Showing posts with label on not running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label on not running. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Caution: Runner NOT Running

As the support crew for a runner, you know the inherent hazards of the sport. The chafing, the dehydration, and the ~ahem~ bathroom issues that many runners experience on occasion are all things that the support crew experiences second hand. Never is a situation more perilous, however, than when one is the support crew for the injured runner. Here are some important rules adopted from Chez Moi with the intention of promoting safety.

Be as Prepared as a Scout preparing for an Academy Award.  The first thing to realize when talking with the injured runner is that they are dying to tell you about their badassery. They cannot wait to explain how they injured their (xyz) running (xyz) distance on (xyz) date. Furthermore, be prepared to provide an appropriate response or wince when they go into great detail about how they ran 4 miles on a broken foot, or had fluid drained via a 6' needle, or my personal favorite - share how the bones crunched against each other for a few days. We've discussed this before, runners are weird. And gross. And weird.

The Importance of Math.  The injured runner is a delicate creature, vulnerable and prone to wild mood swings rivaling that of a 15 year old girl. The injured runner frequently believes at any given time that he or she is speaking in a sane rational voice about his or her return to running, when in fact, they are talking like a drunk frat boy on a Saturday night. Like a marathoner at the end of a race, the non-running runner cannot perform simple math. Gibberish about Couch to 5K plans and how well Physical Therapy is going can quickly dissolve into Fall Marathon plans. Oh the non-running runner is laughable with their plans to add miles in increments of 10% when the current base mileage rests solidly on a big fat ZERO.  Last I checked, 10% of 0 is 0.

the family holiday photo of 2015

The Approach.  When approaching an injured runner, it’s important to move in slow non-threatening steps, preferably while wearing sensible flats. Running shoes are a no go, as are heels or dress shoes. The injured runner needs no reminding that they are injured, and assuredly, they know exactly what kind of Brooks you have laced onto your feet. If they, like me, have a broken foot and are relegated to a boot, the dress shoes are just a further reminder of how “non-cute” their Christmas wardrobe has been thus far this year.

On Staying Grounded.  The Non-Running Runner who has been sentenced to a month or more of “Spinning Easy on a Spin Bike” is particularly prone to illusions of grandeur regarding their bike fitness. Suddenly they are planning Century rides and contemplating two-day charity events. This is typically experienced by the budding cyclist before their workout du jour, as at the conclusion of a 30 minute spin, they are usually more grounded in reality. In this case, “reality” is comparable to a deep dark hole in the ground where running doesn’t live.

Don't Ask, Don't Tell. One of the trickiest questions posed by the non-running runner is in regards to someone else's running plans. If asked what your race plans are for 2016, it's imperative to change the subject quickly and subtly. Equally dangerous is asking the injured runner when their MD says they can run again. Remember, dates are numbers, numbers are like math, and the non runner has limited math ability at this time.


Finally, Beware the Cookie. Never ever take the last cookie from a non-running runner, unless you have a death wish or are pregnant.

~ savor the boot ~

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

DietRun, with lime and Dragon.

I miss running. Now that I'm running a little, I miss it a lot.

I miss logging miles upon miles of hot sweaty fun pounding out on the roads with the other RVA runners on the Marathon Training Team. I am up to an almost 4 mile walk/run, or when I'm pressed for time like today, I can string 2.5 miles together without the walk breaks and call it a workout.

So, right. There's no MTT for me this year. I can't build from 0 to 26.2 in time for the race.

So here I am, a marathoner who used to log 30-50 miles a week and I have managed to successfully log 6 miles of running last week.  ~sigh~ I know, lately this blog has been less about #running and more about #everythingelseintheentireworld.

And now that I have it back, it's not even like REAL run. It's more like DietRun.

Over ice.
Lime squeezed in is optional.
But Dragons seem like a good idea.

I know, you're all like - What did you just say?

I said Dragons.

