And just like 52 weeks have gone by and bring 2017 to close.
And the calendar did me a solid and worked out perfectly… unlike last year.
I had my second PT appointment and this time they had me try lumbar traction. Then all laughed at the expression of fear on my face as they described it. It really wasn’t that bad.
Last week was a little rough, I felt a little ragged around the edges. I was looking forward to the 3 day weekend- not for the New Year’s parties but more for the opportunity to sleep. Truth- I just barely managed to stay awake through midnight on New Year’s Eve but I still managed to miss the ball drop on TV. Oops.
Monday- Christmas And I was about as active as a lump on a log.
Tuesday- Rest/ PT Exercises I knew work was likely to be busy after the 3 day weekend and oh boy was I right.
Wednesday- Missed Run Work was exhausting and I was tired and cranky so instead of running I just headed home. Which might have been fate telling me something- maybe that’s dramatic but barely moments after picking my mom up to go to dinner, we were driving down the street to see flames literally shooting out of the top of an apartment building. Then it hit the power lines. I pulled over while my mom called 911 and jumped out and stood with the homeowner, we asked if anyone else was inside or if there were any pets. I then just got my car out of the way and stayed out of the way while we waited for the fire department and PD to show up. It was definitely not how I thought the night was going to go.
Thursday- Rest/PT exercises Work this week just kicked my butt. Plus I was denial that I was sick. If I ignored the sore throat and the coughing, that meant they weren’t real right? Despite the fact I’d fallen asleep in my chair almost every night. I missed a dinner with old high school friends because I didn’t want to get anyone sick, so I wasn’t being completely stupid.
Friday- Rest More of the same. This time I missed a dinner with a coworker who was leaving another location. Boo. Also fell asleep in my chair again.
Saturday- 3.1 miles After sleeping in, I headed out for what I figured was going to be an afternoon slog. Except I was moving way faster than I should have been for only having run once last week and being sick this week. Legs what are you doing? I had no business seeing miles in the 10 minute range and my lungs let me know so I ended up take a break to sit on a wall at one point.
Sunday- 4 miles Once again I headed out expecting a slow run and once again my legs and lungs were at war. My legs just wanted to go! But my lungs were not quite on board. It was better than the day before though. Other than a little wheezing, this 4 miles felt pretty good.
7.1 miles for the week. Better than last week. Still super low but I’m not mad. The last week of the year always throws me a curve ball and this was no exception.
This week was pretty good. My brain felt fried for part of it but eh, that happens sometimes right? I ran, I ate yummy food, I read and I tried to sleep. I had a really bad moment at work one day where I got a little frustrated with a situation but I dug myself out of that mood and moved on. Not to say it won’t happen again but I got past it for last week. And my coworker made me laugh hysterically- a customer asks her “so, any big plans for the 3 day weekend”. Her very calm, almost bored response was “not really, just having a baby’. I damn near spit out my water. I’ll miss her sense of humor while she’s on leave. 😛
Monday- 3.5 Miles Holy tight calves, batman. Ouch. I headed to the lake after work to get in a few miles and I was feeling good. Until I started running that is. My calves were so tight, I felt like they were going to rip. I crawled these miles and stopped to stretch about every 1/2 mile. Nothing seemed to help. I called it after 3 laps of the lake. They weren’t loosening up and it wasn’t worth risking an injury for more miles.
Tuesday- Rest After the day before I was taking time to rest the legs. I made sure that I foam rolled that evening though. It was a long day at work with an early morning meeting so my brain was kind of fried so I just vegged that evening.
Wednesday-3.1 miles I had planned for running more in the morning but the weather had turned on me by the evening. I had packed shorts and a tank which was fine for Monday but today the weather barely hit 60 and the winds were gusting up to 25mph. Luckily I had an old race shirt in my emergency stash of clothes so I layered that over my tank but my ears were still cold. I made it to the turn around for 5K before I decided to bail. I hate cold ears. Cold ears turn me into a giant baby. I need to make sure I keep a Buff in my bag for rare days like this. My legs felt ok, if I could have warmed up my ears I think I would have kept running.
