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  1. It's a week later and I'm still fighting the good fight. And I will admit feeling really sorry for myself for a little while this morning. The "this is never going to heal, it's going to hurt forever, I am never going to run again" sort of sorry for myself. Sigh. I've learned that the only thing that really mitigates the pain is very supportive shoes and the brace. Even then it hurts some. If I omit one or the other, though, it hurts a lot. Like when I had plantar fascia, I've started wearing my shoes All. The. Time. What I don't know is whether I am improving or not. There are immense daily variations. Last night I would have told you for certain that it was NOT getting better and in fact was much worse. ... And then I realized that I had made a terrible shoe choice that morning, had not had any ibuprofen all day, and had not used ice in 24 hours. If I had done that three weeks ago, I wouldn't have survived the day. The exercises are not necessarily getting easier very quickly. But maybe they are very slowly. Still, it's immensely frustrating. Next week I have an appointment to start the process to make orthotics for my running shoes. I don't know a darned thing about orthotics, so will have to do some research. Anyone here have any advice? And on a good news note, DH has finally recovered enough from his plantar fascia that he was able to go on a three mile run-walk yesterday. For him, that's not much. But it's been two months since the last time he ran more than a few steps at all, so this is a really big deal. I may be cheering him on at the half-marathon rather than running it myself. We'll see! ThyPeace, not giving up hope, but it's less than three months away now. Seems like running it may be hard.
  2. The places where I'd watch carefully are after your longest runs of the week, when you need to make sure you have had enough carbs to rebuild your glycogen stores. If you've done this three times before, I am sure you know more than I do about dragging around with no energy because you have no energy! Lots of folks will say that becoming fat adapted means that you still have to go through that, to which I say phooey. You can Whole30 and still get enough carbs to do distance training. It does take thought, though. Sweet potatoes and other root vegetables are good friends. I'd also make sure that you have a steady stream of protein at every meal. It's part of the template, and it's another area where, as a long distance runner, you may find that the change in diet makes a difference. Not enough protein will make your body repair itself more slowly, leading to a different kind of "I can't function" than the above glycogen mess. And if this is your first time without gels and electrolytes, do make sure to try it all out as soon as you can. Dates rolled in salt and potassium chloride if you are a salty sweater, for example, can really be good to know about long before the race itself. ThyPeace, and now I am completely out of knowledge about fueling and hydrating for distances.
  3. I'm very very capable of sloth. It looks like 40 pounds more weight, pre-diabetes, metabolic syndrome, and inability to do basic things like climb stairs without wheezing. I've been there and done that and would rather not go back. And @jomomo, yes, exactly. Speeding up the healing process just isn't working. The last month has been just flat annoying. I've started physical therapy and really started to feel better for a few days. They gave me some exercises to do at home -- four-way ankle work and standing on one foot. It's amazing how hard that can be when you're injured, but after a few days, it started to feel pretty easy. And then I went to the second physical therapy appointment. I was feeling good and they worked me pretty hard. By far the hardest thing was doing twenty squats on a Bosu Ball: https://corestrengthblog.com/2013/04/30/bosu-ball-squats/ My ankle was in enough pain after that that I told the physical therapist about it. She worked on massaging it some and then we did some more exercises. I declined the offer of ice afterward because I was late picking up DD and I felt okay by then. The next morning, and since then, I've been pretty sore. Frustrating. I did learn something that @artfossil may yell at me for -- I carefully tried out my bike and was delighted to learn that my strength work in the last year has me to the point where I can ride without tweaking my back. Yay! My first ride was all of 20 minutes and I waited 48 hours before I decided I hadn't hurt myself. Then I did a 25 minute ride, again without pain, and then 45 minutes, and then an hour. Interestingly, the very light repetitive motion also seems to help my ankle. My theory is that it increases blood flow to the injured area, thereby improving healing. So, some good, some bad, some ugly. I'll be walking the 5k that I was planning to do with my daughter this weekend. The doc says that I can run when I am completely pain free. And we had a very interesting conversation about my goal race -- the 5k when I'm 100. I asked if he wanted to be on my team, and he glanced at my chart and said, "I'm going to be 103 when you run that race. I think you need a team forty years younger than you are." It made me really stop and think about how much planning and work and foresight it's going to take to get that goal race done. ThyPeace, I think I really do need a team.