In the hopes that I'm bada** enough to get from 0 - 13.1, I applied for the Central Virginia Endurance/ Lululemon Running Team. They'll coach you to the Richmond Half Marathon in November. I thought having a coach would be a safe way to get me to race day, YOGA is something that I think would benefit my lack of flexibility and strength, and most of all, I've been digging the CVE program ever since I watched a few of my pals train for a few Ironman-type events over the last year.

I sent in a killer application with a hilarious yet pointed essay in the hopes that I could make "Coach Bob" aware of my plight, and mostly to convince them that I can be badass again with coaching.

And that I'm funny and fun, and everyone would enjoy having me on the team.

Also, I'm a hard worker. I appreciate results and love competition. The Friendly Kind, of course.

Ok, so upon review of this rambling blog post, the essay probably wasn't pointed... maybe it was just hilarious. Or possibly not funny at all, but that seems unlikely...

Regardless, Feel free to comment here or Tweet to CVE (@CentralVAEndure) about how great I am (@gba_gf), or FB on my page and tag CVE with 101 Reasons I ought to be chosen for the CVE Team. Or Facebook CVE directly... basically, yeah...

Game on.


Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Puzzle Pieces


I couldn’t ride my bike this morning.

Stupid rain.

I couldn’t swim this morning either. I mean, I guess I could have, but because I swam so hard last night, I definitely woke up having one of those “Princess Bride” mornings. Not the kind of morning where you’re kidnapped and rescued “asyouwish” by a handsome blond pirate with 4 white horses, but the other kind.

I guess I need to
#suckitupButtercup
The one where you say to yourself, “Why won’t my arms move?”

So, in the interest of not drowning, a swim was really out of the question today.

Interestingly, that really only left a few options. One of which is the 3rd piece of the Triathlon Puzzle... and it’s a puzzle I’m struggling to work these days.

The bike is my favorite way to get sweaty and hot.

The swim is an illusive siren that tempts me to do things I might otherwise avoid... Should I? Shouldn't I?

The run is... completely non-existent.

Many of you might not realize, but 2 weeks ago I was cleared to begin a walk run program. 

Yes, that’s what I said. It’s been 2 weeks since I was given permission to run... and yet, I didn’t bolt out the door to run right away.

2 weeks.

In 2 weeks I have done no running. I skipped with my 6 year old... does that count for anything? Probably not much.

Today I got dressed to run. And then... I did exactly nothing else except watch the temperature’s increase. I confessed this crime to The Good Dr, and after a gentle, #suckitupButtercup, I decided to stop procrastinating.

The humidity at 1 pm was a bit much... so I violated RULE #1 of GBA Running, and went out without a shirt in just a bra.

 And then...

The Good Dr showed up with a smile. Dressed to run.

He had 6 miles.
I had 20 minutes of walk/run.

It was fun, albeit stressful. 

Yes, stressful.

Whatifithurts? WhatifIhurtitagain? WhatifIsuck?

I survived.
1.8 miles, 20 minutes, walk 2/run 3.

And at the end I was sweaty and rained on and smiling.

I'm icing it, per The Witch Dr's instruction, and planning my next run.

~savor the run~



Monday, March 4, 2013

8 Days Till Tomorrow


Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow if I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.

That’s probably true, by the way. Tomorrow I will feel better... but I probably won’t feel well.

Today I got out of my apartment of almost 4 hours. It took a 2 hour nap to recover from it, but that’s just a detail. It happened. I got dressed and everything.

I know that it’s going to be a long time before I’m where I was...

They don’t know what “got” me, by the way. Lots of badbadbad stuff got ruled out. I’d like to say it was the Bat/Pig Flu, right T?, but the truth is, it was probably just an opportunistic pathogen that was in the right place at the right time that led to a series of events that no one, not even The Good Dr, could have predicted.

In short, I owe my life to a Md at Patient First.  After I left her office, she said she was bothered by my condition and kept thinking about me. So she called to check on me right as everything in my life kinda took a badbadbad turn. 
I try not to think about that too much...gives me nightmares.