Thursday- 2.5 miles Cold and misty miles. Seriously, weather just pick one and stick with it! I was just better this time though- capris, long sleeves and my Buff. My legs were feeling fussy though so I kept the run short. I just did 2 laps of the lake before stretching it out. I figured out part of my problem may have been that my shoes were tied too loose. I was stretching on the parallel bars and my right shoe popped right off! Oops. I was also to meet someone I’ve been following on IG for the last year. We’ve run a bunch of local races at the same time but I’m slow and she’s fast so we’ve never met in real life. 🙂
Friday- Rest It was an open to close kind of day. I planned on riding the bike when I got home but yeah that didn’t happen. Slacker.
Saturday- Rest I went to SLO for some shopping with my mother. I feel like we walked miles. We didn’t but that’s how I felt. I may have spent more than I had planned. Which I had planned to spend zero but that never seems to work, does it? I meant to ride the bike that evening when I got home but I didn’t. I also briefly considered trying for my long late that evening but I was exhausted. That seems to be my current state. I discovered that Hulu has Eli Stone and that is how I spent my evening.
Sunday- 8 mile run, 5 mile bike I had planned for 10 miles as my last long run before Rock n Roll Diego. However I really didn’t want to get out of bed that morning. I pushed it later then I should have. The plan was to run 10 miles, have my mother pick me then we were going to lunch. I left later then planned and it was warmer then I wanted it to be. As I passed the cemetery, I paused and thanked all those that had served. There were a lot of flags on the graves.
While the first 5 miles were pretty good, I slammed into a wall in mile 6. My pulse was jumping and I was too warm. It was also uphill. I pretty much walked all of it. I decided to just run 8 and spend some more time stretching before she met me. Plus those last 3 miles were slow so they took me longer than planned. 😐 I actually ran more than 8 too, at some point my Garmin paused and it took me a while to figure it out. Boo. Later that evening I hopped on the bike just to get some miles in before dinner- the family bbq’ed on Sunday- once again, I really need to find my fan.
17.1 miles run, 5 miles biked. Another week of 5 workouts. Can I keep this up? Maybe get to 6 or 7? How about adding in some strength workout? Woah, that’s crazy talk for this Slacker. We’ll see how it goes. Especially since this is a race week so I shouldn’t be doing anything too radical during it. That wouldn’t be very smart of me, right?
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All right, if you’ve been reading me whine for the past week you know I went into this race sick. I was questioning my sanity for running it and my ability to finish it. As was my mother. 😛
Race morning dawned after a less then stellar night of sleep but isn’t that to be expected before races? The forecast had changed to just overcast and low 40’s and while I was thankful for the lack of rain I knew that was going to feel cold to me. So I layered up. Seriously. Capri’s over compression socks, a tank with a long sleeve shirt over it, then my rain jacket. A Buff around my neck and another Buff around my head to cover my ears with my hat over that. My mom drove me to the start and dropped me off.
I made my way to the start line and suddenly panicked. I forgot my bib! Somehow I had forgotten to pin my bib on. It was still in the car. Thankfully my mother had decided that parking was a nightmare (we were in a dirt lot without specific spots which was very tricky in the dark) so she was just going to nap while I ran. I hauled butt back to the car to get my bib. Once that crisis was averted I headed back to the start line where I ended up meeting up with Laura from running4thereason.com, another Bibrave Pro. We chatted while waiting for the race to start. 10 minutes after 7 and we were off!
My plan was to run until I got tired, walk, then repeat until the finish line. I figured I would walk every hill and just do whatever my lungs wanted to do and just go from there.
Miles 1-3 10:24, 10:40, 10:22
The first 3 miles were through city streets and I was moving a hell of a lot faster than I thought I would be. Hmmm. I like low key city streets so I was enjoying the vibe and just letting my feet do what they wanted. I skipped the first aid station at mile 2 because it was just too crowded. The 5K was also running along side us for a bit so that was interesting. A couple other runners and I were cracking jokes that we were going to “get lost” and turn around with the 5K’ers. 😛 A little before mile 3 I came up behind the 2:30 pacers… um, what? I knew I was moving way faster then that so I couldn’t figure out how they had gotten that far ahead of me. Then I turned my headphones on and told myself to get over it.