  4. This is a problem I wouldn't mind having, I must admit. More seriously, if you feel good and your performance stays the same or better, I wouldn't worry about it. If you notice that you have lost more weight than you wanted to or your performance starts to suffer, then I'd look more closely. ThyPeace, if your body says it has enough fuel, it's okay to believe it.
  5. @ArtFossil, you are reminding me of my mom. This is not a bad thing! It just is frustrating to be inactive when I have worked so hard to rise up out of sloth. I'll go for my 1.5 mile walk this evening and be happy. (And do some pushups...) ThyPeace, incorrigible. And yes, grateful that I'm allowed to walk around.
  6. I've been a way for ten whole days, I see. Last Friday was the final exam for the last class in a certification I've been working on (now I can claim to know something about facilities management), so I spent much of last week studying rather than spending any time on forums like this one. And just as I was finishing studying last Thursday night, we got the news that a close friend's husband would be taken off of life support the following day. Obviously we'd known for several days that things looked bad, but it was still not a good evening. So Friday I got up and went for a walk at 5:50am, finished studying, started packing, took the test at 8am, went to work, finished up everything I needed to do there, left work around 2pm, came home and finished packing, drove through Memorial Day traffic to the airport, was on a flight at 5:15pm, and by 8pm was sitting vigil (pretty much just like a wake or, if you've never been to one of those, imagine a potluck with lots of food, beer, wine, singing, drumming, and a dead guy at the far end of the garage) with our friend. I'm glad we went -- her close-by friends and family were completely exhausted and all needed time to be with their own families. Though we could do very little, giving everyone else the next evening to take care of themselves while we took our friend out for dinner, drove her back to her place, and then did an hour of straightening up and laundry, was probably quite well timed. Somewhere along the way, there was a post that got lost. Sorry, @ArtFossil, I intended to respond to you much sooner. In any case, thanks for sharing your running history. I completely understand about choosing not to run -- I've done that most of my life, in fact! I just have found that there are times and places when the running seems to work better. I was a swimmer when I was a kid and have plenty of joint damage to go with that (shoulders and knees), and biking tends to cause my back to spasm around the instability point that was once a major herniation. So walking and running usually work best. Anyway, over that few days when there was no time for working out, there was also far too much pain in my ankle. It got bad standing in line for the plane on Friday evening and progressed to misery during all the standing during the memorial rituals and things on Saturday. I ended up icing it in the car and then again at our friend's house in the evening. By the end of all that, it just felt -wrong- somehow, and I started to worry more about a stress fracture than I had before. But there wasn't much to do about it, so I hobbled on through the return flight and travel with ice and a limp. Yesterday (Memorial Day), I wore different shoes and was out and about doing yard work for various parts of the day. Somewhere in the process there was a little grinding pop in my ankle and it went back to just hurting instead of feeling -wrong-. I'm guessing maybe one of the bones in my ankle or foot had gotten misaligned -- it felt very similar to when my back gets out of alignment. Not nearly as bad as when it happens in my back (in my back it causes all the muscles around it to spasm) but similar. This morning it was sore but not impossibly so, and I took myself out on a hopeful walk. Definitely no running, but walking was possible and no worse than standing or sitting. Well, maybe a little worse than sitting. In any case, it was in that condition that I finally got to see the ankle doctor. The encounter went exactly as I expected it to -- an xray to rule out a stress fracture (nothing showed up with a careful manual examination of my ankle either), and a diagnosis of posterior tibialis tendon tendonitis. The prescription is as follows: Wear a brace at all times except sleeping and bathing Ice twice a day Ibuprofen at morning and evening meals Physical therapy Absolutely no running. And no long walks. I negotiated for short walks and was allowed 1.5 miles. Stationary bike and swimming are allowed. Which is nice but I don't have access to either one at the moment... oh wait. There's a bike at my office that I could maybe use. Hmmm. I'll have to figure out how I can do that. Absolutely no running. None. We'll talk again when I see you in two weeks. And yes, he really did repeat the injunction against running. Apparently he's worked with people like me before. Unfortunately, the first available PT evaluations were at a time I can't go, and the next ones that are available are a week from Thursday. So that's when I'm going in, and they'll call me if anything opens up since my office is very close to them. In the meantime, I guess maybe I'll see what I can do to build strength. Nike Training Club workouts, maybe, if I skip everything that has footwork. Sigh. Frustrating. ThyPeace, the doc sounded really surprised when I told him my goal was a 5k when I'm 100 years old. Guess he doesn't hear that one very often.