SO anyway, moving on to running stuff. In 8 days I went from being nearly marathon ready, to knowing that when I run again, I will be starting over from scratch.

In some regards, don’t we all wish we could do that? If you could go back to when you started running and start again with all your current knowledge, don’t you think it would be easier?

In others, I know it will be frustrating as all heckfireandshoot.
What do you mean I can only run XYZ pace for Y amount of time before I collapse into a pool of misery?

Also, let’s visit with the idea that I had finally gotten this whole bike plan down pat. I was cycling on my MTB so that when The Season started on the Road Bike I would feel fit and ready to roll.

Wheels f’in DOWN; I was going to be FIT.

Only, I’m so.no.fit.n.anything.

I’m weak. So weak that writing this has made me tired, and I think I’ll go get ready for bed. It’s 4something pm.

But that’s okay. It’s going to be fine, because tomorrow when I wake up, I will feel better.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Gear CHECK - Slogging


When you leave home to go for a run, you probably really only NEED a few things.  A good bra if you need one, a light if it's dark out, tall socks… hell it seems like shoes are even optional these days.  Oh, maybe a watch.

Slogging requires a bit more crap gear.

Slogging = Sucktastic Pool Jogging.

It might suck, but it is HARD if you do it right, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I did this all the time (which would be expensive as it would require a lobotomy and or a therapist and quite possibly daily medication) I would be SUPER fit.

1 shuffle iPod + plastic wrap + a little packing tape =
water resistant iPod shuffle.  I don't recommend using
your son's, like I did, because his taste in music is ... not
the same as my taste in music.
Anyway, after 1 week of slogging I’ve learned a few things.  When packing your gym bag, be sure to bring the following with you:

1)  A visor with an up grade – one of Those People took mercy on me the other day and gave me a hint on how to get my iTunes Rolling in the Deep end of the pool.  

“My loneliness is killing me… I must confess I still believe….”  

Yeah, trust me, when you’re slogging, these lyrics start to look down right Genius.  Of course, Interpol’s No I in Threesome is pretty genius too… for other reasons though. 

2)  Belt it Out – I tried “pool running” without floatation this summer.  Um.  You know what?  You need the floaty belty thingy so you can concentrate on form and counting.  Yes, counting.  I track my cadence in the pool, just as I do on land.  Ok, thats not true.  On land I don’t have to think about it.  But in the pool, I sometimes count to check it.  And frequent heart rate checks are another way counting AND the belt come in handy.  

3)  Intervals  - DON’T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT THEM.  They will SAVE YOUR LIFE.  I'm serious.  They serve as a way to break up the time blocks into bite sized pieces so you don’t choke to death.  Additionally, watching the clock gives you something to look at… other than the lifeguard who is pretending not to be looking at you like you’re insane.  Accidentally making eye contact with the lifeguard is to be avoided at all costs.  

Now, true, at some pools staring at the lifeguard could constitute a full body contact sport.  In my case, however, that’s not a plan.  At all.  I’m way better to stare at the clock and see that I have 1:30 left in my interval.  The other day I did 3X 5 min at Tempo.  But equally good is 1min Tempo/1 min recovery jog for 10 – 15 minutes.  Or today I did 1:30 Tempo with a 30 second recovery for 10 minutes and seriously, the 10 minutes vanished.  Speaking of eyes…

I googled "image sweat"
and got this, and...
you're welcome.
4)  Gonna Make You Sweat – I have it on good authority that if you have sweat dripping into your eyes, you’re doing it right.  So make sure you bring it to the pool.  And you might want to bring your water bottle too.  

5)  BRICK HOUSE – I found this UBER intense brick workout online.  It would be too much for the (novice) pool runner slogger like me, but it did give me some ideas.  I do some slogging broken up by swim sprints.  Or, some swimming broken up by Tempo slogging.  It's been a great way to make the slogging more appealing to me, a fairly strong swimmer.

