Monday:
In case you missed it last week, I am so excited to report that I have elite entry to the Tobacco Road Marathon! I am super excited about the race but also super nervous. Between the ankle and the what we are now assuming was the flu and maybe bronchitis I am just unsure how it will go. It will be so fun to stay with my friend Yael.
No running today as I work on getting the ankle better but I did go to yoga at noon and got a weight workout done.
Tuesday:
My alarm went off at 5:30 am and I turned it off. My alarm went off at 6am and I turned it off. At 6:30am I finally got out of bed. I had a cup of coffee and decided to get myself out the door for a run. I knew I was going o be cutting it close, but I also knew I would feel better if I got my run done this morning instead of waiting. I get my watch off the charger and the screen is totally blank. When I put it on the charger it was 50 percent charged and now it’s dead? This watch is really starting to get on my nerves. I don't need it except to know what time it is so I can get back to get ready for work. I am low on time and not sure what pace I am going to run so this is a little dicey. I run 5 miles with no pain in my ankle. I have 20 minutes to get ready when I get home. Plenty of time. I did end up running a bit late so I threw some fruit and Kind bar in my bag for lunch. I get out the door only to find my car is covered in a sheet of ice. WTF? I turn on the defrost and Norm comes to scrape ice of windshield. Then there is an accident a few blocks form my house on Central that slows traffic down. Luckily I managed to only be about 5 minutes late.
My ankle didn't hurt during my run, but it does feel a bit sore off and on the rest of the day.
Wednesday:
Charlie told me to only run every other day so I am not running today. I was planning to go to yoga, but wasn’t feeling great when I got home so decided to rest. Whatever sickness I had is a stage 5 clinger and doesn't seem to want to go away. I am still taking cold medicine most nights to help dry up all the gunk and get some sleep. Coughing all night is not super restful.
Thursday:
It’s a running day. I was pretty much alone. It’s cold and rainy out. But I think it’s perfect. I actually love running in a light rain. 6 miles done no problem and I even ran a bit faster today without much issue, unless I stop. Every time I stop I end up having a coughing fit.
Friday:
No running, no yoga.
Saturday:
I wanted to run 15 miles, but only made it 10 because of my ankle. Because I was running pretty early on a Saturday morning I took roads that I wouldn’t normally take. By the time I got to Granada at mile 6 my ankle was hurting a little. I didn't want to make it worse so I headed home on the canal. My ankle felt better running on the packed dirt of the canal so I am thinking that the hard surface of the road was the problem. (Charlie later tells me that this isn't likely.) I ran 6 miles twice during the week with no problems so why would it bother me today? I did get a good weight session in so I feel okay about the day, but I am anxious to get back to training. Chest was hurting when I started, but I felt better after a bit. But I was still getting the coughing fits when I stop running.
Sunday:
It’s a no running day, but I did go to yoga. A girl I have seen a class a handful of times put her mat next to me. She kept tying to make conversation. I just wasn’t in the mood. But she kept at it. Right before class started she said. “ I have seen you here before and you look so strong. Do you think I could ever be strong like you?” I really only had time to say yes, of course you can before class started.
After class I stop her and tell her I was thinking about what she said during class. We talk about defining strength for yourself and taking small steps. We talk about doing things that scare you. We talked about being a strong woman as a role model for our children. We had a really great talk. And when she was leaving she called out from across the studio, “goodbye friend.” I feel bad for being an ass and I am glad that she kept trying to talk to me.
I also can't remember working that hard in a yoga class! If someone tells you that you look strong right before class starts you can't really phone it in after that.
Monday:
Last day teaching all day! The plan was to come home from like 4pm to 5pm and then go to yoga at 6pm. But I didn't. I just had zero motivation and I could not talk myself into it. I think not having a race plan is leaving me a bit unfocused. Yes, I have a marathon in 3 weeks, but skipping this one day isn't going to make a difference and there isn't much I can do in 3 weeks that is going to make a huge difference. It feels like the training is done and now I just have to keep steady and cruise into race day. With being sick and having a hurt ankle my mileage is pretty low so if I run 8 miles this week, it will be huge. Like said, it was hard to convince myself that I shouldn’t miss this one day. If I don't even want to go to yoga I figure that maybe I should listen to my body and rest. I want to train hard, but I also want to avoid burn out so maybe laying in bed with my dog and watching Broadchurch is an okay thing to do today.
