Finally ran today. It’s been 6 long weeks. Totally a different person.
Of course it was like in the teens and windy as shit. But it definitely kept me running and not walking. So far, mostly okay. New neutral shoes were awesome. Anyway, it wasn’t like an awesome pretty run, but it was amazing. I totally feel like myself again finally. And I might go crazy and eat carbs today. And hopefully will sleep tonight. It’s been a long time with no sleep. I think i got like 2 hours last night. Then woke up and thought of everything I have to do today and couldn’t go back to sleep.
By 9 am I had been to the park twice, vacuumed, got the laundry together and fed the dogs. When I was done vacuuming all of a sudden I had a sharp pain in my thumb. now it is purple and huge. No clue what I did. It could have been running with Trixie going nuts on the leash or moving shit around too fast when i was vacuuming. With 4 animals, you really have to vacuum seriously. Now I am icing my mystery humongous cartoon thumb so I can stay cold as shit all day.
Good thing i got up so early. And my work system is down. All the rushing. Guess I can cook and use the new chopper I got for Christmas. Super excited for a new appliance. Seriously, the sneakers and the chopper are the best gifts ever. I am so old and dorky. But the new running pants are awesome and looking good y’all. See? I am such an endorphin freak. I am totally one of those people who should never not workout. So I am going to ease back into distance, don’t think I am doing any races til Broad Street, so no rush. Just no more time off, seriously.
The beast was A MESS running. She wanted to stop and pee like a boy every other block. Strange. Maybe she is just out of shape too? Then she nearly killed me on the ramp down from the bridge. But she is totally passed out now. Back to work on something I guess. And finish my 24 marathon. DirectTV is playing it straight through with no commercials. Just finishing yesterday’s day one and day two is already recording. I totally forgot so much about the first season. Except how much I love me some Jack Bauer. Oh- and can you believe it was 10 years ago? Crazy. I was talking about it on Twitter with my friend and she reminded me about that whole WWJBD thing. Funny.
As usual the cops ruined my day (walk).
These jerks right here:
They were just hanging out on the corner. I swear I thought Trixie had seen horses before. Like when we run all summer and go by the horrible suffering carriage horses. Well. Evidently she had not fully noticed them? She did this time.
And she lost her freaking mind. I think she pulled somewhere between 5 and all of the muscles I have. She really went out of her skull. I turned the other way and drug her up Bainbridge. The whole way she was screaming like she was running from Freddy Krueger, Jason and Michael Myers at once. And she had already been stabbed. People came out of their houses. She hasn’t acted like that in years. So crazy. I got her a little calmed down and turned down Grays to South Street. Stopped to talk to someone when we were like 1/2 way to 22nd and she went insane all over again. At the corner at 22nd, she was looking everywhere and crying with intermittent pathetic howls.
Even though the horses were long gone, she stayed all crazed. I just kept walking and walking until she finally calmed down a little. But seriously. What were they doing here anyway? Stupid cops. Always with the ruining.
Flan in your veins.
Whoa. This is nuts. It hurts just looking at it. Is this real? (I will investigate and get back to you so that I don’t actually get work done yet)
Crazy 45 minute power yoga. It was way harder than I expected. And, yeah, I would call most hand balancing advanced. Look at this posture.
I think everyone knows I try to be as hardcore as possible, between distance running, Bikram yoga, pushup challenges and whatever else. If I am not psychotically competing for something, I don’t quite know how to be dedicated. Also, I am too ADD to do something just cause. So, with my ankle the basketball it is and me not having out of the house work, I couldn’t justify the time or pain of walking all the way to Bikram. Also - it is super stormy. And I need to get this ebook done. But without the 600+ calorie workout every morning, I feel like I can’t eat and I won’t sleep. I know, super dramatic. Coincidentally, I got a free 2 week subscription to a yoga workout site this morning, actually from writing about yoga here.
I am thinking, I am totally in shape, I picked intermediate 45 minute core power yoga for today. Like if it’s not over 110 degrees and 90 minutes, it’s barely a workout. Man, I am so smart. was pretty hard and a great workout. Trucking along. All the standing to up dog to down dog in 5 seconds was decent cardio, so, cool, working my coordination and core as well. But, yeah, next thing you know, this move is in play, but with straight arms, which I couldn’t find an image of:
Now I can rock out a crane/crow (not sure) pose where knees are on the elbows and everything is bent, see below, but this stuff was kind of nuts. Or just unexpected I guess. Now I have yet something else to work on. Especially with an injured foot/ankle. See, in the one at the bottom here (the aforementioned crane/crow), you can go forward slowly and take your toes up gradually higher and higher. Not so much in the side spinal twist one…By the time I got in the shower, my upper legs, abs and lower back were like mush. Which is, of course, awesome. later skaters xoxo k
7.5 miles, 79 minutes. Not bad, I guess. I am totally on track to break 40, which was my goal for the week. But my ankle pain is back and worse than before. I am hoping I just stepped wrong and it will be fine after a little RICE. Wish me luck. If it’s not better in the morning, I can deal, but I am going to be bummed with 35. Ugh. I need to relearn the art of taking days off.
