IT son of a B

Saturday I drove out to the Dash Down Greenville 5K, and got there early enough to get a training run in.  I was a little concerned that I had not had a long running day in weeks.  My longest had been a 10 mile run over three weeks ago.  I did an 8 mile run, and then a total of 9.38 miles on this past Saturday (3.11 mi + 6.27mi).  It was at mile 4.5 on that training run when my hip started to feel REALLY tight.  I stopped and stretched on that run, and then did some more hip stretching before the gun went off for the 5K.

It was probably at mile 2 of the 5K, when I started to really hurt. I took short walking breaks to give my hip some rest, and finished the race at 35:28.00, which is three minutes slower than my average 5k race time.

I walked around the finisher’s area, grabbing beers, and race paraphernalia. As I started to walk back to my Jeep, my hip got worse; I could hardly walk.  I gimped across to the parking lot, and found that the area I parked in was Party Central for the parade.  If any of you are familiar with the Greenville Avenue St Patrick’s Day Parade, you will know or should know that the CVS parking lot at Lovers & Greenville is a melee of tents, parties, cookouts, kegs, freaks, and booze-a-plenty.  If you did not have a drink in hand or a jello shot in your face, someone was giving one to you.

No matter how much beer I drank, the pain was keeping me pretty sober.  I really just wanted to get out of there and go home, but my jeep was blocked in by the HUGE crowd of party goers.

Thankfully Christie was going to be just a train stop south of the parade, so I hopped on a DART train and met her at Whole Foods.  I had the hardest time walking.  I had to walk a block to get from the train station to the store, and I thought that at one point I was gonna start crying. I sucked it up, and just kept telling myself that I was almost there. Once I arrived I grabbed a couple more beers, and some food.

The next day it felt a little better, but the “better” never really progressed the following day. Tuesday I made an appointment with a Chiropractor, and will be  going in every day until race day.

The doctor has a massage therapist on staff, so she tries to work out the kinks for a half an hour, and then he tries to adjust my hip.  At one point he had his elbow dug into my glute muscle, with his entire 185 pounds of body weight pushing into that trigger point.  I had to just deep breath in order to take it.  I did not care what had to be done, I just wanted this pain gone.  I have the Dallas Rock ‘n’ Roll half Marathon on Sunday, so this needs to be remedied QUICK!

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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Will

The power within yourself to be amazing.  We all have it; we just forget that this power is here with us, all the time.  The door we forget to open can lead us down an amazing road.

Just turn the knob and open it. It’s there.  Believe that it is.

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Flighty blogger I am!

When someone goes a long time without writing in their blog, ESPECIALLY if it is a blog devoted to Health and Fitness, folks come to the same conclusion for the most part; “yep…. she fell off the wagon into a pile of Moon Pies!”

Well I am here to tell you – NO.  I just got lazy with my writing – *sigh* yet again.  As for my training, yes I am still at it. I do admit though, I am experiencing runner’s burnout a bit.  Maybe it is the cooler weather, or maybe the training that I have put myself through, either way I am a little tired.

I missed a couple of runs last week, due to ongoing foot soreness from that 20+ miler on Oct 22nd.  I took a couple of doggie walks, and rode the bike at the gym for some crosstraining.  I am back at it again this week though!

I finally bought a better pair of running shoes, since my Nike Pegasus were bottoming out at mile 18 on a regular basis.  I found some Brooks Glycerin 8’s at DSW for $70.  They were 2010’s model, and had just recently been replaced by the Glycerin 9’s.  I felt safe enough to try them out, instead of the $130 9’s.

The first run was a little sketchy at first, but after my left foot loosened up, I was able to comfortably run.  The next day I ran a little over 5 miles, and enjoyed the shoes even more!  The third run I really enjoyed them!

I’m going to use them on my first long run tomorrow.  I am curious to see how they do.  Tomorrow’s run is a 14 miler, so I should have a really good idea how these will hold up, when I do 20 miles again the next week, and the marathon in December.

Which reminds me….

I finally registered!!

 

Easy now Trigger….

Time is drawing near.  My very first marathon is in a little over three weeks!  My training seems to have been going on for most of the year, and my miles sure have added up.  I started training back during the second week of June, and since I still had a good fitness level I was able to ramp up pretty quickly, and then ease back about every other weekend.  I even threw in a two-week break from long training, without any sacrifice.

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A strong start but a tougher finish

My long runs have been a challenge for me ever since that 21-miler a couple of months ago.  They continue to be the bane of my existence, but I still keep trying to circumvent the problem, so I can actually kill as many runs above 20 miles, that I can.  The White Rock Marathon is but 40 days away, and I am still not yet satisfied with how my feet are holding up on the latter miles.

Saturday I headed out at about 7:30 to see just how far I could get.  My goal was a 20+, as for whatever mileage was after that, I would consider it as a cupcake bonus cherry on top.

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Lemons, lemonade, and that damn run.

Nothing prepares you for a bad run.  They happen to the best of athletes. Your only choice is to weather it the best way you can, or throw in the towel and call it a day.

Yesterday morning I woke up a little early, in hopes of getting out on the road before sunrise.  Since this run was going to be 18 miles, I wanted to try to get on the last part of it before the lovely Texas heat started baring down.  Yeah that didn’t work out as planned.  I still hit the road at 6:15 am; my normal time.  My attitude was not of the best, and I think my nerves were causing me to drag my feet a bit.  As my training runs get longer, I get a little more anxious, and even begin to doubt myself.

If yesterday proves ANYTHING, it’s that I should never underestimate my will.

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