Tuesday:
Of course I started my period. The exhaustion and lack of motivation should have been a clue. I started teaching a new class at the community college today. It’s a hybrid class, so part online and part in person. I like teaching at 9:30 because I can get in a run before work. I left at 6:30 and got 10 miles done with plenty of time to have coffee and get dressed for work. I tried to run a speed work but my lungs were having none of it. 4 miles in to the fast running I was wheezing pretty bad. But my ankle felt great. I did have to eat breakfast in the car on the way to work.
After class I came home and get a weight workout done, changed into work clothes and ate lunch in the car on the way to the kindergarten. After work, headed to yoga. Ate a Larabar in the car on the way to yoga. There seems to be a pattern developing here.
Wednesday:
I wanted to get some miles done on the trail before I go to see Charlie. I ran 6 easy miles on the trail. No ankle pain. I could feel it sometimes, but wondered if I was imagining it.
Charlie checked out my ankle. He did a little work on it and gave me some exercises to do. I learned that your big toe should move independently. Who knew? It also practically requires Jedi mind tricks to get mine to move independently so I have to practice that.
Thursday:
Speed work went a lot better today. I gave myself a nice long warm up before staring my progression run. I also let my start an easy fast pace. I really wanted to get under a 6 min mile for the last mile, but I missed it. That was hard!
Off to the college. I really like this class. They have good energy. I only have one kid that’s a problem. On Tuesday he texted through my whole class. Today he came in and left one ear bud in and was watching something on his phone the whole time. I hate having to deal with this kind of crap. I don't make my students put there phones away because I have a lot of students with kids and I honestly I don't mind if you need to shoot off a quick message to someone. But it really bugs me if you aren't paying attention at all. And what’s worse is it is almost always the student athletes that are the problem. As an athlete this really makes me mad. These kids don't do their part in the classroom and then want me to give them a good report on their check in sheets that go to the coaches.
In case you missed it last week, I am so excited to report that I have elite entry to the Tobacco Road Marathon! I am super excited about the race but also super nervous. Between the ankle and the what we are now assuming was the flu and maybe bronchitis I am just unsure how it will go. It will be so fun to stay with my friend Yael.
No running today as I work on getting the ankle better but I did go to yoga at noon and got a weight workout done.
Tuesday:
My alarm went off at 5:30 am and I turned it off. My alarm went off at 6am and I turned it off. At 6:30am I finally got out of bed. I had a cup of coffee and decided to get myself out the door for a run. I knew I was going o be cutting it close, but I also knew I would feel better if I got my run done this morning instead of waiting. I get my watch off the charger and the screen is totally blank. When I put it on the charger it was 50 percent charged and now it’s dead? This watch is really starting to get on my nerves. I don't need it except to know what time it is so I can get back to get ready for work. I am low on time and not sure what pace I am going to run so this is a little dicey. I run 5 miles with no pain in my ankle. I have 20 minutes to get ready when I get home. Plenty of time. I did end up running a bit late so I threw some fruit and Kind bar in my bag for lunch. I get out the door only to find my car is covered in a sheet of ice. WTF? I turn on the defrost and Norm comes to scrape ice of windshield. Then there is an accident a few blocks form my house on Central that slows traffic down. Luckily I managed to only be about 5 minutes late.
My ankle didn't hurt during my run, but it does feel a bit sore off and on the rest of the day.
Wednesday:
Charlie told me to only run every other day so I am not running today. I was planning to go to yoga, but wasn’t feeling great when I got home so decided to rest. Whatever sickness I had is a stage 5 clinger and doesn't seem to want to go away. I am still taking cold medicine most nights to help dry up all the gunk and get some sleep. Coughing all night is not super restful.
Thursday:
It’s a running day. I was pretty much alone. It’s cold and rainy out. But I think it’s perfect. I actually love running in a light rain. 6 miles done no problem and I even ran a bit faster today without much issue, unless I stop. Every time I stop I end up having a coughing fit.
Friday:
No running, no yoga.
Saturday:
I wanted to run 15 miles, but only made it 10 because of my ankle. Because I was running pretty early on a Saturday morning I took roads that I wouldn’t normally take. By the time I got to Granada at mile 6 my ankle was hurting a little. I didn't want to make it worse so I headed home on the canal. My ankle felt better running on the packed dirt of the canal so I am thinking that the hard surface of the road was the problem. (Charlie later tells me that this isn't likely.) I ran 6 miles twice during the week with no problems so why would it bother me today? I did get a good weight session in so I feel okay about the day, but I am anxious to get back to training. Chest was hurting when I started, but I felt better after a bit. But I was still getting the coughing fits when I stop running.