But Trixie is no longer afraid of the Washington Square fountain! Check her out. She seemed hotter than usual today. Usually she doesn’t drink until we are back in our neighborhood on city runs. There are bowls when we get down to Front Street, but she was dying at like 13th. I wound through QV trying to find that Mario Lanza park to see if it had water, but I didn’t find it and by then we were almost at Front anyway. Then she cooled off in this fountain and briefly in Rittenhouse. She never drinks water. It is so weird. I kill myself to get to bowls and she just smells them and tries to go in whatever place has them outside. So annoying.
I am thinking tomorrow might be a good day to go back to Bikram? I have some classes I paid for, but I feel like it might be awkward. Like, I don’t think I have a long towel anymore. Do I have to pay for towels there? I forget. Also, I have a mat, but no bag, so what do I do with that? And my water bottle is not big enough I don’t think. And, now that I live close and will be walking, should I get changed? Not sure I want to walk through Rittenhouse in the small amount of clothing that is appropriate for Bikram, you know? Maybe I’ll wait til Monday, fewer people. Why do I even care? It’s probably one of the least judgmental crowds in the entire universe. What is wrong with my ridiculous ass?
K, back to writing about forex trading for the rest of the weekend most likely. Fascinating stuff. To no one. Ugh again. xoxo k
Pretty sure I nearly died a couple times getting through 3 miles today.
I still evidently wasn’t ready to really workout physically. After weeks off for my ankle and a stomach thing that took way too long, I seriously saw stars a couple times and had insane cramping. I am still very dehydrated and it was bad news. Add that to storms above and 80 degrees and humid at 8 am and I seriously felt like I was going to just collapse. Which is totally possible. My ankle held really strong so that was awesome. Maybe I was just so focused on not collapsing that I didn’t notice? Same story on pushups. It was like my body was so heavy even though I lost a bunch weight. My landlord said I looked emaciated. My high school self totally took that as a compliment. Planks were more like deadwood.
Anyway, I still powered through more than many people do in a week. (I’m self-soothing, so suck it). But being out there was still awesome. I know. That is totally weird and conflicting but just being on the road with music and the beast was so reassuring after what have been a rough couple weeks for me in a bunch of ways. Hopefully now I can get some sleep back and just drink shit tons of water so I can stay back out and rebuild my badassness. (At running!! The rest is in tact, just resting). Hoping also that it will get me some sleep because I am running on very little with disturbing as shit dreams. I am so drained I just got way too excited about a can of peas having a poptop. Can openers are hard work y’all.
But lots of super events coming up, especially excited for my 26.2 mile relay with Team Monster Miler at the end of the month. We have a full team and our shirts are kickass and it is going to be so much fun and a HUGE party at the end. It’s a lot of girls and it just seems like it will be a blast and comforting and reassuring in a time of semi-need.
Still haven’t decided what my next big fall event is, but I am giving it til the end of the month. OHHHHH!!!! My friend asked me to go SHOOTING with her next time she is in Philly. That sounds amazing to me. I hope someone lets me borrow their AK. I have always wanted to shoot a gun. No clue what that says about me but DANGER people. Bitch’s gonna be packing. And I’ve been listening to old school gangsta rap so I am going to rock that motherfucker. Pop pop pop. Rollin in my 6-4.
I am out. The nail is in the coffin, fork’s stuck. And I suck.
My ankle is out of the running. (Ha! literally!) I pushed way too hard this week and after a rough morning run with a PAWS dog yesterday (not because of Angel because of my stupidity- see her below, cute), my ankle is taking no weight. I look like a jackass trying to walk. I keep wearing less and less to distract from the jerking of my whole right side. It is the size of a softball. I actually measured with a softball from Trixie’s under-the-bed collection. My freezer is full of bags of ice and I used like 6 yesterday.
People have been telling me to stop all week and I am the jackass that kept pushing. Because I was doing the runstreak! Stupid. First, it only hurts when I stop. Then it only hurts when I run. Then it only hurt in shoes. Now- it only hurts. So much, regardless of movement, it’s just variations on the level of pain. Sucks. And I am not a wuss about pain, I can take a lot. I’ve broken both ankles, torn my left MCL, both rotator cuffs, left labrum, broken my wrist (lots of fingers and toes) and 4 ribs. This is up there on the pain scale. Balls. Now I have to stop eating and do like 1 million pushups or something. First day not running (so far) (j/k!) and I was super jealous of everyone running. Yet it took me over 20 minutes to walk to the dog park. Perspective. It escapes me. Every slight incline or decline (all those stupid new handicap ramps!) brought tears to my eyes. Ouch. Seriously. I am very anti the expression of pain. Luckily my ridiculous sunglasses mask most of it. They really are stupid looking and leave me with the strangest tan. I digress.