…. I guess maybe "Properly Fitting Swim Suit" should be on this Gear List somewhere, huh?  I’m sure that as the weeks go on I will be able to add to this list.  Who knows what mental state I’ll be in by next Thursday.  Xanax could make the list...

Ok I'm kidding.  I find slogging weirdly satisfying.

As long as I am sweating and in a little discomfort I’m OK in the pool.  Okay, in a “If I can’t be outside doing what I really love to do” kind of way.  But then again, I’m the kind of stupid who thinks running 26.2 miles is fun… so I must really like being miserable.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

What flavor?

"Are you injured?"

The question startled me for some reason.

As that person stood there expectantly waiting for my answer, I realized he asked because he wanted to know.  Not because he would launch into a lecture about how I will destroy myself running, or because he was judging me for running back to back marathons, as the non-runners in my life often do, but because he was curious.

I'm an injured runner.
If runners are ~weird~, injured runners are ~FREAKING Neurotic~ and ~weirdly defensive~.

I folded my pride into a little square and neatly tucked it into my back jean pocket.

"Yes" I admitted.  "I'm sentenced to pool activities for a few weeks."

It pleased me when the sympathy that flooded his face was quickly replaced with wisdom and a wry smile.  "The best pool for aqua jogging is this pool.  They play music in there so you won't go crazy.  Oh, and rig your iPod *this* way.  That way you can have music if you need to Jog in a Y pool."

Visiting Coach Naked Black chimed in, "Oh, and I used to bribe the life guards to talk to me."

Coach Black is always good for a smile.

The Y life guard is male.  The pool is rather nippy, er, chilly.  If I want conversation, I probably won't need to bribe anyone.  Just sayin'.

All this talk of aqua jogging, swimming and coming back stronger helped me realize something.

Being injured once in a while is part of being a runner.  The fact that GBA has been a relatively injury free team is probably more luck than anything else.

How one handles an injury determines what kind of runner they are...

Do you give up and take up roller blading or shuffle board?  Do you embrace your injury and convalescence, consoling yourself with thoughts like, "is there a flavor of ice-cream that will make today more bearable?"  Or do you fret for 12 hours before stepping back to figure out exactly which track will get you back to your drug of choice running with the least amount of lost fitness.  I know what kind of runner I am...  I'm the kind who "just keeps swimming".

By the end of my encounter with Those People, I had 20 different ways to aqua jog from several seasoned aqua jogging runners, suggested places to do said jogging, and reassurance that if I do it right, I can get back out there as strong or stronger than ever.

And the best news?  With a glint in his eye, Coach Black added in, "Swimming will tone you from top to bottom."

Thanks Coach.  I'll make sure to stop eating junk food so that we can ALL appreciate that toning later this year when it's time to run clear.

~savor the run~

Friday, December 30, 2011

Slogging

Biolabud was reading my Facebook post about my new workout regimen and wondered "What is slogging?"

Slogging = the art of sucking while pool jogging.

I mean, no matter how FREAKING EPIC you might be at pool running, pool jogging, aqua jogging, etc. if you're a runner, accustomed to running on land through neighborhoods, city streets and rolling country roads... aqua jogging kinda sucks.

But since it's my "new thing", I figured I better embrace it.  Cos that's just how I roll.

Seriously though I didn't know how to go about doing my first slog, so I went online and googled How to Aqua Jog.  True story.  There were ~like~ 31000 options, so I went ahead and clicked on option 3.  Three is my lucky number, I figure, how can I go wrong.

Holy Heckfireandshoot.

The suggested workout for the triathlete (which i'm not, but T is, and she's my wife so that's close enough) was a 3700m swim/45 minute aqua jog BRICK.  I can swim, yeah...  I'm even pretty decent at it, and am back up to about a mile.  So, 3700m?  and 45 minutes?  What was this, the Ironman level BRICK workout?

oh. yeah.  It was.

