Posts Tagged ‘achilles injury’

So, as those of you who are bloggers already know, not blogging leads to not blogging. And then that leads to more not blogging. Sorry I have been remiss. Here’s what’s been happening, or not happening, as the case may be along with 10 observations about being a pool nerd. THEN, I want to hear from you. What’s going on? What’s not going on? What do you wish was going on? Go ahead, vent, let ‘er rip, I’m listening.

No School!

I began my first summer as a SAHM or WAHM as the case may be. So far, so good. Kids need structure (and so do I), so we usually do up a little schedule on the white board. Along with fun summer stuff like looking for bugs, it includes things like mommy nap time. Why not?

The best way to catch bugs is to sneek up on them in the tall grass.

A New Look

I cut off my Rapunzel hair and donated it to Locks of Love. I think it was the 4,237th time I put my hair in a ponytail that I decided I’m over it. It was fun and beautiful, but I was starting to look like a conehead in my swimcap. Not attractive.

Had to let it go before someone locked me up in a castle.


We went to Sacramento for a week and stayed with two families. We do this every year. It gets easier and more fun as the kids get older. Highlight for me was running with Stefanie, a gal I met and ran with for 14 miles at the Lithia Loop Trail Marathon. She drove over an hour to meet me at 6:30am! LOVE her!

Stefanie's running the All Women's Mary in SF & spent her 1st training run with lucky me!

Hang Time with My Man

Summer. Hammock. Honey. Nuff said.

There's something magical about being in a hammock in the evening afte the kids go to bed. Hey, what are you looking at, Bill?

Painted Boobs & Violin Players on Stilts

I took the kids to the Oregon Country Fair! Totally fun! And the boobs were so well decorated, the kids never noticed the shirtless gals. We went for the sites and games and the butterfly plays and juggling, but mostly we went to see our favorite local band, Opal Creek! My running buddy Tanya is the kick-ass fiddle player.

Rockin the Fair with Flair!

My sweet Tanya with my sweet kiddos

My Effing Foot

…is still injured.  The achilles thingy has turned into PF.  I’ve been lap swimming like a maniac and have been pool running too. While in Cali, my running coach (oh, I should blog about that!), the famous Cathie Twomey Bellamy, sent me pool running workouts via email so I didn’t lose heart while on vacay. They are short and hard and send me ravenous, headfirst into the fridge afterward.

No Sweaty Van for Me

Because of my dang foot, I had to bail out of the Hood to Coast relay. It was a hard decision (though not as hard as bailing from the 50K earlier this year because of a calf strain). I won’t be running in the middle of the night, I won’t be sharing a sweaty van with 6 other sweaty people for 24 hours, I won’t be celebrating with my buddy Leah at the end. Bummer. We need a Run Momma Run team. Next year, ladies!!!

Sexy sporty summer morning look prescribed by my podiatrist... Victoria Secret leopard jammies with Asics Kayanos.

Stop! In the Name of Love

Just cuz I’m not running much, doesn’t mean I don’t love it and don’t want to be around it. Volunteering for the Run for the Memorial and the Butte to Butte this year was great. I love screaming friends’ names when they run by!

You can do anything with a stop sign and an orange cone

Lappin’ up the Swimming

So I’m at the pool. Almost. Every. Day. Here are my most recent tips and observations from the life of the injured-runner-swimmer.

1. For an extra tough workout, try pool running in your friend’s pool with 6 kids along with their 29 noodles and 17 floaties.

2. Don’t crack yourself up while lap swimming. Giggling underwater is kind of like foreplay for drowning.

3. A swim cap is anything but flattering, yet it does a great job at hiding my gray hair.

4. There is a ghost swimmer at Amazon Pool (confirmed by my swimming-running partner). More than once we have felt it tap our feet to pass, but no one appeared [insert howling, door-creaking, spooky sound here]

5. Swimming in the rain is like swimming on a sunny day except it’s colder when you get out and the lifeguards are crabbier.

6. You know family swim time has started for the year when you see dimes and bandaids at the bottom of the pool. (At that point, you play mind games to steer your thoughts away from what else may be lurking in the deep end.)