  7. It's Monday, still no running. My ankle still aches. I've been doing more reading on the Internet and none of it is encouraging. I think I have injured my tibialis posterior tendon. And if so, the Interwebs say I need to consult a doctor or risk permanent damage. Yay. So now I guess I need to call my doctor's office and find an orthopedic guy who specializes in ankles. Because in my area, they specialize that far. ThyPeace, pretty sure I know what practice I'll end up at. They're a few blocks from my office. I would usually walk it, in fact. Sigh.
  8. It's Wednesday. I did not do sprints yesterday, but I did run. Based on how my ankle feels now, it probably wasn't a good choice to run, though it didn't hurt at the time. So I'm going to try to walk the rest of this week. Sunday is a trip to Hershey Park with DD's youth group, so no long run this week. That's probably a good idea. I'm going to refer to the "after increasing distance for three weeks, reduce the mileage for a week" advice that I read in one of my running books and claim that I planned this all along. Sigh. I hope that's long enough to heal. And in other news, I need to re-restart my Whole30. I made it to Saturday and then the Mother's Day treats started arriving. ThyPeace, glum. The entire goal is NOT to get injured.
  9. That sounds like a good pre and post workout meal! Thanks for this discussion -- it's been helpful to my experimenting with fuel, too. ThyPeace, just realized I forgot something in my most recent giant post...
  10. This is going to be another long post. You've been warned. Not that there's anyone actually reading, but hey, it brightens my day to write, so I'm going to assume there's a tremendous audience of interested readers out there. Okay. So that last update had almost nothing to do with learning to run. Sorry about that. Last Friday was a nice little run. I'd walked with DH on Thursday, so in spite of being tired from the homework marathons (DD had two more that week, the poor thing), my legs were pretty fresh. I'd been thinking about the run-walk ratio of my workouts, and decided that it would be a good idea to try to run some very steady distances as well as doing faster runs with alternating walks. It took a lot to slow down enough to be able to run the whole time on Friday, but I did it. And felt pretty refreshed at the end, actually. I walked with DH partway to the subway later in the morning just for the fun of it -- and because we were seeing Guardians of the Galaxy in the evening, so I knew there would be no walking then. Saturday, in prep for a long run and because it was rainy, I did almost nothing. It was delightful, though I didn't get enough sleep. I have a feeling that was from lack of carbs the previous few days. "Tiger blood" is great when you want it, but the lack of sleep that goes with it can be a pain sometimes. Now, for a bit of the "Learning how to run" stuff. For my long run on Sunday, I did some prep on Saturday. I planned to go about a mile further than the previous week and start testing hydration and fueling options. I had read that one should have fuel for any run longer than about 1:15, and I'm doing double that at this point. I also knew, from the end of the run last week, that I was both out of fuel and dehydrated by the time I was done. I did some research online and learned (unsurprisingly) that every hydration option has its own proponents. I also learned that the CamelBak-type backpacks are usually for runs longer than I'm planning to do right now, so I eliminated that choice. We stopped at the running store on Saturday afternoon and I tested all their solutions for carrying stuff. Nathan products are quite nice. I tried their vests, belts, and hand-held bottles, and ended up with this: https://www.nathansports.com/peak-hydration-waist-pak-4873n-1. The diagonal slant of the bottle makes it easy to take out while moving. Even better, its placement is right in the small of the back where I have been carrying my ancient flip phone ever since I started running. It feels pretty much exactly like having my phone and a jacket tied around my waist, which is something I've been doing for ever. I put plain water in the bottle -- hydration done. There are two water fountains on the trail, so I figured I wouldn't need to actually refill the water bottle until the second one, which is at about the halfway point for my run. For fuel, I rolled five dates in a mixture of sodium and potassium chloride, which I have been adding to my water when I get home for some time. Actually, I just dumped the salts in the bag and rolled the dates around in it, so there was extra salt in the bottom just in case. I was glad I'd done that. I also added some unsweetened baking chocolate pieces, just to see what they'd do. I had all of that stuff ready to go on Saturday evening, and also set up the coffee pot so I could try the coffee-an-hour-before thing. Sure enough, it cleared me out nicely. Next time I just need to remember to dump out the old coffee so that the pot doesn't