Not Saying I’m Going to Jinx Myself . . .

But I’m totally going to jinx myself by posting this.

I started running again on 8/1. I know, I know. That’s not a big deal. But what is a big deal – to me – is that on Saturday night, I did it even though I didn’t want to. I got home really late & all I wanted to do was pull out my knitting & watch more Friday Night Lights. [No, I have not finished LOST. I’m protesting because what on earth is actually going on on that show anyway?]

But I got on the treadmill & I toughed it out.  Which also made me realize something.

I have serious music ADD. I can set a station on Pandora & think I’m going to be fine with it, but then I get cranky with the songs & I don’t want to listen to them any more, so I switch stations. I’ve tried putting all of my stations on shuffle, but I have a station I listen to two days a year [Christmas music should only be played on Christmas Eve & Day & I don’t care if that makes me a Grinch] & without fail, I get more Christmas songs than anything else. So I switch stations, only to get frustrated with the first song played. And the second. I might like the third, but not enough to run for a minute & a half to it. So I switch again. Honestly, I think I need to keep track of how many times I switch stations during a run. The people who write the algorithms for Pandora probably think I’m certifiable, which could also be totally based on the variety of my stations.

Obviously, I have problems.

I know this could probably be solved by using something like Spotify, buuuutttt I’m very much against paying for something just to use the mobile version of it. I don’t pay for the mobile app subscription to Sirius, so why would I pay for this?

What is your favorite music to listen to when you’re working out?

Do You Have Any Idea…

How many posts I have saved in my drafts?

Four. At least four. I’m too lazy to go look right now.

They’re posts I’ve started & have every intention of finishing, but then I get distracted by books & LOST [Yes, I realize I’m about nine years late to that party, but I don’t even care because if I want to know what’s going to happen on the next episode, I can just watch it right away instead of waiting six months on some crazy cliffhanger] & the things I need to do around my house [That list is long. I do not like that list.] & yada, yada, yada.

I wish I could add running to that list. But the truth is, I’ve run exactly twice in the past three weeks. BUT I HAVE AN EXCELLENT EXCUSE. You see, I’m a terminal klutz. I trip over flat surfaces. I don’t wear heels because I don’t like them, but also because I feel like I run the risk of falling off of them every time I do. I once broke my ankle by throwing a kick in a sparring match [true story; my mom heard the crack from the viewing area thingy of my karate school]. Oh, and then there was the time I jammed my finger my freshman year of high school playing basketball in gym, and then my swimming coach decided I should start practicing backstroke at practice that afternoon. You see where this is going, right? For those of you who don’t, I whacked my injured pinky finger off of the starting block because I counted my strokes from the flags incorrectly.

I’m telling you, Bella Swan has got nothing on me.

Anyway.

I was at work one morning, set up in a room I sometimes use when I have to take Bear with me [there is a TV & a collection of Veggie Tales DVDs in that room] & I was trying to move my stuff around so I didn’t have to jump up every time the phone rang. I was shifting things around, pulled on an Ethernet cable to attach it to my laptop, & knocked an end table over. No lie, my reaction was, “Ouch. That hurt. What copies did I need to make?” Twenty minutes later, I figured I should take a look to see how bad the bruise was.

I had a golf ball sized lump on my foot. At that point, it didn’t hurt, but I went downstairs & asked the nice gentlemen at the coffee shop if I could please have a bag of ice & a towel. I had planned on going running that afternoon. I most decidedly did not go running. In fact, I didn’t run again until last Saturday. My foot protested big time. It swelled & turned about four different lovely shades of purple & green. It didn’t like when I ran last night either, but I’ve decided no bruise can get me down.

Because I have convinced myself that’s all it is. Well, that & I had it x-rayed the Saturday after it happened. The thing is, it still hurts in the morning or when I finally sit down after a day of doing stuff. And the bruising has maybe started to shift to my toes. I’ve been told that’s perfectly normal & I don’t need to worry.

Which is good. Because I don’t especially need anything else to worry about right now. I have enough of that, thankyouverymuch. Including Kindergarten. Yikes.

Self Doubt

On Friday night, I was in full on panic mode.

Excuse me, but why on earth did I think I could do a 5K? What the heck had gotten into my head?

Thank you, twitter feed, facebook friends, and people who spent the evening texting with me to keep me encouraged. You want a list of my excuses? They seem super silly now, just so you know.

  • I was going to embarrass myself & be the last across the finish line. [I wasn’t. I checked, and 199 people finished after me.]
  • It was going to be way too cold. [It was cold, but I’ll address that in a bit.]
  • I didn’t want to do it alone. [I didn’t have to.]
  • Brain surgeries. [Yes, I attempted to use that as an excuse.]

Those are just a few of the reasons I didn’t want to do the run on Saturday.

I went to bed late, but that didn’t matter. My alarm was set for 6:30. M got up before me, and when he woke me up, let me know the temperature would be below freezing until about 9:30, and it wasn’t going to hit above 40 until 11 or so. That was a good enough reason to consider definitely not going.

I think my response was, “No, I want that finisher medal,” so I got out of bed, got a shower, and got dressed.

One of the debates I’d had the night before involved whether or not I planned to take my gloves with me on the course. Initially, I did. Then I planned to give them to M. I ended up only wearing them from the car to the starting line. I had on three layers under a Steelers jacket I have, and I originally planned on wearing that, too, but took it off before I ever started & passed it off to M.

I told him as we were walking to the start that I’d done a dangerous thing, wearing a Steelers jacket to a Philly run. He pointed out that the only people who would be angry with me probably couldn’t read white writing on a yellow fleece after a few beers, so I was probably fine. He was also thankful I’d decided to wear it, because he figured he could see me better that way. When I sent him a text asking him to take, I think he was a little disappointed.

Literally as we were getting ready to cross the starting line, M sent a text telling me to be on the lookout for one of our friends. I was trying to find him the crowd [5,000 people is not a small group by any means] when he came up beside me & asked if I wanted a running buddy. I’m incredibly grateful he was there. Because of him, I ran the majority of the first mile when I thought I was going to end up walking the entire course. In that first mile, I slowed down  few times to walk because I wanted to take my ear covering off, and because I got a pretty nasty stitch in my side.

We separated at around the 1.5 mark and I did the rest of it on my own. There was the time I got teary because I saw a sign someone made that said, “Go Mommy!” & it made me really sad my boys weren’t there. Logically, I know it was far too cold for them to be out in that weather, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be able to hug them at the finish. Just after that, I turned on my 10K running app to one of the days & got started on my run/walk intervals. Just before the 3 mile mark, I had to reset it because I’d done the entire “day.” I only had to do one of the intervals, though, because as soon as I saw the 3 mile sign, I knew I could run the rest of it.

And I did. I ran across the finish line. I caught sight of M doing a video, but I haven’t seen it. He’s not entirely sure I’m even in whatever he was videoing, and I think that’s okay with me. Our friend was waiting for me, which was awesome. I grabbed the food & water they had out for us, got a medal, and we took a victory lap around the warning track.

Was I disappointed I finished slower than I wanted to? No, not really, because I finished.

And then on the way home, I signed up for another one.

For the next day, I complained about the  pain I felt in my thighs & rear end. It went away after a good soak in the tub. I am so ready to get back out there now.