Not sure what I am digressing from, or that I need to complain any more. But I want to. A lot. Oh well. My mood regulator is now off limits. Sucks.
Have a great weekend walking around on your stupid ankles that bend without causing you to black out from pain. Remember- I hate you a lot right now and if I see you I might kick you in the lower leg. (j/k! so far, but watch yourself) XOXOXOXO K
Here are Angel and my neighbor’s son in Fitler Square.
Well, it is definitely Monday.
Crappy sleep? Check. Emails at 4 and 5, text at 6? Sure. Gray and gross? You know it. Tons of work and nowhere to start? Yep. Pain and suffering? Word.
UGGGHHHHH. My foot/ankle hurts like a mother. Running started out well, I felt really strong and almost psyched to have been woken up extra early so we could go far. It’s a Monday thing. I like to be 20% done for the week (I like to break 30) on Monday so I try to go over 6 (didn’t quite get there). But then once it was stop and go on the way back at the end of Boathouse Row it started to get sketchy. I was giving Trixie water at Lloyd Hall and I could literally feel it swelling. Not great. But we made it home and ice is in effect.
About those emails. 4 am and 5 am. Two different places that are super late paying me telling me they need me to change things. Now. They are in other timezones, but still. Not the news that lets you go back to sleep. I was thinking I should just get up and do it then. Luckily I didn’t because for the big one, my time still wasn’t unlocked to edit until I complained at 8. Fuckers. And the other one was a pre-arranged fee so no clue why I had to ask for it after doing a huge amount of kickass work in a very short time. Bitches be holding my money HOSTAGE. I can look forward to maybe getting something/anything by Wednesday or Thursday. Until then? Drink lots of water? Text at 6 was no inconvenience, just made me look at the time and get up already.
So, the week is as per usual so far. Starting with The Glades and getting down to it. Hopefully downhill from here. One of the most monumental stressers possible is gone as of this morning, so that is a great way to start for real.
Good luck everyone, turn off your email notifications at night, don’t let bitches kidnap your funds and have a great week. xoxo k
Don’t forget! Super Adoption Day is this weekend! We will be there in the AM. COME to the Piazza!
So, Broad Street was today. It was all around awesome. And painful, like being at the dog park at 5:30 am. But ended up with good weather, great people and no walking or stopping the whole ten. I started with my sis and her friends and stayed with them and their 9 min mile sprinty ways for 3 miles. Then I was like, no way can I do this for 7 more miles and just hit it on my own. I had a couple weak moments but never gave in. Running to City Hall was cool and pretty easy, then almost as soon as you are by it, the 6 mile marker comes up like what?! The South side was cool, lots of dogs and more local people. Then the family and cheering people for our team were what got me from 8 to 9 (they are at Pattison, right near the mile 9 marker). It might have been me wanting to save face or just see familiar faces and high five a ton of them and strangers alike, but I could not stop. And 9 to 10 was so painful, I felt like I was going to pass out, but eventually I got there and my time was pretty great, just a little more than I was aiming for (realistically). Then as soon as we stopped I had to cut sideways through the crowd and grab the metal fence so I didn’t pass out.
The afterparty was super fun and full of beers and fries and people from literally my entire life, from family and friends to meeting current neighbors mixed in with them. A bunch of people ran their first today too, which was cool and surprising. Probably all faster than I did, not like it matters by that time. My worst pain is the toe on my left foot which finally had a new nail after the marathon, but probably not for long. And my left shoulder, rando. We were so jammed into the subway and I was one of the only people who could reach to hold on. By twisting my left shoulder into some weird position where it was totally wrenched out of place and my hand was asleep until like the 3rd mile of the race. Then the ride ended up being SOOO LONG. Remember when they said they were going to be Expresses to Olney with like 2 other stops? They weren’t. So many stops. We got on at about 7:40 or earlier and off at 8:20 (race supposed to be at 8:30), not leaving much time to get into place and find everyone else but it started super late, so no big.
It all worked out and like 5 minutes after it’s done, all the pain fades away (and a little consciousness in my case) and you kind of forget all the willpower and motivation it took to push through to the end. You remember the fun and the great people and the feeling of making it to the end, accomplishing a goal after so much work. And THEN you get a medal and you realize you kicked ass.
Those legs aren’t Photoshopped, nor are they stilts. The maned wolf just has really long, really skinny legs. We’re not sure what the evolutionary advantage of being a living Disney cartoon might be. But we can’t see that picture without imagining the corresponding male wolf smoking cigarettes in a derby cap and reminiscing about getting burned by the tramp with the legs that just wouldn’t quit.
DAMES! Can’t live with ‘em….Can’t reach their hip bones.
Honestly that is kind of what I looked like during puberty. And whenever I try to wear shorts. Dammit Cracked! Another painful flashback!