Miles 4-6 11:11, 11:29, 11:41
I loved these miles and hated them at the same time. Just past mile 4 we went from running the streets into a paved path in a park. Heaven. I want this path in my town now. Paved blacktop with nature on both sides, a little stream running thanks to all the rain? It was awesome. A downside was that the path narrowed so it was easy to get roadblocked so there was lots of bobbing and weaving going on in these miles. I ran in the dirt along the path a lot. But again, that’s one of my favorite things so this should have been my favorite part. What made it so rough was that just past mile 4 my stomach cramped, bad. Like, I need a bathroom now, bad. And of course, the next bathroom wasn’t until the aid station at mile 6ish. 😂😂 So instead of walking because I was tired, I walked when I cramped and ran when it eased, and repeat. That kind of messed with my head. Note to self- never eat Five Guys before a race ever again.
Miles- 7-9 11:31, 11:47, 13:02
Just past mile 6 and we were out of the park and back on the street. The bathroom line was like 20+ people long and the cramping had eased so I figured as long as I went slow I would probably be ok. My lungs were starting to protest and I was super congested. I admit I did something I have never done in view of others before- I spit. I did it more than once this race. I felt so bad but I had to! I also ripped off a few choice words when a police car leading a trail of cars on the other side of the road let off a single screeching chirp. I about jumped out of my skin. 2 people next to me also had some colorful words to share. Mile 9 saw the only 2 real hills of the race. I walked them. At the top of the first was a water station that also had a paramedic and a fire truck- it was a small hill! I got jammed up the water station. I went to throw my water cup in the trash and a woman put herself in front of me to eat her Gu and a woman came up right behind me to drink water. It was like a hug with random strangers and I couldn’t move. Let me out! It took me another 30’ish seconds to get myself out of the stranger sandwich and on my way. Grrr. We were leaving the road and entering another park with a paved path. Seriously, I wanted this one in my town too. My lungs were protesting as we hit the second hill, they were so not happy.
Miles 10-12 11:00, 11:51, 11:14
We were still in the park so I was running in the dirt every chance I got. I love dirt. Plus my legs appreciated the change in terrain. They were actually feeling pretty good considering how little elevation this course had. The 2:30 pacers had caught up to me and passed me, left me in the dust really. I started to feel discouraged but told myself to get over it, I was already doing better than I thought I would, there was no sense making myself sicker just to meet some arbitrary “sick” finish time. I just told myself to enjoy the scenery and try to calm my lungs down. Mile 11 brought us back into town through a smaller park before we were back on city streets for the last mile.
Mile 13 12:16
Holy asthma city. My lungs were done. Between my cold and my asthma, I was fighting an asthma attack. I walked so much of the last mile. I was wheezing and coughing and gasping and probably looked like a hot mess. Crowd support really picked up for the last mile and so many people were cheering. I heard “come on girl in orange run! You’re so close!” Don’t you see I’m trying!?!?!?! I rounded a corner and there it was- the finish line!
I crossed the line and was handed my medal. I saw my mom fairly quickly outside the fence and went to say hi. She took one look at my face and said “you chose to do this”. Haha, thanks mom.😛 I then wandered down the finishers chute and collected my wine glass, chocolate milk and banana. I was also able to refill my water bottle. Once I stopped moving and was able to chill for a moment, my lungs calmed down a bit.
All in all this a great course. I liked all the scenery and the varied paths. I wish it had a few more hills. I think another hill or 2 may have helped me a bit, this course was fairly flat. So if flat is your jam, you could totally set a PR on this course. And hey I ended up hitting my arbitrary sick time anyways- who knew?!
Which is great as I have been looking forward to it since November. Something about it just piqued my interest post Golden Gate Half and held on to it. So when I got the chance to run it through Bibrave, I was stoked.