overflow. That created a bit of a delay in getting out the door, as did DH pulling me back down to cuddle for a half hour longer. Not that I object to cuddling! I just nearly didn't get up again to actually run. So... an hour later than I'd intended, out the door I went. Nice day for a run -- 60 degrees, sunny, just a light breeze. I walked for the first half mile as always, and then started running. I noticed that I felt good. So I kept running. At 15 minutes of running, I forced myself to talk a two minute walk break, then ran again. I did that five times total, with the walk breaks varying depending on how I felt and what else I was doing. The first one, I just walked. The second one, it being 30 minutes into the run, I had water, a salted date, and a piece of chocolate. (I'd read that was about where I needed to start fueling.) It tasted great! It took a bit for the whole thing to settle in my stomach; I think I drank a little too much water. Sip, not gulp.... The third time, I stopped at the port-a-potty (note to self, coffee is a liquid). That's also where the first water fountain is. And wait a minute, it's not working! Doh. This is going to be a problem if the second one is also not working. In the meantime, I had a drink. And a bit of the salts on my finger, because you know what? SALT. After that, I don't recall exactly what I did, but I had a few sips of water every time I walked and had a date every other time. Because I was running a lot, I noticed that it hurts to run. Specifically, oh my aching right hip! This happened at the 10k as well, and I have since been practicing running in a way that doesn't hurt. Basically, that means pushing first my chest and then my hips forward and staying that way. I tend to lose concentration and hunch over when I'm not thinking about it, though, and then it hurts again. I probably should have slowed down early in my run yesterday so that I could get that right. It was a day when I really had a hard time going slowly. And in fact, for some of those 15-minute runs, I was playing with for-me-fast paces. Not actually fast, mind you, but trying really hard to focus on "easy" rather than "slow," because some of the faster running isn't actually all that hard any more. For short distances, anyway. I should play with that more on my shorter runs... Anyway, I eventually remembered how to run so as not to hurt my hip. And I noticed that if I paused to stretch, things felt a whole lot better too. So for the last two hours or so, I stopped maybe four times to stretch my hamstrings, calves, and hips. I tried not to stretch my Achilles much, as I know that'll lead to soreness afterwards. With all that, I didn't get tired nearly as early as I usually do. Instead of it being around mile 7 or 8, I would say I was feeling it more like mile 10.5. By then, my feet were hurting, and the rest of me was pretty wiped out. I was also out of dates and wishing for more, so I think a little more fuel might have helped. I know for sure, though, that the water (slow sips, not gulps), salt, and dates helped. The chocolate? Meh, probably not. It tasted okay, but I think I agree with the general idea that it isn't what I need for a run of this length. I was craving protein by the end, but I'm not sure how that would sit in my stomach. Maybe next time I'll try a couple of boiled eggs instead of the chocolate. I'm resisting pureed sweet potato and things like that because pureed foods tend to mess with my digestion some. Edited to add: After the run, I had several ounces of chicken and, though I'd intended something else, DH had bought a bag of cherries as a Mother's Day treat. I had those. They were fantastic. Had a regular lunch about an hour after that, and felt fine in terms of food the rest of the day. Even though my FitBit says I burned 1,500 calories. Which seems unlikely, but who knows. So.... after all that (yes, this is another too long post), I was out for 2:39 and went 11.6 miles. That's a pace of 13:42, so almost exactly the same as the pace last week. Hmmm. That really doesn't make sense. Oh, wait. I blew it on my pace calculation last week. Not sure how, but last week it was 14:22, not 13:39. So this week was indeed faster, which is what it felt like. By the end, though, I was staggeringly tired, about like I was last week. And because I was going faster and the dehydration and lack of fuel weren't limiting me, I also get to learn what the next limits are. I need to think harder about my shoes and socks, because I have blisters in a couple of places (someone suggested turning socks inside out, which will definitely help with one of the blisters) and my left ankle is swollen on the inside, just behind the ankle bone. From my Googling, it appears that there is a tendon there that didn't like the the increased distances I've been doing. Or possibly it doesn't like the new shoes. I hobbled around a lot yesterday afternoon. I woke up at 4am with aching everywhere -- just a little from the ankle, a lot more from my right knee and hip. Aching enough