Amazingly, I feel great this morning. I gotta say, I did not see this in my future yesterday afternoon. I did what I knew to do, I stretched, and then I stretched and then I stretched some more. I ate mostly carbs with protein thrown in and I had two glasses of that fancy schmancy recovering puke.
It wasn't pretty - I did not like how I felt both emotionally and physically. It doesn't matter that I didn't like it. Not liking it made it even worse.
Off to Jacksonville in a bit. I am taking my dad to a neurologist for his legs. This is the appointment I had to threaten that other doctor in order to get my dad's records.
We will get to spend time with my sister, Michelle and her entire family (minus Mel, who is in New York). We get to see the grand-babys (my parent's great grand-babys)and Joel and Stephanie. I get to run tomorrow morning with Kyle, who is training for his second half-marathon.
Onward!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
It's Complete
My second 16 miler is complete, done, over and crossed off.
I reminded my dad yesterday afternoon and last evening that my long run was today. Each time I spoke to him about it, I got the sense he was not going to remember. I even told him that and told him I would be okay if he wasn't out there when I arrived.
I now have 7 bottles for my FuelBelt. One of the 8 leaks terribly, so I set that one aside. I filled the extra 3 with Gatorade and set then under my carport. I had 4 on my belt.
I got to my Dad's with about 8 miles done. I had one bottle left. He was not there. I ran around his loop 4 times (about 1 miles worth of running) and he never came out. I carried on and re-figured how to get back to my house to get the 3 bottles before I finished the one I had left.
The run turned to shit after I picked up the 3 bottles. My socks were socking wet and they squished. I didn't want to. I was tired and wet and all alone. I was a whiny mess.
At about the 13 mile mark, I walked. I had not walked on a run since I came back from the time off for my feet. I didn't care. I was pissy.
Then I looked at the time - interesting - I saw that if I could finish the last 2 miles at an easy jogging pace - I actually could finish at somewhere around the time I finished in last week.
I dug deep - I didn't like it and I dug deep.
My ice bath was not wonderful, my legs ache right now and I can't stop yawning.
I didn't die, I finished a long run all by myself and it is over.
That is all good.
16 miles
2:43:21
10'12"/minute miles
How I feel is irrelevant. Maybe tomorrow I can really mean that last part.
I reminded my dad yesterday afternoon and last evening that my long run was today. Each time I spoke to him about it, I got the sense he was not going to remember. I even told him that and told him I would be okay if he wasn't out there when I arrived.
I now have 7 bottles for my FuelBelt. One of the 8 leaks terribly, so I set that one aside. I filled the extra 3 with Gatorade and set then under my carport. I had 4 on my belt.
I got to my Dad's with about 8 miles done. I had one bottle left. He was not there. I ran around his loop 4 times (about 1 miles worth of running) and he never came out. I carried on and re-figured how to get back to my house to get the 3 bottles before I finished the one I had left.
The run turned to shit after I picked up the 3 bottles. My socks were socking wet and they squished. I didn't want to. I was tired and wet and all alone. I was a whiny mess.
At about the 13 mile mark, I walked. I had not walked on a run since I came back from the time off for my feet. I didn't care. I was pissy.
Then I looked at the time - interesting - I saw that if I could finish the last 2 miles at an easy jogging pace - I actually could finish at somewhere around the time I finished in last week.
I dug deep - I didn't like it and I dug deep.
My ice bath was not wonderful, my legs ache right now and I can't stop yawning.
I didn't die, I finished a long run all by myself and it is over.
That is all good.
16 miles
2:43:21
10'12"/minute miles
How I feel is irrelevant. Maybe tomorrow I can really mean that last part.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
How Old is Old?
Eddie Fisher died the other day. He was 82.
My dad is 79.
My dad is talking about what will happen with my mom if he goes to the hospital. I am thinking he means if he dies.
Kevin's mom is 81. She is in the hospital right now with double pneumonia. They also found a mass on one of her lungs. My dad asked an usual amount of questions about it. I couldn't answer all of the questions.
There has to be a point when one gets "This is the beginning of the end." I am wondering if my dad is thinking that for himself.
I am not ready for this to be the beginning of the end.
I suspect I will never be ready for that.
My dad is 79.
