in a month, and with a bunch of strangers, so I can't let them down. "
"It is. I'm telling you not to run today, and to listen to your body. If you don't take this seriously now you could end up having surgery on your ankle and then where would you be?"
"Snarky comment regarding how I've been a RN since he started med school."
Silence.
"I'm sorry. I appreciate you looking at my ankle. I just don't want to slow down."
So. Yeah. Achilles tendonitis. And I'm finally meeting with Allison again on Weds. We'll see how all this goes. I'm a little nervous. I had pretty severe shoulder problems when I was a swimmer that started with tendonitis...so I probably should (for once in my life) listen to what the doctor tells me to do.
Okay. That sounds terrible. I mean listen to a doctor when it comes to MY health. I'm pretty good at taking the advice of the doctors when it comes to my patients.
7.04.2012
the half marathon that wasn't
So.
Apparently leaving my house an hour before the start time was a poor idea. A very poor idea indeed, as I finally parked my car 45 minutes AFTER the 6:45am half marathon start. Luckily the 5K runners were lining up for their run, so I jumped on in.
And got a PR in the 5K. Yay.
No strawberry shortcake though. I didn't think I deserved it.
Next year I'm biking.
Apparently leaving my house an hour before the start time was a poor idea. A very poor idea indeed, as I finally parked my car 45 minutes AFTER the 6:45am half marathon start. Luckily the 5K runners were lining up for their run, so I jumped on in.
And got a PR in the 5K. Yay.
No strawberry shortcake though. I didn't think I deserved it.
Next year I'm biking.
5.27.2011
Revoked
Reasons why calling me an "adult" is laughable:
1. The state of my bedroom floor.
1a. No, that isn't a new rug. Just clothes.
1b. Yes, clean and dirty. Mixed together. On the floor. (Fancy!)
1c. Oh! And some towels, from the clean kitchen and bathroom? Just throw them there...on the floor!
2. My inability to stay focused on ANYTHING for longer than 10 minutes.
2a. I have to set a timer to remind myself to go check my laundry.
2b. The cycle lasts only 30 minutes. But I cannot manage this without the timer. Oi.
3. The fact that I still justify "treats" for myself when managing my behavior at the grocery store.
3a. Fact. I was a Trader Joe's and bought myself one of these, because I'd done such a good job with healthy shopping.
3b. Yes I realize how silly the purchase is. I haven't eaten it.
3c. Yet.
4. My absurd love of the color pink, and the fact that i am compelled to purchase items just because they are pink.
5. The fact that I bought two 8 packs of mini croissants for work tomorrow, thought "12 will be perfect!" and then was surprised when I had 16 to arrange on a baking tray.
5a. The scary thing about this is the fact that I have to do math at work. Frequently.
5b. And sometimes that math means important things, you know, involving keeping people alive.
6. The fact that only 15 made it on to the baking tray because I dropped one on the floor.
6a. The fact that i picked it up, and put it back on the tray.
6b. And then took it right back off.
6c. And then put it on, and then off.
6d. And then put it in the toaster oven on "defrost" just to see what would happen.
7. The fact that it smelled like burning in my kitchen and I couldn't figure out why.
They should really take my adult license away.
1. The state of my bedroom floor.
1a. No, that isn't a new rug. Just clothes.
1b. Yes, clean and dirty. Mixed together. On the floor. (Fancy!)
1c. Oh! And some towels, from the clean kitchen and bathroom? Just throw them there...on the floor!
2. My inability to stay focused on ANYTHING for longer than 10 minutes.
2a. I have to set a timer to remind myself to go check my laundry.
2b. The cycle lasts only 30 minutes. But I cannot manage this without the timer. Oi.
3. The fact that I still justify "treats" for myself when managing my behavior at the grocery store.
3a. Fact. I was a Trader Joe's and bought myself one of these, because I'd done such a good job with healthy shopping.
3b. Yes I realize how silly the purchase is. I haven't eaten it.
3c. Yet.
4. My absurd love of the color pink, and the fact that i am compelled to purchase items just because they are pink.
5. The fact that I bought two 8 packs of mini croissants for work tomorrow, thought "12 will be perfect!" and then was surprised when I had 16 to arrange on a baking tray.
5a. The scary thing about this is the fact that I have to do math at work. Frequently.
5b. And sometimes that math means important things, you know, involving keeping people alive.
6. The fact that only 15 made it on to the baking tray because I dropped one on the floor.
6a. The fact that i picked it up, and put it back on the tray.
6b. And then took it right back off.
6c. And then put it on, and then off.
6d. And then put it in the toaster oven on "defrost" just to see what would happen.
7. The fact that it smelled like burning in my kitchen and I couldn't figure out why.
They should really take my adult license away.
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