Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Iím going to try to make this short because I donít want to dwell on the negative, but these past five months have been truly difficult for me. Somewhere along the way I lost my mojo.
Donít get me wrong. Itís not that I gave up; I just started doing things without my spirit being there. I think it started when I decided I wasnít going to train for any races. Iíve been financially pressed. Iím still looking for employment, have gone to the temp agencies, have talked to friends, have taken workshops, have done everything possible and still, I am unemployed.
Slowly but surely I began to notice that my pants were starting to feel snug around the waist. I was craving foods that I could resist when I was training because I needed to have good food going into my body for my long runs. One treat became two, then three, and then I couldnít do without them.
Today, I feel like Iím back on track. For the last week Iíve been listening to inspirational tapes and some of them have seeped in and altered something in my consciousness. Today Iíll see if I can locate a race I can train for and just do it.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
That was yesterday. It was a chilly morning in Walnut Creek. As we drove to the location of the half marathon, we admired the lunar eclipse. It seemed auspicious that the eclipse would be taking place on the morning of my first half marathon.
Astrologist, Ralphee Finn, writes of the lunar eclipse: During a lunar eclipse, conscious concerns override unconscious ones. Eclipses tend to distort time, so put aside any expectations that any of your plans will go smoothly. (Then you can be pleasantly surprised if they do.) Also be prepared for emotional tides Ė yours or othersí Ė to run much higher than usual, even for this time of year. (Think: ďflood zone.Ē)
Well, I was doing great the first three miles or so. I was chilly but I was chugging ahead with my fellow runners. I took a sip of water and screwed the top back on when the toe of my shoe knocked into a rise in the asphalt and down I went, with a short skid. Are you kidding me? I thought, as people rushed over to help me up. I was fine except for the shredding of skin on my left palm, my knee, a bruise on my shoulder, and a small nip on my right wrist. My ego suffered the most bruising though. Wow! I never expected that.
A male runner stood with me to make sure I was o.k. once I was back on my feet. "Keep drinking your water, and keep walking slowly," he said. I did what he said. I was fine, but shaking badly. The shaking had to do with fear. You never know when you take a fall if you've broken anything. I walked slowly for a time and when I had collected myself again, I increased my pace, and when I finally got over the shock of my fall, I began running again.
Using the Galloway method of running helped my ego in that I was running then walking. I don't know what I would have felt if my goal would have been to run the entire half marathon without stopping. I did not have a time limit. My goal was to finish the half marathon. So I did just that, even with a left leg that while not broken or sprained ached when I ran. The bottom of my left foot bothered me as well for reasons I do not know since I was wearing the shoes I always wear to run.
Ralfee Finn also writes of the lunar eclipse: In the midst of all this astral activity, the Sun/Mars square thatís been turning tempers more than a tad testy is finally separating, and as that fractious interaction ends, many of us will find it easier to be kinder to ourselves and to each other.
It is a relief that I did not break anything during the fall. Thank you to all the people who ran to my aid when I fell, and to the man who stood with me when I was finally up, making sure that I took my first few steps safely, and that I continued to drink my water.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I thought I had planned everything very well for the eleven days I would be dog sitting for my son while he and his fiancť were in Malaysia. It had been two months since Iíd last done so at my place, but now I was staying at my sonís condo in San Francisco, watching Baguette again.
Well, you can plan and plan all you want but sometimes things have a way of turning out differently. Take for instance the mild sore throat I had the first day over at my sonís. I thought nothing of it, thought it had to do with lack of sleep the past two days. I ran that morning on The Embarcadero towards the AT&T Ballpark. It was a gorgeous day. The next day, I was scheduled for my last Hep B shot. The doctor recommended I get my tetanus/whooping cough shot at the same time so that I wouldnít have to come back. Sure, I thought, good idea.
The day after those shots, my sore throat stopped being mild and turned into a raging hot torch in my throat. I felt sluggish. My arm was so sore I could have been shot by a handgun instead of a needle for all the pain I endured in that arm. I was irritable. The rest of the week I got progressively worse. I was sluggish, my head ached, my throat burned, my nose was constantly running and I couldnít sleep on the left side where theyíd inoculated me. I was an emotional wreck. Baguette and I watched a lot of films.
Still, I walked every day. I did not do my runs because it would have been too difficult running and blowing my nose. Plus my throat was sore for a week. Baguette was as good as could be. He is a well-trained dog. Loves people and got a lot of attention when I took him on walks. A couple of times I took him to the dog park. He had a ball.
Today, Iím running again for the first time since I returned to my place. Iíve gained a couple of pounds which is understandable. I broke my routine. I still have the sniffles but nothing like last week. This was a good lesson for me, though. I tend to think that people who donít do well on the program donít plan well, and that just isnít so. Things come up. We can control only so much.
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