My dad is talking about what will happen with my mom if he goes to the hospital. I am thinking he means if he dies.
Kevin's mom is 81. She is in the hospital right now with double pneumonia. They also found a mass on one of her lungs. My dad asked an usual amount of questions about it. I couldn't answer all of the questions.
There has to be a point when one gets "This is the beginning of the end." I am wondering if my dad is thinking that for himself.
I am not ready for this to be the beginning of the end.
I suspect I will never be ready for that.
Friday, September 24, 2010
My Dad Is So Happy
Yesterday was Alice's first day with my mom. Alice has cleaned my mom's house for years - we tried to figure it out yesterday and we think it just might be close to 10 years. This 4 hours is different. She is there to help my mom, to be her 'friend' and to make sure she is okay.
My dad golfed 18 holes yesterday for the first time in at least 3 years. He came home exhausted, but a different kind of exhausted. He seemed happy. He said he played awful and he was tired and he seemed really happy. The best news - he got an eagle! That is right, after not playing for so very long, he had an eagle on a par 4! 160 yards out, he hit his shot, it rolled up on to the green and rolled into the hole. It was the 2nd hole and it all turned to crap after that.
He even told me "The first day of anything new is the hardest." I am really optimistic about this addition. He even told my mom when she complained that she can stay alone - that he would not leave her and if Alice doesn't come, he won't golf. I don't even care that he played the guilt card.
On the running front - my watch screwed up today. More accurately, I didn't hit stop when I was done running. Really annoys me as I had a great run. Trying to figure it out based on the graph I get, I am guessing this:
5.5 miles
around 50 minutes
I had a great run and don't have the documentation to point to. My ego is sitting on my face, squishing it all around. That annoys me too. I'll get over it.
My dad golfed 18 holes yesterday for the first time in at least 3 years. He came home exhausted, but a different kind of exhausted. He seemed happy. He said he played awful and he was tired and he seemed really happy. The best news - he got an eagle! That is right, after not playing for so very long, he had an eagle on a par 4! 160 yards out, he hit his shot, it rolled up on to the green and rolled into the hole. It was the 2nd hole and it all turned to crap after that.
He even told me "The first day of anything new is the hardest." I am really optimistic about this addition. He even told my mom when she complained that she can stay alone - that he would not leave her and if Alice doesn't come, he won't golf. I don't even care that he played the guilt card.
On the running front - my watch screwed up today. More accurately, I didn't hit stop when I was done running. Really annoys me as I had a great run. Trying to figure it out based on the graph I get, I am guessing this:
5.5 miles
around 50 minutes
I had a great run and don't have the documentation to point to. My ego is sitting on my face, squishing it all around. That annoys me too. I'll get over it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
New Experience of Difficult
My 8 miler this morning was difficult. I have many ideas about why it was so hard and they are all within my control. The interesting and a bit fulfilling part of that is what I call difficult now and how I respond to difficult now.
I look back at my early 'longish' runs - the ones where I thought I was gonna die and I actually stopped running because if I didn't, I was gonna die. My 'self-talk' has shifted. In the beginning of this training, I heard myself say "You can't keep this pace up - you have to walk." or "Only 1.5 miles left, maybe I can do this." or "Thank God this is almost over."
This morning, I heard things like: "Lynnie, those chips last night were not a good idea." and "Looking like you have more sessions of stretching in your future." and my generic favorite "Some days are good runs and some days are not."
The first run I was afraid of was the 8 miler. I did it with Amy and Lois following me on bikes on the bike trail in Yorktown Heights. I was so proud of myself when I was done. It was a first. That was on August 14.
Today, the 8 miler was a long mid-week run and one that did not have me concerned. While it was difficult - I didn't stop and never thought I would or had to. While it was difficult, I finished while making plans for my day and for the corrections to make to impact my ability to run and have fun.
8.03 miles
1:19:33 duration
9'54" minute miles
I look back at my early 'longish' runs - the ones where I thought I was gonna die and I actually stopped running because if I didn't, I was gonna die. My 'self-talk' has shifted. In the beginning of this training, I heard myself say "You can't keep this pace up - you have to walk." or "Only 1.5 miles left, maybe I can do this." or "Thank God this is almost over."