Sunday:
It’s a no running day, but I did go to yoga. A girl I have seen a class a handful of times put her mat next to me. She kept tying to make conversation. I just wasn’t in the mood. But she kept at it. Right before class started she said. “ I have seen you here before and you look so strong. Do you think I could ever be strong like you?” I really only had time to say yes, of course you can before class started.
After class I stop her and tell her I was thinking about what she said during class. We talk about defining strength for yourself and taking small steps. We talk about doing things that scare you. We talked about being a strong woman as a role model for our children. We had a really great talk. And when she was leaving she called out from across the studio, “goodbye friend.” I feel bad for being an ass and I am glad that she kept trying to talk to me.
I also can't remember working that hard in a yoga class! If someone tells you that you look strong right before class starts you can't really phone it in after that.
Monday:
Last day teaching all day! The plan was to come home from like 4pm to 5pm and then go to yoga at 6pm. But I didn't. I just had zero motivation and I could not talk myself into it. I think not having a race plan is leaving me a bit unfocused. Yes, I have a marathon in 3 weeks, but skipping this one day isn't going to make a difference and there isn't much I can do in 3 weeks that is going to make a huge difference. It feels like the training is done and now I just have to keep steady and cruise into race day. With being sick and having a hurt ankle my mileage is pretty low so if I run 8 miles this week, it will be huge. Like said, it was hard to convince myself that I shouldn’t miss this one day. If I don't even want to go to yoga I figure that maybe I should listen to my body and rest. I want to train hard, but I also want to avoid burn out so maybe laying in bed with my dog and watching Broadchurch is an okay thing to do today.
Tuesday:
Of course I started my period. The exhaustion and lack of motivation should have been a clue. I started teaching a new class at the community college today. It’s a hybrid class, so part online and part in person. I like teaching at 9:30 because I can get in a run before work. I left at 6:30 and got 10 miles done with plenty of time to have coffee and get dressed for work. I tried to run a speed work but my lungs were having none of it. 4 miles in to the fast running I was wheezing pretty bad. But my ankle felt great. I did have to eat breakfast in the car on the way to work.
After class I came home and get a weight workout done, changed into work clothes and ate lunch in the car on the way to the kindergarten. After work, headed to yoga. Ate a Larabar in the car on the way to yoga. There seems to be a pattern developing here.
Wednesday:
I wanted to get some miles done on the trail before I go to see Charlie. I ran 6 easy miles on the trail. No ankle pain. I could feel it sometimes, but wondered if I was imagining it.
Charlie checked out my ankle. He did a little work on it and gave me some exercises to do. I learned that your big toe should move independently. Who knew? It also practically requires Jedi mind tricks to get mine to move independently so I have to practice that.
Thursday:
Speed work went a lot better today. I gave myself a nice long warm up before staring my progression run. I also let my start an easy fast pace. I really wanted to get under a 6 min mile for the last mile, but I missed it. That was hard!
Off to the college. I really like this class. They have good energy. I only have one kid that’s a problem. On Tuesday he texted through my whole class. Today he came in and left one ear bud in and was watching something on his phone the whole time. I hate having to deal with this kind of crap. I don't make my students put there phones away because I have a lot of students with kids and I honestly I don't mind if you need to shoot off a quick message to someone. But it really bugs me if you aren't paying attention at all. And what’s worse is it is almost always the student athletes that are the problem. As an athlete this really makes me mad. These kids don't do their part in the classroom and then want me to give them a good report on their check in sheets that go to the coaches.
Came out of yoga to find this note on my car. The parking lot was a sea of kind notes.
Friday:
I wanted to run 15 miles but I got 13 done and loved every minute of. I was getting super hungry so decided to turn back to home a little early.
This was the end of my good day. Back in January there was an issue with my child support check. It went in and then was taken out a day later, which made my account go negative before it was put back in the next day. Neither my ex nor I ever really understood what happened. In February my child supported never deposited and that isn't like my ex so I asked him about. He said he paid so I just thought it would eventually deposit. Except it didn't. I called last Friday to find out what was going on and was told that because the check for January had bounced they were holding the check to settle what he owed for the clearinghouse allowing the support to go through. Okay fine, but would have been nice for someone to tell us. My ex made a second payment last Friday so that I would get a February payment and apologized for the inconvenience. No big deal. But I still don't have my child support so I called after work. They now have 2 payments for February and are holding both. The clearinghouse will now be holding my payments for approximately10 days for the next 2 years because of that one bounced check. No one can tell me when I will be getting my check for February and this means my March check will becoming well into the month of March and not any day now. So I am down a very large amount of money at this point, meaning there is no way I can afford to buy plane tickets to my race in North Carolina. I just spend the rest of the night in my room crying. Not just because I can’t go to my race but also because I am behind on bills and I can't even tell people when I will have money to pay them. Let me be clear, this is not a negative comment on my ex. He was really kind and apologetic and it was all an accident on his part. I am pissed about the system. The clearinghouse is meant to help people and I am just getting screwed. I am hate being under so much stress about money.