that for the first time, I got up and took ibuprofen. This morning, I walked and thought about running, but since there was still ibuprofen in my system, I decided not to, in case I was genuinely injured rather than just sore. After it wore off, I didn't return to the same level of sore, which is encouraging. My ankle is still swollen, though. I think this means that I am going to stay at this distance for a few weeks and try to build stamina. I may also try using my old shoes and see if that helps my ankle. Sigh. I really thought I'd found a good shoe solution. I may have to take my shoes and feet back to the running shoe store and hand myself over to the more experienced buyers to see what they can figure out. ThyPeace, if I were crazy, which I may be, I'd do some sprints on a track tomorrow. You know. Just to see how fast I can actually go. Even if I am crazy, though, I won't have time in the morning to get to a measured track. So that will have to wait for some other crazy time.
  11. A quick midweek update. This week's recovery has been almost as hard as recovering from the 10k. I wasn't as sore, true, but still sore. And the tiredness and hunger were very similar. I walked more than I ran on Monday, ran more than I walked yesterday, and this morning had to cut the whole thing short by a mile because of a late start to the day. Still, I think I'm doing okay. I am moving consistently. And still not getting much strength work. Nonetheless, I feel stronger than I did a few months ago, so go figure. I have also been very busy because of a combination of things that have come together to create a bit of a complicated week for DD. Last week, her brother (my ex's child) turned out to have lice. He has long hair and was thoroughly infested. So when DD when back to their house, she of course immediately got lice. My ex spend 7 hours on a Friday treating all of them and their stuff. I've been the treater on more than one occasion (lice are endemic in the local schools, so every family deals with it), and it is not any fun at all. DD's hair is as long as it's ever been, too, making the whole thing harder. My hair is also long, so I had to be checked as well. Luckily, none on my head, though it itches every time I think about it. In addition, it was the weekend for the school musical. DD was not in it, but wanted to see it every night. She missed it on lice treatment night, but saw it on Thursday evening and Saturday afternoon. All this is important because the end of 8th grade is also "pile on the work so you know what high school feels like!" time. She was supposed to present her debate on May 4, but her English teacher had a brain anyeurism (yes, really) and that delayed things significantly. It ended up being a week later. And the math assessment was last Thursday. She didn't finish it in class, didn't mention it on Thursday, and then blew it off ("But Mama, they said on announcements that it was a no homework weekend!") until Monday. Then there was the science teacher, who was out sick much of last week and so the science materials didn't get presented on time but the test was still scheduled for Wednesday, so finish up the study packet, please. And the history teacher? Out last week because of Outdoor Education with the 6th graders. So the essay on the start of the Civil War was also delayed and ended up due... Tuesday. So once she finished spending her weekend relaxing, there was an enormous amount of work to do. And on top of that, she's in the middle of a puberty growth spurt and her ADHD med levels are totally out of whack. To say that it has been a tough couple of days is an understatement. And because of the school she goes to, parental involvement is not only expected, but basically required to get stuff done. At least with my kid; I'm sure there is a minority who can handle all this stuff on their own. In any case, she was up -- and I was helping -- with homework until after 10pm on Monday night (bedtime is usually 9:30). That night she fell asleep with her clothes on and her teeth unbrushed, though I did braid her hair and make her take her night time (migraine prevention) meds. Tuesday night she was up until 11:15; I made her take a much-needed shower. By then, all the homework was done except a page of math that I hope took five minutes in study hall. She worked really hard. And -- she has now really gotten into the jogging after school thing because she wants to beat me at step counts. So both days her breaks were time to run around the "block," which is about a half mile. Yesterday she went four times. I just grinned. Lots of steps and even better, lots of exercise. Today I ordered her the new FitBit. (She decided coral was a fine color rather than rose gold.) I'm not so happy that she spent the weekend not working on stuff and that she never mentioned the struggle with the math assessment until Monday. But I'm pleased with how hard she worked to get it all done once she knew she had to. ThyPeace, and yes, we are adjusting the meds in the middle of all this.
