Sunday Run at White Rock Lake, with my boy Ringo


Sunday Run at White Rock Lake, with my boy Ringo

Sunday Run at White Rock

Ringo is just the perfect little running partner.  He loves to go on my long weekend runs, and gets EXTREMELY upset if I have to leave him at home to do a non-dog friendly event.

By the time we got back in the Jeep, he was ready to crash.

One pooped pup

One pooped pup





Even though the sound of it…. ah well forget it; it sucks no matter what.

About two weeks ago I started having pain in my right shoulder.  At the time I thought that I slept wrong, so I continued to work out and carry my heavy-ass messenger bag.  Little did I know but the combination of a couple of those factors, would lead to where I am now; dealing with a very painful shoulder injury and sidelined from my new love of CrossFit.

I went to my go-to sports medicine facility and had my doc check it out.  He ran x-rays, and did a mobility exam.  After the exam he concluded that I had rotator tendonitis.  I was given a cortisone injection – that needle was scary looking, and then sent to physical therapy and given a list of exercises.  If after a few weeks, if there was no improvement, the next step would be to get a dye contrast MRI.

A few days later I felt zero pain.  I was able to move my arm around without any issues. I still had a few days of restricted use, so I focused on lower body workouts.  One of those days I even ran my first race of 2013; the Dash for the Beads. It’s a fun costume run that is held in our area of Oak Cliff, and draws in a great crowd.  Ringo and I dressed up and ran this hilly route, and we even won the costume contest. Yes that is a wig.


Friends running too!

As we ran, I blew a police whistle and yelled, “Stop that thief!!”

Cops and robbers on the loose!

Cops and robbers on the loose!

The shoulder pain stayed away until Tuesday night.  I had to stop by the store, and took my big messenger with me. I switched to carrying it on my left shoulder, to give the right one a break while healing.  Halfway through my shopping trip, with the strap continuously slipping off of my shoulder, I switched to my right one.  It took only 15 minutes for the damage to be done.


That night my shoulder started to ache.  The next morning the feeling with still there a little, but I went ahead and did my CrossFit workout.  I was clear to workout as of Monday, so by waiting until Wednesday I figured it would be ok, even with the slight achiness.  I stuck with lighter weights when it came to anything with the shoulder.  I stayed away from shoulder stuff for the most part, and if I did any it was with a lighter weight. I did do some 20 pound DB Snatches, which was probably risky, but I really focused on not using my arm as the force of the lift.  The shrugging of the weight was just enough to give my shoulder a fit, it seems.


The next day I felt pretty crappy.  The achiness kept getting worse.  My doc was concerned enough to go ahead to and push to get an MRI, and put me on Naproxen – a prescription anti-inflammatory.  Until further notice I am not doing CrossFit, and will focus on running and lower body workouts.  I saw my chiropractor to get a second opinion, and he agreed that I needed the MRI.  The diagnosis was confirmed – Supraspinatus Tendonitis and a case of Shoulder Impingement.

New Journey!

Looking back at the road I have traveled the past two or so years, it became evident that the next step in my wellness journey would be to start getting certified as a personal trainer.  Seems pretty much a natural transition!

So here we go!  I’m studying to get my NASM CPT cert!  So far chapter one is done.  Studying is not my forte, and I really wish that I had a stash of Ritalin.  Since I don’t, I’m going to have to rely on hammering the information over and over, into my skull until it sticks.  I will do this!


Tap Tap …. Is This Thing Still On???

So here we are… yep.  I slacked off SO badly on my blogging.  I have sat here each day and tried to figure out a way to start back again, but to do so without a recap of things, would be a LOT of writing……

I took time off of running long distances, to change gears and to try another type of workout.  My job offered us all a chance to take CrossFit classes back in April. I had not really done this type of workout before, but at the time I figured that the cross-training would be a good way for me to get stronger.  Even though I lost all of that weight, and ran a Marathon, I found myself with a skinny body, without much muscle and strength.  Sure I could run for days, but ask me to do a pushup and I would barely be able to get myself off of the floor.  I was tired of being a skinny/fat runner!


I did two things last year in my training for the White Rock Marathon; I focused all of my attention on running and piling on the miles, and I changed my diet to a very strict Vegan diet. For a while my eating seemed to work okay for me, but I soon became fatigued and worn down.  At first I thought that it was the rigorous training that was the cause, but when I stopped my long distance training, I still felt like I was dragging myself to get through the day.  I also notice that I was losing mental focus.  I would go into a fog more easily, have a harder time concentrating, and would forget things more frequently. It was downright scary! I watched as my lean body started to become soft and squishy.  My waistline was having to be crammed into my jeans.  It was gross!

Now I cannot blame those results on being vegan, just as much as I cannot blame the endurance training.  It could have been a combination of both. After visiting my doctor and having blood tests run, she advised me to get off of the Vegan diet, and start getting animal protein back into my system.  I was just not able to absorb the protein, thus I was getting more fatigued as  time went by.  It was also discovered that my hemoglobin levels were low, as well as my vitamin D levels.  In fact my vitamin D levels were EXTREMELY low.  After all of the testing and the consultation, I was convinced that I needed to suck it up and start eating meat again.