Now, the downside. I’m still sick.😷 I haven’t run since last Thursday. I called in sick on Monday. From all the coughing I’ve been doing, I should have abs by now. Abs, where are you? 😛
Also the weather is predicting rain. Where is California weather? Actually, it changes every time I check my weather app, maybe I should just stop looking?
So all plans I had have changed. I am looking forward to a hopefully fun run. I want to enjoy the scenery of a new place and take it all in. My mother is going with me like usual and I’ve already told her this will not be a speedy one by any means. This is going to be a taking time to enjoy the view kind of race. Sometimes those are the best kind right?😀
Ever run with a cold?
Any anti coughing tips for an asthmatic with a deviated septum?
So yeah, last week was odd. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good week. I got a lot done at work, more things were completed in preparation for the merger- those all turned into funny situations too. I got in a good run and a creepy run. My stomach was a total asshat at the beginning of the week and I was abnormally tired but I was in a super good mood most of the week. Maybe I should have realized that was a sign of things to come but I’ve never been too good at actually listening to my body. I mean for crying out loud Friday’s post went up unfinished! Sorry about that by the way. 😞
Monday- 4.25 miles– I love daylight savings. I headed to home town after work and was able to run this entire run in full sunlight. I took it really slow in the beginning as this was my first run in the new PureFlow’s. From there I ended up running a nice (for these days) progressive 4 miles- 13:22, 11:04, 10:37, 9:06. I say these days because that same day Timehop also reminded me that 3 years previously I set my unofficial 5K PB of 26:35. Which is a far cry from the 11:00 ave pace of this run.
Tuesday- Rest/ Detox Yoga– I got so damn tired on the drive home from work that I stopped at Target and wandered around it a bit in order to wake up. My stomach had been horrible since Sunday so once home I tried some yoga to help ease some of the pressure.
Wednesday- Rest- Stretching/Foam Rolling– My stomach was still being a total butt face and work went a little late so I just decided a low key night was in order.
Thursday- 3.5 miles- Creeper alert! I headed to the lake path after work and was hoping for 5 miles. There were more people out taking advantage of the extra daylight. My legs were a little sore. I’d worn flats a couple days this week plus breaking in the PureFlow’s with 4mm drop made for some sore calves. Not enough to deter my run though. What did was the creeper in the gold Thunderbird who slowed while driving past me then parked blocking my path. Cars park on the path all the time so I wasn’t totally weird-ed out yet, only halfway there. When I ran around the car, which reeked of pot and engine grease, as I cleared it- it revved the engine. It then peeled out, spinning dirt everywhere, slowed while passing me again before squealing it’s tires again as it turned up a street. All right, peace out, I’m done. It might have had nothing to do with me but I wasn’t taking that chance. I managed to find a group of Eagle scouts out for a stroll and put myself in front of them. I tried to stay near their group while I got back to my car but I also didn’t want to turn into the creeper.
Friday- Rest- I worked open to close and towards the end of the day I was getting slap happy. I was having troubles putting words together properly. Which should have been a sign. Some people get cranky when they are getting sick, I get slap happy. Yet it still didn’t dawn on me until that night when my throat really started hurting, my nose stopped working and pressure built between my ears. Oh crap.
Saturday/ Sunday- Sick My alarm went off for my long run on Saturday morning but I could barely move. Seriously, my face hurt where the ends of my hair touched it. My whole body ached there was no way I was running 10-11 miles. I shut it off and thought maybe I could run in the afternoon, ha! I barely moved all day. I may have watched more than a few episodes of The Iron Fist on Netflix. Sunday rolled around and while I hurt a little less I was nowhere near running shape. Boo.
So yeah, 7.75 milesfor the week. I am trying not to freak out while I type that. I have Livermore Half in just 7 days and I really wanted another double digit run before race day. Plus that weekly mileage looks sad. This was not the week I had been planning. I’d actually planned on moving back to running 4x a week but instead I ran just twice. Grrr.
And now I still can’t breathe and my eyes are crossing as I finish this recap. So with that I will sign off.