Archive for March, 2012

So I think I was really productive and used up a lot of follow-through on Wednesday.  I would like it noted that I am recharging my follow-through.

On Wednesday, I ran 4 of the 6 miles I planned.  After 2 miles I knew I did not yet have the strength back from my cold.  I went grocery shopping, bought a new ink cartridge, and did some cooking.  I converted my banana bread recipe to a banana oat muffin recipe that replaced the oil with applesauce.  I cut and cooked chicken for the freezer.  Now I have cooked chicken for a pot pie and a soup.  I made italian loaves for the freezer.  I made rolls for dinner.  I made dinner, did some laundry, and lots of dishes.  I was tired after getting the kids to bed.

I also decided to move my Thursday run to Friday.  As I struggled through the 4 miles, I thought I should take my rest day early.  Then I would feel even better for my weekend runs.  I had a rough time on Thursday with my daughter at work and really didn’t get much done at work or home.  But it was okay, because I did so much on Wednesday.

I woke up this morning with good intentions to run.  It didn’t happen.  I had trouble sleeping and that made my head hurt when I woke up.  I was bummed that I couldn’t get up to get out so I decided I would make breakfast for the kids.  I didn’t get up for that either.  Who wants cereal?

I am having a much better day with my daughter, who is currently napping my back room.  I have a pile of stuff left over from yesterday that I decided I should do today.  It’s still there in its entirety.  I did other (less pressing) stuff this morning, does that count?

Ok, I’ll take another shot at finishing my work.  At least I am not causing problems or wasting time for my employer as I work for myself.  Or is that part of the problem?

Here I go, although I can feel that my follow-through is not yet charged.  I hope it is back up for tomorrow’s run!


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So my last run was 6 miles on Wednesday.  Here it is Tuesday and I finally made it out for 3 miles.  I have felt really knocked back by the head and chest cold I had/have.  2 of the sick days I spent laying down.  A very strong desire to maintain my training and feel normal pushed me out the door this morning.  It was rather cruel.

My last run was 50* and sunny.  I wore shorts and a short-sleeve tee.  It was nice, though I kept reminding myself that it is still March and anything can happen.  This morning I had to overcome the hurdles of bodily weakness, 27* and a biting wind.  My depleted mental state had me questioning the wisdom of ever going out again, because I didn’t need this.  I couldn’t find my insulated gloves so my fingers were cold.  The wind wore my cheeks raw.  The extra fluid in my ears made me dizzy and nauseous standing, nevermind running.  It was all I could do to keep stumbling in a forward direction and not fall into traffic.

I did make it back home.  I even surprised myself with a 10-minute pace, which a year ago, was the best I could do.

Tomorrow, I have another 6 miles scheduled.  I hope I can make it.  If I really can’t, my 4 and 6 mile loops overlap for the first 2 miles and I can always cut short to 4 miles.  If I could do 3 miles today, I know I can do 4 miles tomorrow, maybe even all 6.  After that, the Thursday 3 will seem easy.  Then I’ll get another rest day before the next 3 on Saturday.  By Sunday, I should be fine to make a go at the 8 miles I missed this Sunday.

Maybe things are looking up, maybe I did need this.

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Sundays are a good day for me.  It is the weekend day when I get everything done.  I usually make myself a list and find great satisfaction in crossing stuff off.  Wednesday of last week was my most recent productive day.  I have been down and out with some illness since then.  Here is a brief summary of my Sunday:

Tissues & Blanket

I got up, ate, showered and put my pjs back on.  My husband was surprised, as he had planned on a group trip to Home Depot.  I assured him there would be a group trip – without me.  If I wasn’t good for my planned 8 miles, I wasn’t going to Home Depot.

I spent the rest of the day in and out of conciousness.  When awake, the list of to-do’s plagued me.  I had really needed Sunday.

  • 8 mile run – I was really looking forward to this distance.  I had consoled myself with a rainy weather forecast, but then it didn’t rain
  • make granola – I love me some homemade granola with my yogurt, and I’m out!
  • make bread – fresh rolls for dinner and some for the week
  • make dinner – my husband tried, but he just doesn’t try as hard as I do to make it tasty AND healthy
  • assist on 1st grade book project – a 2 fact windsock, thing
  • cut back plants – there are some scraggley plants out there
  • clean dining room – 2 weeks until Easter!
  • dig out Easter notes – I track what I cook every year by quantity and popularity
  • laundry – 3 loads?  I fold much better than my husband, who was unhappy at how wrinkled his pants were this morning
  • dishes – my husband doesn’t even know where they all go, at least they got washed
  • adjust training plan back 1 week – I missed 14 of 23 miles this week, so I may as well do-over
  • find that Diego library book the kids lost – I swear I have already looked everywhere

Clearly, the list plagues me still. 

I postponed today’s short run to tomorrow.  I will take it easy at work today and get a few things done tonight.

The world doesn’t stop for Mom, it means I have to be crafty to catch up.

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And I don’t mean me, barely awake and on the road before a shower.

Shortly after starting out for a 6-miler this week, I found that a neighbor’s attached garage had burned in the night.  I first noticed the water in the street and then the odd fluffy drifts in the front yard.  As the garage became visible, I saw that it was a charred skeleton surrounded by yellow tape.  Once I realized what had occured, I looked again at the house.  The side of the house was scorched and 2 window screens, mangled from being kicked out, rested on the roof of the farmer’s porch.  As I passed the garage end of the house, I could see the children’s toys scattered around the backyard.  That made me think.

