Baby Steps

30 10 2014

I still can’t run. Most days I’m doing okay. I haven’t had a meltdown since the day I posted my Frustration post. But I missed the best of fall running and that kills me. Thankfully I rediscovered spinning over the last few weeks and I really like it. I feel like I’m actually getting a workout. I joined the local YMCA not long after getting injure for a few reasons: I never used my old gym, the Y includes classes, AND has a pool. I had these grandeurs that I would swim more and I did swim a few times and it felt great, but the pool hours suck.

It's nothing exciting to look at, but a workout is a workout.

It’s nothing exciting to look at, but a workout is a workout. (Photo credit to the YMCA)

To get myself out of a funk I signed on the Y website, pulled up the class schedule and went to Y Cycle. And then I went again and again. I’ve have only come across one class/teacher I don’t like. I ran into a friend at one spin class. I’m sweating. I’m getting my heart rate up. It’s like real live exercise and I like it. Even once I can run again I want to keep doing at least one spin class a week. I need the cross training. I’ll need something inside when the winter death weather sets in. I am a happier, healthier person when I exercise regularly. I might need a gentle reminder next time I’m cranky for no apparent reason to just go exercise.

The best news is I am finally getting better! My foot doesn’t hurt from walking. I can actually wear other shoes. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. My sad little goal is just to be able to walk as much as I want when I’m in DC in December. I don’t want my foot holding me back.





Frustration

14 10 2014

I took my foot injury pretty well. Even when I thought it was a stress fracture. At this point I almost wish it was just so I would know what was happening. I’m out of the boot (thank goodness) or I thought I was. I continue to go to physical therapy. I feel like I’m making progress. But now they want me to wear the boot again. I feel like I want to throw a tantrum.

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She misses running too.

That paragraph was written almost three weeks ago. I am getting more frustrated by the minute. I went back to the doctor last week and she wants me to continue physical therapy. I really thought my foot was getting better until this past weekend in Boston where I really don’t feel like I over did it, but apparently I did. I’m back to wearing my running shoes to work, which in case you are wondering look awesome with my skirt today <eyeroll>.

I’m losing patience. I’m getting upset. I want to run. Hell, I want to be able to take my dog for a walk. I want to be able to dance at a friend’s wedding and not be in pain. I have given up on any races for the rest of 2014. I registered for a race in January and I’m suddenly terrified I won’t be able to run it.

I’m jealous of everyone running. I miss it. I miss running in decent temperatures. I miss running with Rosie. I miss running with Sara. I miss seeing running friends at events. I miss the time to myself. I miss the fresh air. I miss all of it.





Colorado Adventures

3 09 2014

I spent Labor Day weekend in Colorado. My mom and I decided earlier this summer it had been too long since we’d been out there and we needed to see the mountains. So we checked out flights, I used up my stupid Frontier miles and we made it happen. 

And then I got injured. Which killed all hopes of hiking and limited my walking a lot. It did make it so I could get on the plane first. 

Hell yeah I milked the boot.

Hell yeah I milked the boot.

Mom picked me up at DIA (she was already in Colorado) and we drove to Fort Collins. Now supposedly I have been there before. It has been at least twenty years if not longer so sure I’ve been there. The only scheduled thing we had was our tour at New Belgium. What a fun tour. It is a free 90 minute tour (that you have to book weeks out) during which you get to taste five beers. There were a lot of stairs so I definitely took the elevator the one chance I hate. Going down stairs is still super awkward in the boot.

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New Belgium was a blast

After the tour, tasting a few other beers, and buying a lot of souvenirs (yes I needed that bike bell) we went back to the hotel. We decided to check out some of the smaller breweries and took the hotel shuttle to Pateros Creek Brewing. It was a really cute little place with very friendly staff. At this point mom and I decided to share flights as we really just wanted to try different beers. The girl working at Pateros told us about a new tap room across the alley after assuring us it wasn’t a sketchy alley, Freedom’s Edge Brewing Company out of Cheyenne, Wyoming. They had some very interesting beers and some blah beers. (If you want to know my thoughts on these beers find me on Untappd.) We decided dinner was necessary and ventured off to CooperSmith’s Pub and Brewing which had been recommended by a few people. I’m pretty sure at this point neither of us wanted more beer, but we each tried one with dinner and then called it a night. 

On Saturday we had a leisurely morning and enjoyed the view from our hotel: Mountains and hundreds of people biking over to the Tour de Fat.

I wish I could wake up every morning and have my coffee by the mountains.

I wish I could wake up every morning and have my coffee by the mountains.

After a delicious breakfast at Lucile’s we drove down to Boulder. Funny story, as I’m looking at the map, yes a real map, I mention to my mom that I didn’t realize how close to Wyoming we were. She tells me they used to drive over the border in college to drink because the legal age was 18 in Wyoming and 21 in Colorado. Driving to Boulder is one of my favorite things. I have never actually lived in Colorado, but for the first 25 years of my life I visiting 1-3 times a year including solo trips to Boulder starting at age 5 to visit my grandparents. 

There are some things that remain the same, but so much has changed. I have so many memories of the Pearl Street Mall, most of which are me playing on the rocks. 

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These rocks used to be surrounded by tiny pebbles. Apparently they decided to make it safer and use the playground rubber now.

wpid-wp-1409751222176.jpegThe best beer we tasted in Boulder was West Flanders Brewing Company. They had fantastic beers and good food. I highly recommend this place if you are in Boulder. Do not go to Walnut Creek Brewery. I’m a bit confused how it’s related to Rock Bottom, but it is. I got a few different stories, but the main thing is the beer is just as bad as at Rock Bottom. 