This morning, I heard things like: "Lynnie, those chips last night were not a good idea." and "Looking like you have more sessions of stretching in your future." and my generic favorite "Some days are good runs and some days are not."
The first run I was afraid of was the 8 miler. I did it with Amy and Lois following me on bikes on the bike trail in Yorktown Heights. I was so proud of myself when I was done. It was a first. That was on August 14.
Today, the 8 miler was a long mid-week run and one that did not have me concerned. While it was difficult - I didn't stop and never thought I would or had to. While it was difficult, I finished while making plans for my day and for the corrections to make to impact my ability to run and have fun.
8.03 miles
1:19:33 duration
9'54" minute miles
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Laundry Soap Lesson
I have been reading about laundry soap. You know, the Tide 2X kinda laundry soap. The manufacturers tell us that we use less soap, get more loads per bottle and we are happy paying more for a smaller container. Then, we forget that we have to use less soap and end up using more, so the manufacturers are happy and we are none the wiser - except we always have soap residue in our clothes. "They" say that the soap residue attracts dirt, so our clothes end up being dirtier than they would otherwise be.
So, I have been reading that and sorta rolling my eyes.
Then, I ran 16 miles on Sunday - Did you miss that? I did - I am a ROCK STAR!
So, I am a sweater - really, really, a sweater. When I was done, there was no dry place on any piece of clothing on my body. The sweat was even running down my legs into my socks and sneakers. I could feel that happening.
Once I was done running, it was no longer dark out. I was walking up to my front door and saw some whiteness on my shorts. It was the oddest thing - I look further and it was soap suds. No kidding - soap suds. They had formed on my shorts in the area where my legs meet my pelvis - the place where the 'agitation' happens while running.
I took all of my running gear and ran a load with no soap and double rinsed. Then I did it again. There was no soap yesterday, but that was just 5 miles. I do 8 tomorrow, so I will check again, Friday is only 5. Sunday's 16 again will be the real test.
So, I have been reading that and sorta rolling my eyes.
Then, I ran 16 miles on Sunday - Did you miss that? I did - I am a ROCK STAR!
So, I am a sweater - really, really, a sweater. When I was done, there was no dry place on any piece of clothing on my body. The sweat was even running down my legs into my socks and sneakers. I could feel that happening.
Once I was done running, it was no longer dark out. I was walking up to my front door and saw some whiteness on my shorts. It was the oddest thing - I look further and it was soap suds. No kidding - soap suds. They had formed on my shorts in the area where my legs meet my pelvis - the place where the 'agitation' happens while running.
I took all of my running gear and ran a load with no soap and double rinsed. Then I did it again. There was no soap yesterday, but that was just 5 miles. I do 8 tomorrow, so I will check again, Friday is only 5. Sunday's 16 again will be the real test.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Looks Like I May Have All the Ducks in a Row!
All things just may be in place so that my dad can start golfing again and my mom will be well cared for while he does that. For many reasons, my dad quit golfing a few years back - he was worried about leaving my mom alone, he wasn't feeling well, some of which I say came from resisting that my mom has Alzheimer's and he was mad about how his life was turning out. He is starting to accept all of what goes along with my mom's condition. He is also starting to buy the fact that he can use some respite and allowing it does not diminish him as a man.
Alice will be spending 4 hours a week with my mom.
I think she just be my newest angel.
On the running front:
Today was the first time I ran where my legs were weird the whole run. Weird like having places that talked to me.
Today was the first day that people really spoke to me - especially before I spoke to them. I got to tell 4 people I was training for the NYC Marathon to raise awareness and money for Alzheimer's research. It was very cool. This one guy drove his golf cart next to me as we chatted about it.
I was scheduled for 5 miles today and I got a little bit too far away from home.
5.52 miles
52:00 minutes
9'24"/mile
Alice will be spending 4 hours a week with my mom.
I think she just be my newest angel.
On the running front:
Today was the first time I ran where my legs were weird the whole run. Weird like having places that talked to me.
Today was the first day that people really spoke to me - especially before I spoke to them. I got to tell 4 people I was training for the NYC Marathon to raise awareness and money for Alzheimer's research. It was very cool. This one guy drove his golf cart next to me as we chatted about it.
I was scheduled for 5 miles today and I got a little bit too far away from home.
5.52 miles
52:00 minutes
9'24"/mile
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