Thursday, October 07, 2010
After my last epic post, I'm going to try to keep this one brief. First of all, thank you for all the supportive posts lately. It's been kind of tough. Second, you know how I said my ankle was hurt? It's getting worse. I haven't seen a doctor about it yet (and may not), but I strongly suspect I have peroneal tendonitis. Which is a fancy way of saying strained tendons in my ankle. It's a common repetitive stress injury among runners. I also sprained that ankle several years ago, which leaves the peroneal tendons weaker and more susceptible to damage. The home treatment of this is the same as just about any other minor sports injury- good old RICE (rest, ice, compression, elevation).
I'm not happy about this at all, obviously. For one thing, being happy about resting is something *old* Jenna would have done. New Jenna would rather run and work out. I'm actually kind of fretting over the fact that I most likely will not be running this weekend at all. And a weekend without a run is a weekend where I don't increase mileage. There are 20 weeks between now and the half and there's not a ton of wiggle room in my training plan. I was supposed to run 6.5 miles this weekend. On the other hand, if I try to run this weekend, I may never get to 13.1 miles.
Last night, instead of my weekday run, I did four 10 minute sessions on the elliptical between strength training muscle groups. It didn't hurt my ankle too much, but I think cycling would have been a better choice. I think it really only hurts during repetitive, weight-bearing moves, like walking or running. Standing still while doing dumbbell curls doesn't hurt at all, for instance. Well, at least, it doesn't hurt my ankle! My arms are another story!
I am limping, though, so that's throwing everything out of alignment when I walk. I'm kind of torn on Pilates tonight. I don't imagine it's the kind of thing that would hurt my ankle. And I wouldn't try to do something that would hurt it. I was also hoping to determine whether I can stick with the regular Pilates class or switch to the beginner class tonight.
As of now, however, I am going to try to get enthusiastic about a weekend on the couch. Strange how unappealing that seems.
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
~*~ WTF??? Post 10/5 - 10/10 ~*~
I forgive myself for giving in to stress and making less-than-good food choices last week.
Forgiving doesn't mean forgetting, so this week I will take care to plan my meals in advance so I don't get caught off guard.
FITNESS AND NUTRITION
For my last template, I was able to accomplish all of the things I promised (Wed. run, Pilates, 5K, "One-derland")
I also did an accidental 2.7 miles walking home when my car wouldn't start, walking around the farmer's market.
So this week, I will attempt to achieve 9 miles total running, second Pilates class, one strength training.
Three things I will restrain myself from indulging in are:
1. Salty snacks with empty calories (chips, popcorn, etc.)
2. More than two pieces of candy (and those two pieces can only be dark chocolate- no Tootsie Rolls!)
3. Choosing the couch instead of the gym.
My power food/go-to meal/snack this week will be apples, goat cheese and eggs.
My main goal this week is to rise above stressful situations and aches and pains and I wont let self-pity or laziness keep me from doing it.
Last week, I was hormonal and stressed, this week I will be calmer and more optimistic.
LIFE IN GENERAL
For my specially set-aside me time this week, I am going to clean my kitchen, then pick up knitting my hat.
I'm going to keep the negative voices in my head at bay by thinking of a positive thing for every negative thing that pops into my head.
And I will STOP PROCRASTINATING when it comes to hanging the doggone picture in the bathroom (I cleaned out the pantry instead last week).
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
This weekend was both wonderful and incredibly bad and stressful. You can have both at once, you just need to know the right people. My best friend for the past 30 years was coming to my house for the weekend for a "mom-cation." She's a SAHM, homeschooling her three kids, and when she needs a break, she comes to my house to pretend she's a single lady for a while. My best friend and I are very different in terms of religion, politics, and where we are at in our lives, but when it comes to the most important things (humor, history, love and respect for each other) we are absolutely matched. She's the sister I picked. Anyway, I invited her to run in the 5K I was planning for Saturday when we were trying to figure out a weekend for a visit. She used to run quite a bit, but hasn't been able to for over a year. She started running again as soon as we made our plans.
September was kind of a ridiculously busy and stressful month for me and with one thing or another, I missed the cutoff to register for the 5K online. That also meant that I missed out on the t-shirt, which was a bummer. I've now been in three 5Ks that had shirts, but I only have one shirt. Oh, well, I was much more interested in the fact that this race had custom-designed medals for all finishers! I didn't want to register in the morning, so I tried to get to the late registration on Friday. They were doing that in the hospital's main lobby until 6:30 PM. I drove for nearly two hours from work. It's only about 40 miles, but every single road I got on had some kind of delay. I got to the lobby at 6:20, but no one was there. I was so angry and frustrated, that I cried. All the way out of the parking lot, all I could think was, "Why am I so upset over this? What the heck is wrong with me?"
