Showing posts with label Injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Injury. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Well hello there stranger!

I'm not even sure where the time has gone, but I sure think a lot has happened. The trick is what can I remember?

The highlights since my last past so long ago:

  1. I finally ran a marathon (Richmond 2014).
  2. My Dad kicked colon cancer in the booty.
  3. Still have an amazing little boy and husband.
  4. Still have awesome friends and extended family who support me in whatever I set my sites on.
  5. A job that I like most days, but challenges me every day.
The lowlights:
  1. A few more injuries to get over, namely a broken arm this past winter in a poor attempt to learn ice skating for cross-training.
  2. Not enough running, but enough to commit to another marathon. I've missed some of my must do races (Monument 10K, Shamrock Half).
  3. .... I'm one lucky girl.
  4. Except I had to cut my figure skating career short.

Yes, after swearing repeatedly during the last 6 miles and for 2 days afterward that I would NEVER do another marathon .... I'm doing another marathon. Only 66 more days to fill you in on that adventure.

What have you done that you said you would never do again?
What's the craziest non-running injury you have ever had?

Friday, May 31, 2013

What not to do before you run a half marathon!

Accessory to the crime. Just look how dirty that thing is. Screams criminal.

How can I be such a klutz? I got through a long spring racing season with minimal ITB issues, no colds or illnesses, otherwise all healthy. That is until three days before my last race before the Fall. Oh well, at least I keep things interesting.

Thank goodness for the plethora of sports medicine docs in my hometown. One was able to squeeze me into his schedule yesterday. I was begging him to just please drain it. Little did I know the technology has vastly improved from my athletic training days. He whipped out this little tool, drained out the blood, and instant relief. Woohoo!

So, the verdict for today. I'm guilty as charged of being a klutz. The iPad will get a thorough cleaning for being a dirty accessory to the crime. And the poor victim looks like rather black, blue, and green, but is otherwise healing nicely. I just hope for a decent recovery before 7 am tomorrow.

And because I am a nerd, just how many times will toe hit the ground over the course of a half marathon?

90 foot strikes on the left per minute X 120 minutes to complete a half = 108,000 hits.

Wish me luck.