Sunday morning we drove up into the Mountains. It was cold and rainy, but we just didn’t care. It was beautiful and we were in the Mountains.

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After our trip into the mountains we went back down to Boulder and walked the Pearl Street Mall some more. The combination of not being able to hike in the mountains and then walking too much was frustrating and limiting. Stupid foot. 

All in all it was a wonderful trip and I can’t wait to get back once I don’t have a boot. 





Good News/Bad News

28 08 2014

Good Newsbucky badger

  • No stress fracture
  • Badger football on Saturday
  • Colorado tomorrow
  • I get to meet Courtney this weekend

Bad News

  • Still have to wear the boot
  • Start PT today
  • No Badger bar in Boulder




Road Blocks

25 08 2014

I started a blog post last week entitled: Baby Steps.

I use DailyMile. I still use it mainly because I’m too lazy to put it somewhere else. I get those weekly emails of your Activity Report. I hate those emails more than anything when I’m not running and minimally running. I feel like I’m being taunted by the internet. Finally this week I received one that didn’t make me cringe for the first time in months. It wasn’t high mileage, but it wasn’t 0 or 3 either. And it was more than the week before.

I got lazy/bored with myself so never finished the post.

Skip ahead to Thursday and I finally admitted to myself that the pain in my left foot was more than my PF and more than normal pain. I hopped on MyChart and requested an appointment with my ortho. Turns out he was out of town for two weeks, but there were able to get me in to see someone else. I took the 8:00AM appointment on Friday. I went in, explained my pain and my belief that I had a stress fracture in my left metatarsal. She did a bunch of tests: had me hop, poked my foot, and had x-rays taken. Nothing showed up on the x-ray, but that doesn’t mean anything. She gave me a boot and asked if I wanted an MRI. I discussed my options with her and decided to schedule an MRI.

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This is what my foot looks like (don’t even act surprised that I put a Bucky Badger sticker on my boot), and I had my MRI this morning. Now I have to wait. I’m not good at this. It is a probably stress fracture and there is a chance it is in more than one metatarsal. As of right now I have to wear the boot for a minimum of three weeks, but I will find out more.

In what is not normal fashion for me, I have not cried. I almost did when I left the doctor’s office, but didn’t. I don’t know what it is. I can swim and bike so I did both this weekend. I quit one gym and joined one with a pool. I’m a happy fish back in the pool so I think that part of this will be fun.

I’ve been thinking a lot about all of this and how frustrated and burned out I’ve been about running. As I started biking and swimming again I thought back to my triathlon years. I never got injured. Triathlons are forced cross training. I may need to go back to something like that. I’m sick and tired of spending so much time at the ortho’s office. I don’t know what I’m going to do and I’m not giving up running. I’m just frustrated.





A New Motivation

15 07 2014

It’s funny what will motivate a person. I find motivational quotes nauseating. They do nothing for me. I have all kinds of things motivate my running over the years. From attacking a new distance to reaching new goals. I’ve been pretty unmotivated lately and really have no idea why. But for the millionth time am going to start over.

Yesterday I was digging through my purse, one I’ve had forever and just switched back to, and found this:

pace band

I used to be able to run that. Those numbers didn’t scare me. I stared at it for awhile. I’ve thought about it since. I’ve pulled that silly little piece of paper out of my purse several more times. I desperately want to be able to run that again. I do not have a race in mind. I do not have a plan on when this will happen. (I’m not running the next two half marathons I’m registered for; one because I’m undertrained and one because of a trip.) Basically I have a ton of time to base build and come up with a plan. I’ve done this enough times I trust myself to create my own plan whenever I choose to actually race 13.1 again.

I love this distance and I don’t want to be done with it. I know I’m capable of more than what I have half-assed this year. My PR is from NOLA in 2012. I think it’s time to change that.





Walk, Run and Wag 5k

1 07 2014

I ran this race last year as part of a friend’s Bachlorette weekend. It was picked solely because it fell on the right day. Then I adopted my wonderful Rosie last July and realized I could run the six-legged race in 2014. I basically registered the second it opened and paid an extra $5 for Rosie to get an adorable kerchief.

She's adorable.

She’s adorable.

My mom decided to run it with us so we all drove over to Tosa in the morning. Rosie had decided she was afraid to go outside that morning so we had to take a bathroom stop as soon as we arrived. As a responsible dog owner I’m always prepared. Rosie and I checked in and mom registered herself. We still had a lot of time to wait so I let Rosie sniff every dog that we walked past. She behaved so well I can’t even believe it. I tried to get her to go into one of the little pools, but that didn’t work.

I think there was a little too much waiting around for Rosie. She started to get antsy. I don’t blame her. The 5k for just people started first. Finally it was our turn to go. The mass start overwhelmed her and she spent the first half mile checking to make sure I was still behind her. We had to make another bathroom stop at about three quarters of a mile. Thankfully the water stop had garbages and water bowls for the dogs. Rosie decided she need water from all three bowls. It was warm and humid so I wasn’t going to stop her. Sometimes I forget just how happy she is when she is running. We stopped at all three water stops and then pushed it on in for the finish. Since mom ran with the first group (no dogs) she was at the finish to capture us.

Rosie's first 5k

Rosie’s first 5k

Overall it was a blast to run a race with my favorite running buddy. Rosie has been a great addition to my home and loves running probably more than I do. It wasn’t fast, but it was her first time running with that many people and dogs. We’ll do another one for sure.