  12. Started this on Sunday, so "yesterday" is Saturday: Ooookay. So yesterday I didn't run, but I did walk quite a bit. StepBet and all, and though I usually plan the last day of the StepBet week as a rest, in this case I messed up a day early in the week and didn't reach my goal by all of 200 steps. (My FitBit was counting a manual entry that I didn't realize was there, but StepBet only uses actually-counted steps.) So yesterday I needed to get more steps than a rest day. I still wanted it to be low-key, though, so I just did extra walking at various times throughout the day. The longest one was the walk back home from Starbucks holding a cup of coffee; obviously not a strenuous workout, though I seem to walk faster than many people these days. Much of the rest of the day was things like grocery shopping and going to the musical at DD's middle school. She has lots of friends who are in the show and wanted to see them all. Got a decent night's sleep and then got up pretty early (for a Sunday) today. I was out to start my run by 8:15. There was an 8k race near my house today, so I saw those runners. DH and I had talked about running it, but I really wanted the slower, easier pace of my own stuff. The 10k two weeks ago was plenty of racing for me for the moment. So I walked along and watched the runners who passed me. Some of them were really fast. Many of them after that didn't look fast, but were still running faster than I can run. When I got to my usual spot to transition to running, there was an older man next to me, and I paced him for a bit. Turns out he was faster than me, too, and I let him go on at his own pace. I turned off from their course soon enough anyway, only to cross it a block or so further along. Once I'd done that, I was free and clear and running with only the usual collection of other runners, dog walkers, people with kids, and occasional bikers. It takes a long time to go ten miles when you move at my pace. (13:39 today, alternating running and walking as usual.) A really long time. You have time to look at things. There's a cherry tree on the bank of the creek that parallels the path. When I first ran along there, it was a dark octopus, all twisted old branches hanging over the water brooding, waiting. The very next time I went by, it was bathed in white blossoms. Still ancient and mysterious, but oh so beautiful. This time, it was full of green new leaves, a cheerful, whimsical state for a tree of any age. And such was much of the day. There was the old man with the frightened, aggressive German Shepherd. He was a strong owner and managed things well, but I could see the worry in his eyes. He did not want his dog doing damage and there was too risk for his likes. And there was mud, of course. It's rained a lot in the last few days and the mud is everywhere. Particularly under the underpasses. I met a woman with two kids in a jogging stroller going the other way in one of them. I climbed up onto the stone ledge and walked along and left her the driest -- not very dry -- part of the path. Some short eternity later, perhaps an hour, I was still running. And walking, of course. I passed a new pond that I'd only seen once before. There was a turtle on a log last week. This week there were three of them in various spots. I came to a fork where, the previous week, DH and I had debated the correct path. I tried the other way this time and learned that yes, the path we want to take does cross that fork. It's just up on a train trellis about 40 feet above where I was. So I ran back the other way. I have to admit that that was kind of the end of my energy. I kept going, of course, but not nearly as fast nor structured. I kept finding myself walking and would pick up running again, only to find myself walking some more. This was at about mile 7.5, which was the distance I had