Doctor’s office called me today, and set up my MRI appointment for tomorrow. So tomorrow afternoon I get to slip into that tube, and try to stay still long enough for them to get a good image of my shoulder. Have you ever been told to stay still? Do you realize how difficult that is for me on a normal basis? To tell me to stay still will get me more antsy than normal.
Goin’ tubin’.
This is gonna be interesting.
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!
Squirrel!
Friday was a day I really was looking forward to. It was my second year to participate in the Texas Scottish Rite Hospital White Rock Marathon T-shirt Event. I would get to sit with other athletes and patient champions, and autograph special t-shirts for the kids that were staying at the hospital. It’s an event that brings everything into focus, as to what this race is about. Sure this would be my first full marathon, but all participants for the full, half, and relay were running for these kids, and those who will need this hospital in the future.
Since the hospital’s inception in 1921, Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for Children has treated patients regardless of the family’s ability to pay. The hospital relies on the generosity of individuals, organizations, foundations and corporations to continue its mission.
As a patient I have gone through what these kids have had to endure. I may be further down the road in my recovery, but knowing what they are dealing with on a daily basis takes me back, and makes me feel very grateful for the battles I have won. I could not have done it without the doctors at Texas Scottish Rite Hospital.
I really enjoyed and appreciated seeing the smiles on the faces of these special kids. They have gone through so much adversity, and still look as happy as can be. After all of the hard training, early mornings, long Saturday runs, and overall exhaustion, this event gave me the boost I needed.
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.
Ringo my little Pit Bull mix, loves me very much; so much that he cannot stand it when I go out on my training runs, and leave him behind in his crate. I put chew toys galore in there, and he will gnaw on them like crazy, but as soon as he sees me open the door to leave, he is standing up at attention, head cocked to the side as if to say, “HEY!! Where do you think you’re going???”. As I close the door and lock it, he starts whining, barking, and yapping like crazy. He hits those high notes like a well training opera singer.
If I Can U Can 