So I modified it and went with this instead:
Swim #1 500m
Jog 15 min
Swim #2 500m
Jog 20 min with intervals
Swim #3 600m (so I could get a full mile)

It was still pretty intense.

I used the first 15 minute jog to 'just get the hang' of it.  The actual workout called for 3 X 5 min at tempo, but I figured (correctly) that there was a learning curve and I should use the first 15 minutes to figure it all out.

I was pretty zapped by the 2nd 500m swim.

And by that I mean I could barely move my arms.

But I still went for it when it was time for the next set of jogging.  My idea was that if I did intervals the time would go faster.  It was true.  Intervals are the only way to survive this kind of workout.

And by the last 200m of cool down, I was barely swimming.  I mean that too.

So tomorrow is New Years Eve.  And guess what I'm doing....

slogging.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

aka Hot Doctors make everything more Fun even the bad stuff

My Hot Orthopedic Doctor and I spent some quality time together today.

There was Good News & Expected News & Not Awesome News

I arrived promptly at 9:28 for my 9:30am appointment and settled in with Angry Birds, gmail, and some paperworks type stuff.

A mere hour later, I found myself giving an extensive history on the tingly foot, the weird intermittent pain and before I knew it, I was being whisked away into an Xray room.  They had to cover the bases.  OF course WE knew it wasn't broken, and... it's not.

A bit later HD arrived.

Good news:  He's still hot.

He walked in, took my hand, looks me in the eye and says, "It's nice to meet you."

I said, "Wait a minute, I know we've met before, here, in this office."

Charming HD gets bonus points for looking me right in the eyes and saying, "No way I would forget you...  are you sure we've met?"

Since I've cut my hair I've been walked passed and unrecognized by people who actually know me, so OK, I'll give him that.

We had some good laughs, he poked my foot with a paperclip ~ a true medical instrument ~ and we bantered while he decided where the problem was really located.

I said, "I really need to get your picture so I can text it to Karasmatic."

He furrowed his beautiful brow, and said, with a slight tilt of his head, "Why?  So she can see that I'm still me?"

Deadpan, "No, so she can see that you're still hot."

He burst out laughing, blushed a beautiful pink shade of awesome.  And just like that, HD and I were BFF's.

The Expected News:  It's a Morton's Neuroma.  (it's an inflamed nerve, I've included an image, but this image isn't exactly what I have.  It's close enough though)

So he ordered up a "Morton's injection" for my foot.

It went a little like this: HD (still blushing) cradles my foot in his hand, looks up and says with a perfectly straight face, "Bear with me, I'm a little nervous, I've never done this before."  There was a pause while I soaked that in, and we ALL started laughing.  Of course he's done it before.  Anyway, we had a great time with the laughing, and burning stinging of the cortisone shot that didn't hurt as much as I was expecting (he is very distracting... or maybe he has good hands... or both).

"now I'll always remember you, because you were my first...."  insert more giggling ~by all of us~ here.

And then, the Not Awesome News:  He banned me from running AND cycling for 3 weeks.  Not sure which sounds worse, 3 weeks of no running, or 21 days of no running, or 18 days of pool time... I guess it depends on how you view it.  He wants me POOL RUNNING, with the belt and ~yeah~.

I can't call that Bad News.  It's not bad.  Its just not awesome.  I'm not too unhappy with the whole thing.  I knew I had a problem.  3 weeks of not running is not the end of the world.  And, HD was very optimistic about my prognosis.  He believes that IF I follow the rules and IF I'm a patient patient I will get better and be fine.

SO, there you go.

The Hot Doc is still hot.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Chocolate Neuroma


Irony tastes like pure chocolate.

Not the warm gooey kind you get in the bottom of your cocoa mug.  Irony tastes like a broken chunk of Baker's chocolate.

The first taste is almost always unexpected.

And never sweet.


The other day, my Witch Dr nearly broke the Hippa rules. 

