Ready to Run

24 01 2015

I know I’m finally ready to run again. Yes I know I was cleared to start running awhile ago, but I was afraid. Since we never really knew what was wrong with my foot or how I did it I’ve been terrified that it’s not healed or that I’ll hurt it again. But now, for shrewdest the second time in 2015, I’m sitting at a race, not running. My friends are running a half marathon. I want to run a half marathon. Heck, I want to run a 5k.

This is on me. I need to get back to my run/walk build up. I’ve used illnesses as excuses. I’ve used spin class as an excuse. I’ve used fear. I need to get over all of it and just run because at this point I’m sick of listening to myself. I’ll never get back to running half marathons if I don’t run.

So my new mantra is get over yourself and run. No more excuses.

Goodbye 2014

31 12 2014

Well it’s been one hell of a year. From running in frigid temps on New Year’s Day to my baby brother getting engaged to saying goodbye to my beloved dog to adventures with new friends. I traveled. I ran. I got injured. I enjoyed Milwaukee. I celebrated many friends’ marriages. The Badgers made it to the Final Four. I had wonderful adventures with friends and family. I ventured back to DC. All in all it has been a fantastic year. And while there was way less running than in the previous five years of my life, that’s okay. I handled this injury much better than in the past and spent months in PT and filled my life with other fun things. Instead of recapping it all I had a blast going through a year’s worth of photos. Happy New Year Friends!

January, February, March

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April, May, June

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July, August, September

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October, November, December

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Running Again, Finally

15 12 2014

It feels like an eternity since I last ran (before Labor Day).  I was finally cleared last Tuesday to run outside. I’ve been kind of running on the AlterG treadmill. The AlterG is also called an anti-gravity treadmill. It calibrates to your weight and then you can set it to run a % of your body weight. I started running at 60% of my body weight and worked my way up to 80% with the running to walking ratio improving each week. The AlterG is a very strange feeling and I really had no idea what to expect once I was allowed to run outside. I did order new shoes as prescribed by my PT. I found a killer deal on last year’s model and was able to get them in a pretty purple. I’ve never been so happy to spend money on another pair of running shoes.

New Shoes!

New Shoes!

Run is a very loose term here. My physical therapist has a get back to running plan, which starts with a high ratio of walking to running. I felt kind of ridiculous getting dressed to go walk 4 minutes/run 1 minute x 4, but it was something and we’re having unseasonably warm weather so I went. And it was amazing. I wanted to keep going, but really, really don’t want to get injured again so followed my stupid plan. I’m going to keep going to spin class at least two times a week. I’ve found the instructors that I really like and I know the cross training is good for me.

I get to close out the year a runner again. No races for now and nothing crazy, but I’m running and it’s something. I can’t wait to get back out there. I’m setting exactly zero goals for 2015 other than to run healthy and happy.

Will I ever run again?

18 11 2014

Sure that’s hyperbole, but it’s definitely a thought I’ve had a lot lately. I’m still not running which makes it almost three months of no running. Thankfully for my mental health I have discovered spinning. Day by day I am making improvements and today I finally got to run (mostly walk) on the Alter-G treadmill. It was a very strange feeling, but still exciting. I’m hoping next week I get to run more than 4 minutes.

In addition to this never ending weird injury that I managed I’ve been getting all my timehop updates and it’s terribly disheartening to see how many Falls that I’ve been injured. More insane to me is that my one and only marathon is now almost five years ago. I struggled through injuring with that and didn’t even know if I’d be able to run it, but I did. I completed 26.2 miles and I can barely remember it now.

Philadelphia Marathon 2009

Philadelphia Marathon 2009

I’ve run 18 half marathons, mostly successfully, and I still love that distance, but I’m now afraid of distance and mileage. Why do I keep finding new and different ways to hurt myself? What am I doing wrong? I’ve trained on my own. I’ve trained with different coaches. I’ve trained with different mileage. Yet my body hates me and I’m clearly doing something wrong. I hate that something I love and has brought me so many good things also causes me so much trouble.

At this point I am not registering for any half marathons on 2015. I am concentrating on keeping myself healthy and happy. I want to be able to run the mileage again, but I don’t know when I’ll be ready. I want to be able to break my PR, but that scares me even more. I have a 1:49 pace band tacked up in my cube. Someday. Someday I will run that. When? I have no idea, but I know I can.

I know I need to run smarter. I need to take care of my body. I’d really like to not visit and orthopedic doctor or physical therapist next year. I’d like to be able to run with my friends.

So for 2015 all I want is to run happy and run healthy. I’ll figure out what that means.

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.


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.


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.


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. 


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.