7. Injured runners are drawn to each other. I’ve run into a few on early lap swim mornings. It’s nice to share our stories, sigh, then say, “well, at least we have the pool.” I told Leah I want to make a suit that says, “I’d Rather Be Running”

8. I started to think I was becoming addicted to lap swimming, but then realized that I’m just looking for that high that I get with running. Sadly, I don’t get it with swimming. Maybe if I had a beer in the hot tub afterwards. hmmm.

9. Swimsuit companies need to get their sizing shit together. I’m sorry, Nike, but I have boobs. Your suits will never fit me.

10.  I thought swimming on your period would be a drag, but hey, bloating works in your favor in this sport!

Ok, that’s what’s up with me. YOUR TURN! As my dad used to say, “what the go-down be?”


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My workcenter today includes a pasta pot full of ice water.

We all have goals. It’s good to write them down. Folks say that if you write down your goals, you’re more likely to achieve them. In the spirit of Calvin & Hobbes’ opposite day I decided to write down my goals in a sort of opposite way. Here’s 10 things I’m NOT going to do.

  1. I’m not going to mop that kitchen floor (again!) this week.
  2. I’m not going to eat quite as much peanut butter as I did yesterday. (Maybe)
  3. I’m not going to do laundry today to avoid catching up on business accounting (mostly because I did that yesterday and there is no more laundry to do).
  4. I’m not going to worry about what my kids eat at their after-school movie tonight (I overdosed them on asparagus soup yesterday, so their good on the veggie scene.)
  5. I’m not going to let 3:00 o’clock roll by without doing my Netflix-streamed pilates. (Even if the accounting is not done.)
  6. I’m not going to get sucked into anyone’s photo album on Facebook. (No matter how cute so-and-so’s kids are or how witty the captions.)
  7. I’m not going to worry about this post being perfect. (Thinking leads to over-thinking.)
  8. I’m not going to get worked up about packing too much for our trip to Portland this weekend. (I’m a recovering over-packer)
  9. I’m not going to skimp on keeping my foot in the ice bucket today to help my achilles cuz that really works. (Thanks, Debbie!)
  10. I’m not going to ignore the fact that I’m sad not to be running the Forest Park 50K this weekend. (See #9)

Yeah, the 50K.

In case you missed it, I sort of sabotaged my training and have been working on recovering from multiple leg and foot injuries in the last 6 weeks. For some, ahem, lame reason, I decided to test cardinal training rule number 5 (or maybe it’s number 1); listen to your body! I pushed myself too far.

However, I’m happy to say that the calf is better, the hammy is great and the achilles is on the mend. The right foot is well, not quite right, but it will be. Ice ice, baby.

But I’m sad nonetheless. Not crushed, but sad. And I’m going to let myself be sad. As I said in my previous post about getting injured, I’ve finally been running long enough to “get it” that this is not the end. A DNS (did not start) or a DNF (did not finish) is not the end of the world and not the end of my running. In that way, I feel like I’ve graduated to a high level of runner. I remember running the Avenue of the Giants Marathon (my 3rd) with horrific IT issues that started at mile 10. I will never run in horrendously-hobbling pain for another 16 miles just to finish. Not listening to my body this winter was not an “enlightened, grown-up runner” thing to do, of course, so I’ll keep working on that one.

My sad space is not the only space I’m in today though. I’m also in a grateful space because of the people around me who have supported me in my training, walked on eggshells to ask how recovery was going, offered dead-on advice,  cross-trained with me and whispered to me discretely that my frozen corn was showing out from underneath my icing sock. To all of you…thank you so much.

So, it’s off to Portland tomorrow anyway. The racing weekend has morphed into 3 days with the family, staying at a fun hotel with a visit to OMSI. Deb, my dear friend with whom I was going to crash the night before the race, is going to meet me at 6:30am Saturday for a few miles before she hits her Dragon Boat training. I’ll tell ya what I’m NOT going to do…I’m not going to miss that for the world!

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