been doing regularly before the 10k, so I guess it's not too much of a surprise. I wasn't thirsty -- it was relatively cool here today, and there are two water fountains on the path. I took advantage of both of them, though I didn't really feel as though I needed the second drink. That was five miles from the end, though, so I knew I'd best get something to drink while I could. And it reminds me again that as it gets hotter, I'm going to have to start carrying water if I keep these distances. Here's where I started typing again on Monday. Now "yesterday" is Sunday. But after that detour, I just started dragging. I walked a lot more. There was an uphill area where I walked almost the whole way, and then an odd jog that has no reason except following the half marathon course. I did it, but without enthusiasm. And the rest of the path on that long, straight trainbed, I alternated walking with a painful run that really made me notice how sore my feet had gotten. I eventually even put my jacket back on, the one that had been tied around my waist for more than an hour, because I wasn't generating enough heat to leave it off. But I kept going. I have to admit that I'm not sure I was running entirely straight by then. I had been hungry an hour before. By this time, I didn't feel hunger any more. Just incredibly tired. And my feet hurt. Eventually, after what felt like forever and was probably 20 minutes, I made it into the little park that will eventually be the end of the race. There is a Papa John's that is literally right where I think the finish line will be. I texted DH and told him that on race day, if I finish, I am totally having pizza. A lot of it. That's sometime in the future, though. On Sunday, I just kept going. The last mile or so, from the finish line to home, I just existed through. Ran, walked, ran, walked. Picked up a little as I turned into my neighborhood, then just staggered home. There was nothing pretty about the last third of that run. Nothing graceful or nice or anything. It was sheer just-keep-moving. Climbing the stairs to the house took all the energy I had left. And then I walked into the house. Did I mention I'd been getting texts? Oh yes, various ones. See, DD was supposed to have a group over from her youth group that morning, and they were supposed to start at 11. So DD had made Rice Krispies treats and lit a bunch of candles, and DH had vacuumed and swept. They were all set... and then they found out it was cancelled. When I walked in 5 minutes later, DD was standing with a plate, a Rice Krispies treat on it, smiling at me. "Mama, the group is cancelled. Do you want a Rice Krispies treat?" I gotta tell you, even if this had been my most important Whole30 ever (whatever that is), I would have broken it for that. She must have been so disappointed that her friends weren't coming over, and yet she didn't show any of it and instead was offering me a treat. I love that kid. And the Rice Krispies treat? She made them, but I added the vanilla. They were excellent. I loved every bite. ThyPeace, I had two.
  13. I am one who loves a lot of fruit as well. I understand the desire and the benefits of fruit, and I still eat a lot of it. However, I have learned that to really satisfy what my body is looking for, I have to add protein. Take yesterday's epic (for me) 11 mile run. I was STARVING afterward. The fruit looked fantastic and I had some (and some non Whole30 stuff; going to have to start over, but that's a story for my own thread). What really got me to the point of not wandering around the kitchen looking at food, though, was the eggs, the cold burger straight from the fridge, the packet of tuna, and the steak at supper time. I definitely agree with Laura that thinking through the template meal will do you some good. ThyPeace, Yesterday was an eat-all-the-things day.