He and I were having our usual cheerful banter/conversation.  And I said, “oh, can you look at this spot on my foot, I think… well, if feels like I stepped on a rock.”  I knew right away it was going to be bad by the expression on his face at my description of the injury. 

He squeezed my foot as hard as he could, his eyes widened.  He lifted his face toward me and, with my foot still in his grasp, said, “It’s a neuroma…  You should see an Orthopedist.  This is what….  Do you know…?  I know, you're friends with… yeah.  You should reach out to him if you’re comfortable.”

Irony. 

Yes I know (dot)(dot)(dot).

and when he had his surgery in February I felt so sorry for him.  He was patient and positive, and muscled through the time of troubles related to his neuroma.   His resilience is a reason he’s one of my favorite people.  Yes, I know him.

I just wrote the word surgery on my blog.  I do not need surgery.  I have a long time and a lot of treatments to try before I could even consider surgery as an option.  Oh hell no.   I’m seeing my 2nd opinion MD tomorrow for an aggressive non-surgical plan.  I’m not sitting on the sidelines of 2012.

I’m not because I think I could go insane.

I'm going to be a patient patient and do as I'm told so that I get better ASAP.  Every day without running is like a day on the crazy train.  

The depression that comes with not running has slammed into me harder than the 4 pounds of weight I put on over Christmas.  It’s heavy and pins me to my bed when I think about going for a swim.  I lay awake at 4 a.m.  I know there’s a Rowing Machine and Pool who would both enjoy my company.  Yet I don’t get up.  I roll over and ignore the world.  Depression is painful.

Far more painful than the neuroma in my foot, which I find a little ironic.  The neuroma is all tingly and ~weird~ feeling.  Unless it’s pissed off. 

THEN it’s more painful than the depression.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Danger Will Robinson

I'm in a bad spot here folks.

I woke up this morning and realized...  I don't really remember my leg hurting in the last 24 hours... for that matter, I don't really remember my leg hurting at all.

Why am I putting that boot on again?  Why am I not running?

I feel fine, honestly, I think I dreamed the whole "injury" thing...  it probably never really hurt that much at all...  I was probably just being a wuss.  I don't really need a bone scan or any other tests...

I think I'll just go for a run during preschool and check it out....

~ no. I know, I know, "logical thinker first" ~

Friday, March 4, 2011

REVISED gba training plan

Some of you may remember that I had a GBA coach create a GBA training plan for me?  Well, it obviously became obsolete when my Hot Doc reduced my milage to 4 miles at a time, and then sadly, Tibia & Fankle combined forces to shut down my running all together.

So I spent a bit of time (8 days) whining, and eating chocolate, and drinking beer (which is funny because I'm not much of a drinker), and skipping swim workouts and sneaking out at 5am riding my bike in the early mornings.

Eight days, 4 pounds, and one slap across the face later, I am here, with a new custom GBA plan created by me.  I tried to stay true to the gba qualities that made the last plan so.. well, gba.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Pity Party OVER

Please do not take this the wrong way....  But the time for pity party has ended and it's time to pack up and go.

I'll wash and return all the dishes early next week.  Don't worry about helping to clean up, I'm good.  If your keys are in the "bowl" because you've had too much fun and cannot drive, please call a cab.

This party has ended.  It's a new day.  And starting now, we're going clean and sober.


well.... clean and mostly sober, I have new hobbies to consider here.

Last night I was WHINING to a friend and I got a verbal slap across my face.

Not the "awe, it's all good" I was expecting.

No, she said, "No.  I do not accept that statement.  That's an excuse.  You are a marathoner.  You CAN do whatever you WANT to do and DO IT WELL, so don't give me the I can't EXCUSE."

Damn.  That stung.

But Yeah, I needed that wake up.

So starting today, it's a new day.  The recovery training plan is "UNDER CONSTRUCTION".  I assure you, NO WHERE on that training plan will it say, "WHINE about your missing RUN."