For my own situation, was a good decision. My energy returned, as well as my mental clarity. I have also had much greater success in putting on muscle. Is this the solution for everyone? No.  My situation could be unique; some may flourish with a vegan diet. I just know how my own body was effected, and I chose to listen to my body, and do what was best for it. That is the best lesson for any eating or workout plan….listen to what your body is telling you!


I’ve been good, I swear!

Yes I have been a VERY bad bad BAD blogger.  I have not fallen off the wayside, and immersed myself in Krispy Kreme donuts, and laziness – promise!

I’m still actively training for the Dallas Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon.  The past week has been a little touchy though, due to a tight hip flexor.  I need more stretching!  The half marathon is in 10 days, and the most I have ran thus far is 10.25 miles.  This weekend is the annual St Patrick’s Day Dash Down Greenville 5K, so I am going to have to figure out how to squeeze in some long mileage.  It’s a little overwhelming to get that game plan together, because I know that on Saturday afternoon ( or even morning after I cross the finish line) I will be consuming some green beer.  Running the day after drinking is NOT my forte.  I might even have to run to the race from my house!  Would that not be crazy??

Hmmm I like crazy.

Crazy Clover Girl in action!


Crazy Clover Girl!!!

This was from the 2011 Dash Down Greenville. I think the shamrock added a little wind resistance, but the stockings were just downright DANDY!


In celebration

I am finally getting back to normal with my respiratory health.  The sinus and upper respiratory infection  I battled with for weeks, finally met it’s match with the new set of meds the doctor gave me.  I even was able to get in some running last week.  I’m on my way.

Friday I really started battling a bit of tattoo fever.  I was planning on getting some small ink done this next Sunday at a benefit for Dog Star Pit Bull Rescue, but I also really wanted something to commemorate completing my first marathon; no a medal and a finisher’s shirt just was not enough.  I mulled over what to get, but I could never settle on a design.  I wanted something different, and something bold.

Saturday as we were coming home from brunch, we made a last second detour to our local tattoo shop; Saints & Sinners in Oak Cliff.  I think it may have been the brunch bloody marys or the chocolate wine that pushed me to just get this done.

I spoke to the artist and gave him what elements I wanted in my tattoo; 26.2 in roman numerals, the Japanese character for warrior, lots of boldness, and no flowery stuff. He went to work on it and had me come back in 30 minutes.

When I did, he had three concept drawings for me to look at.  Two were good but just not enough wow factor for me; the third one blew me away.  His concept had everything and had it bold as can be,  I loved it!

Within 30 minutes he had the stencil all drawn up, and was ready to start my ink!

I laid on that table for about 2 1/2 hours, and let me tell you this; my buzz left me about an hour into the session.  WOW!  It was painful as hell in some spots, but painful in general because of the fact that I have no meat on my left leg. It has always been atrophied.   Also I have a scar there from when I had my Achilles tendon lengthened about four decades ago.  Yeah you would think that after 40 freaking years that a scar would not have much of an impact.  WRONG!

It was so worth it though.  I LOVE my marathon tattoo!

Here are photos of the process:

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Freakin’ Marathon Runner

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”  The unofficial US Postman’s Oath derived from Herodotus’ Histories (8.98), referring to the courier service of the ancient Persian Empire.

On Sunday December 4th, those of us who were brave enough to fight the elements to run the Dallas White Rock Marathon, felt that message in our bellies.  No matter the rain, no matter the cold, no matter the wind; we would run this race.

I had everything that I needed to get through this race; I trained diligently and had all the gear I could find that would help me get past the cold and the rain.  It was one of the most mentally challenging moments in recent years I have had to work through. I had no choice; I needed to!

My alarm went off at 4 am and as I slid out of bed, I was trying to focus on what I needed to take care of before leaving. My head was a little foggy, because I tossed and turned all night; hearing thunder seeing flashes of lightning, and that pounding rain. I focused on my to do list – get dressed, feed the pups, get them out to potty, and the corral them back into their crates.

I went into the kitchen and made a small cup of coffee, and a toasted peanut butter, agave, and banana sandwich.  As I took a moment to eat, I thought about the task at hand. I kept checking my list of gear that I was taking with me, and making sure that I had everything ready to go.  This list helped keep me grounded.

I didn’t know what to expect as far as the race. I was pretty nervous and a little apprehensive, but I knew that this was something I needed to do. This race was something I trained for; very hard. I was not going to let rain get in the way of making my goal. If the race was stopped by race officials, then that was one thing, but I wasn’t going to stop this race.  I was in the same boat as 29,999 other people so who was I to complain or puss out?

I finished my breakfast, pet the pups good-bye, grabbed the running gear that I bagged up the day before, and headed out to Fair Park. It was go time.

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