  14. Okay, let's go back to last Saturday and talk shoes. At the stride clinic I went to in February, the shoe specialist said that she would like to see me in a different shoe and a different size. So Saturday, now that we are past the 10k, I went to look at shoes. The Brooks Adrenaline was the shoe she'd recommended and was also the shoe the nice young man at the running shoe store recommended. For comparison's sake, he also had me try out a pair of the shoe I had been wearing in the size that they thought I should be in -- a 9D instead of an 8B. The new size felt better. The new shoe in the new size felt much better. So I bought it. It's the first shoe I've worn that feels... stable. I never even realized that I didn't feel stable before. But I ran in these shoes and knew I wasn't going to fall. Other shoes I've worn, I am always thinking about making sure that I didn't fall. In these new shoes, I had none of that sense. So I didn't wear them for the long run on Sunday; that seemed completely foolish. But I did wear them on Monday for all my trips back and forth. My feet didn't hurt any, exactly, but I felt as though I had used some muscles differently. My big toes, for example. Some parts of my feet. But the next day... It was Tuesday and I had run two days in a row. And I figured I'd wake up tired and in need of a rest day. But I didn't. I woke up a little tired, yes, but not very. And I went out and that was the point where I felt as though my body just wasn't going to let go of a run that day. So I ran. Specifically, after I warmed up, I did sprints Fast, walk, fast, walk, fast, walk... Over and over and over again. I only stopped because I had to get ready for work. And when I stopped, I was sure that I would be just destroyed the next day, probably limping so badly I'd barely be able to walk. So Wednesday? Nope. I got up, went out, and didn't have the energy to do sprints again, so I just alternated running and walking. But you know, I usually feel that way on Monday, not on Wednesday. Thursday, I walked with DH and had to struggle to get my steps in, but that's because I stayed at work until after 8pm and had a really hard time getting any steps in the evening. Managed it, though. This morning, it was pouring. I mean, really pouring. Like a hose pouring. So I looked up the indoor walking workouts that I've seen and did Leslie Sansone for 45 minutes. Barefoot. Jogging. That was not a great idea; my feet are sore now. Guess I'll keep wearing my new shoes! ThyPeace, ended up with a lot of steps today between that and taking hte subway downtown and then going to a memorial... and then walking to dinner.
  15. Okay, NOW I'm tired. Sleepy tired, need more shut-eye tired, please-let-me-have-a-nap tired. This may have to do with an increase in carbs. We'd had salad for supper the last three days in a row, and last night we had pork chops, baked potatoes, roasted sunchokes, apple-rhubarb sauce, and kale chips. A feast! And I suspect I have re-loaded any glycogen deficit I had, though I've actually lost weight since two days ago. But in any case. I could use a nap. Instead, I'll do a bit of writing. So I mentioned to DD that there is an upcoming women-only 5k where they give each runner a long-stem red rose at the end of the race. And she was all like, "OoooOOooooo." Yes, she is seriously a girly-girl. And that is a good thing, because the incentive of a rose is enough to get her to agree to do the 5k and, even better, to go jogging with me every afternoon that she's with me between now and then. Her stepdad on the other side (my ex's husband) is encouraging her to go jogging with him, too. So hey, exercise may be part of her world for a while. So yesterday we did our first round of jogging, all of 0.6 miles around the block. (It's not really a block, but close enough.) Regular jogging is not DD's style. Instead, imagine this guy's motions on a 14 year old girl running along our street. I really had to work to keep from laughing. And she moved amazingly quickly while she was doing it, though I have more stamina than she does. She used so much energy with all the flailing that she could only go for a hundred feet or so before stopping. And you know, that's okay. All exercise is good exercise. If she keeps doing a little running every day for six weeks, I'm happy. And then she realized that she should wear my old FitBit if she's running. She has worn it before, but not with any great regularity. So she pulled it out and charged it. And then, because it's a little ratty looking, she looked online and OMG, did you know there is now a pink FitBit Alta HR?? (Actually, I think "rose gold" is the fashionable way to say it.) She wants one with a passion only really seen in the young. And hey, I am not above bribery. So I said, "Would you be willing to keep jogging every day all summer if I helped you pay for the FitBit?" The answer was an instant yes. So I'm thinking about it. A hundred bucks is far less than I would pay for almost any class she would take, and the skills might actually do her more good. I'm still thinking about it, but even better than getting myself in shape is giving her the skills to keep herself in shape her whole life. At fourteen, she can gain far more from it than I can at 49 (and I can gain a lot)! So, that's DD's new running regimen. Looks like shoes and this week's runs are going to have to wait for tomorrow. ThyPeace, other activities (like getting 4,000 more steps) call.