We live in a cape with all the bedrooms on the second floor.  I do have window escape ladders but they would be too heavy for my children to manage.  As parents, we worry so much about keeping children in second floor bedrooms what happens if they need to get out?  My six year-old can open his window if he needed to escape.  My four year-old cannot.  At least the master bedroom has a bathroom and towels.  If needed, we could always get to the childrens’ rooms with wet blankets.  But what if we couldn’t?

And so went the rest of my usually peaceful run.  These were thoughts I could not run from.

My son (who sits on the bus with another neighbor) later informed me that the kindergartener who lives in the house woke up and ran out.  His father, unable to find him, stayed in the house looking and ended up badly burned.  I remember writing up escape plans in grade school when teachers assigned them after fire department visits.  We have not set up plans as a family.  I know what we are going to do this weekend.

Does your family have a plan?

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Totally one of those days.

I am still sore from my mis-adventure on Sunday and from the subsequent 5 hours of yard work that resulted in my first sunburn and poison ivy experiences of the year.  I took Monday as a much needed rest day and I was not expecting to get the time I did on the 3 miles I ran this morning.  So I felt pretty good about the run.  Then the kids woke up.  They demanded a big, baked pancake for breakfast because I had found the idea on Pinterest yesterday.  It came out alright, a little chalky.  I think I would need to tweek the recipe in the future.

Then it all went downhill.  My daughter didn’t want to go to preschool.  Well you have to go to preschool.  So she threw up on the floor.  Okay, you don’t have to go to preschool.  Then I got a good look at my son.  Is that poison ivy all over your face making your eyes look swollen and pained?  Super.  The doctor’s office isn’t open until 10?  I can’t make an appointment in advance with the off-hours service?

So then I had to open my shop 1.5 hours late and I got to watch my 2 sick kids while at work.  At least today was a slow day and we are almost ready to head out.  Almost.  I had to fight the first grader to get my computer back to post to maintain my sanity that I grasped early in the morning when I ran by a misty lakeside sunrise thinking, it doesn’t get better than this.

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We all do it.  We plan something out to succeed, think it through again and run with it.  Then, when you get good and committed on your path, something goes awry and there is no going back.  If you are like me and you continue to plow ahead after realizing you are doomed, the plan’s failure gets more monumental.

Have you ever used the MapMyRun/Bike/Hike/Whatever app?  It is a great app for tracking your runs and results.  I, against all better judgement, do not run with my phone because I just have no place to put it.  So I use the computer to plan runs and my iPod Shuffle to time them.  Then I imput the time on the phone app when I get home, post the run to Facebook, and voila, I am tracking my runs.


This program is a time-saver because I can plan my runs using the mapping feature on the computer instead of driving around trying to come up with, say, a 7-mile distance to run.  When I made my 6-mile loop, I used roads I had not driven before, but had driven by.  It worked out well. 

The Planned 7-Mile Run

Not so much with my 7-mile distance.

I ran almost 5 of the 7 miles with the idea of cutting through a road I had mapped to get back.  On my end of the road, there is a gate that runners and bikers regularly skirt.  Apparently they aren’t running all the way through.  On the other end of the road, is a very large gate and fence with no obvious path around.  So instead of turning around, I wanted to make sure I got my 7 miles in and I kept running.  Good idea, right?

The original plan was go just past the cross-road, then turn around and take it.  I didn’t see the side street I had designated as my turn around point, so I kept running.  I thought, maybe it was further ahead?  When I got to the next town, I knew it was time to turn around.  I double-checked the cross-road and there were definitely no paths worn around the fence.  So I ran back to the main road to take the longer way back home.

Then I remembered a new problem, I always write down my miles and ETA for my husband, in the event something happens to me.  How far extra had I run?  How much time could elapse from that ETA before I was in real trouble?  So I ran faster on already tired legs.

I got good news about a 1/2 mile from home.  I could hear the church bells ringing out 9 AM.  I had written down “9-ish” for my husband.  A few more minutes and I would be there!

Of course when I got there, I found that my husband had not bothered to read the board and so had no idea of when to expect me.

In the end, I only ran an extra 1/2 mile over the 7 planned and in good time too.  At least next Sunday, 8 miles won’t seem so much further.

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I don’t have the time to be sick, ever.  I miss those middle and high school days when you were old enough to stay home sick and the house was yours.  It was golden to be sick enough to stay home, but not sick enough to hate your every waking moment. 

It has been about a week since I first became sick.  I have managed 3 runs since the 2 I missed, including the 3 miles this morning.  I had to run today to make up for the run I skipped yesterday.  Yesterday was rough.  It seemed almost at random that I woke up and felt exhausted, as I had felt fine the day before.

So today was better, I got it in.  Not my best 3 mile time, but I worked it.  My nose was still a little stuffy when I went out and it was clear when I got back.  At least it was easier to clear out my sinuses after.  Fun colors and textures at the end of a cold.

Speaking of sinus goo, my son had asked me this past weekend why there was so much of it.  I had to tell him that I had no idea.  It certainly doesn’t seem conducive to resting when you are constantly blowing your nose.  So I promised to look it up.  Now I know that the body considers a head cold an attack on the respiratory system and creates extra goo to flush the virus out of the body.  That is fun.

I have yet to remember when I see my son to follow-up from my research.  I decided long ago to be honest about what I know and don’t know and do my best to find out.  I know I have it much easier than my parents did answering my incessant questions.  They didn’t have a google.

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