Saturday:
Norm did his once a month training run and we got 6.5 miles done. I didn't bother to run any more miles because I feel like what is the point? I don't have any races on my schedule. I’m feeling pretty depressed at this point. I worked so hard to get ready for Desert Solstice despite all the crap that was going and that day was a disaster. I trained so hard for Black Canyon and had to miss it because I was so sick. Now I am going to miss a race I was looking forward to because the clearinghouse is holding my checks.
We decided to go to the Sunnyslope Food Crawl with Brandi and Enzo. We stopped at our favorite local restaurant and got an appetizer to share. Even though we skaed about our food 3 times, in 30 minutes we still hadn't gotten out chips and queso dip. We asked for out money back and left. At the next restaurant we waited and waited and waited and no one came to seta us. The next place had an a hour and a half wait. We went back to the place were we couldn't get seated and found out the $5 plate wasn’t anything we wanted, We still never saw a hostess. We stopped at the bakery and got the last $5 plate and went to Little Caesar’s to get pizza to take home. So much for cheering me up.
I wanted to run 15 miles but I got 13 done and loved every minute of. I was getting super hungry so decided to turn back to home a little early.
This was the end of my good day. Back in January there was an issue with my child support check. It went in and then was taken out a day later, which made my account go negative before it was put back in the next day. Neither my ex nor I ever really understood what happened. In February my child supported never deposited and that isn't like my ex so I asked him about. He said he paid so I just thought it would eventually deposit. Except it didn't. I called last Friday to find out what was going on and was told that because the check for January had bounced they were holding the check to settle what he owed for the clearinghouse allowing the support to go through. Okay fine, but would have been nice for someone to tell us. My ex made a second payment last Friday so that I would get a February payment and apologized for the inconvenience. No big deal. But I still don't have my child support so I called after work. They now have 2 payments for February and are holding both. The clearinghouse will now be holding my payments for approximately10 days for the next 2 years because of that one bounced check. No one can tell me when I will be getting my check for February and this means my March check will becoming well into the month of March and not any day now. So I am down a very large amount of money at this point, meaning there is no way I can afford to buy plane tickets to my race in North Carolina. I just spend the rest of the night in my room crying. Not just because I can’t go to my race but also because I am behind on bills and I can't even tell people when I will have money to pay them. Let me be clear, this is not a negative comment on my ex. He was really kind and apologetic and it was all an accident on his part. I am pissed about the system. The clearinghouse is meant to help people and I am just getting screwed. I am hate being under so much stress about money.
Saturday:
Norm did his once a month training run and we got 6.5 miles done. I didn't bother to run any more miles because I feel like what is the point? I don't have any races on my schedule. I’m feeling pretty depressed at this point. I worked so hard to get ready for Desert Solstice despite all the crap that was going and that day was a disaster. I trained so hard for Black Canyon and had to miss it because I was so sick. Now I am going to miss a race I was looking forward to because the clearinghouse is holding my checks.
We decided to go to the Sunnyslope Food Crawl with Brandi and Enzo. We stopped at our favorite local restaurant and got an appetizer to share. Even though we skaed about our food 3 times, in 30 minutes we still hadn't gotten out chips and queso dip. We asked for out money back and left. At the next restaurant we waited and waited and waited and no one came to seta us. The next place had an a hour and a half wait. We went back to the place were we couldn't get seated and found out the $5 plate wasn’t anything we wanted, We still never saw a hostess. We stopped at the bakery and got the last $5 plate and went to Little Caesar’s to get pizza to take home. So much for cheering me up.
We started out so excited for a fun night!
We ended up eating pizza from Little Caesar's.
Sunday:
I get up early and enjoy the beautiful morning and head to yoga. I spent the afternoon catching up on podcasts and reading the New York Times. I only cried a little bit today.
I get up early and enjoy the beautiful morning and head to yoga. I spent the afternoon catching up on podcasts and reading the New York Times. I only cried a little bit today.