I got home and discovered Jenny had already arrived at my condo parking lot. (Yes, we are Jenny and Jenna, a/k/a “JenJen1 and JenJen2,” “Neffer Lynn and Neffer Leigh,” or on more than one occasion, “Jennyandjenna.” It was 1971 and there was a federal law that you had to name your daughter Jennifer. Trufax.) We decided to go out for dinner. I wanted to go to the Indian vegetarian place I’ve been meaning to try, but they didn’t appear to be open at that time. So we went for Lebanese food instead. What can I say, I had a hankering for chickpea-based food. When we came out of the restaurant, toting a huge bag of leftovers and reeking of garlic, we discovered my car wouldn’t start! No matter what I did, the engine made a kind of “Vrvrvrvr” sound and didn’t fire. I called my parents for advice and, predictably, my mom wanted to drive down the next day and have my dad take a look. Fortunately, Dad overrode that madness. We *said* we’d take a cab home. We kind of fibbed. We took the leftovers and any valuables and started off on foot. Now, it should be noted that I live in the suburbs of Metro Detroit. Almost no one walks anywhere. For one thing, there aren’t sidewalks on every road. For another, they practically give cars away in gumball machines here. My niece’s 15 year old boyfriend doesn’t have a license, but he has a 2003 Mustang. So many autoworkers mean that used cars can be pretty cheap. Walking, cycling and public transportation are not exactly encouraged. But it was 2.7 miles to my house and It just so happens that road has sidewalks on both sides and for almost the full length of our walk. We are both reasonably fit, so we decided to give it a shot. I actually described us as “sturdy,” to which Jenny said, “What are we, Norwegian farm girls?” A brief pause, “Ya, you betcha!” Thus began the “if I keep laughing this much, I’m going to pee my pants” aspect of our walk. This is a common theme with us.
Oh, and it started raining about a mile from my house.
The next morning, we got ready for our 5K. The race was at 10:00 with late registration at 8:00, so we didn’t have to wake up too early. When we got there, Jenny went to pick up her packet and I went to register. I may not have gotten a shirt, but I did get one of the randomly placed Red Wings water bottles in my bag. Score!
Jenny not only got a shirt (the design is great, too), she also got Red October Run gloves. She already has gloves she likes to run in, so she gave the gloves to me. There was a lot of swag from different departments in the hospital, so we got some nice stuff, put it back in the car, and got ready for the run. It’s a nice flat, residential course and I really enjoyed that. And I loved running with Jenny. I skipped both music and my chimed intervals (though I did turn the Nike+ on Basic so I’d get credit for my miles), electing instead to pick out random landmarks based on how I felt. What I didn’t love is that I started having stomach cramps about a mile to the end. “My belly feels like it’s in a blender” I said, more than once. I predicted that it was going to be “cross finish line, grab water and medal, head straight for portapotty.” My prediction came true. And it was pretty gross.
The less said about our time the better, though I will say, it was about a minute slower than the previous race. This was my first 5K without knee supports, though, and I have noticed my pace is slower since I stopped wearing them. And Jenny pointed out that it was cold and rainy throughout the whole run, so that may have been a factor. I’m not sure about that, myself. Any road, we finished and we got our medals , and that’s what I was really running for. I think my goal for any race is “to finish.” It may not be exciting, but I think it’s healthier for me. I need to be process-oriented instead of goal-oriented right now.
After the race, we went to check on my car. It still wouldn’t start, so I called AAA and they had someone tow it to a nearby repair shop. Within an hour, the shop called me and said that the timing chain was broken and, without taking the engine apart, there could be significant damage to the engine. I called my experts (i.e., my entire family) and they said it probably wasn’t likely and I should get the car towed to a dealership on Monday. There was some discussion of whether my car was still under warranty or not. A little Google-fu told me that timing chain breaks are not unheard of in my car’s engine and that they require horribly, horribly expensive repairs. So I was stressing out a bit. At that point, Jenny and I decided to get cleaned up and actually do some fun stuff. Jenny wanted to go to Trader Joe’s, so we did that. I bought Laughing Cow Light and all-natural gummi bears. Jenny bought a boatload of unusual snack foods (cassava chips, sweet potato chips, gummi tummies, which are gummy penguins with liquid tummies). I told the cashier that I was excusing the gummi bear purchase because marathoners eat them while running. She replied, “Yes, we do.” So we had a whole discussion about mid-race fueling. Afterward, Jenny and I went to Noodles and Company and I ordered exactly the meal I had intended to have on Thursday. Then we went back to my house, watched “Shaun of the Dead” and ate some of the new snacks.
On Sunday, we went to the farmer’s market for an apple tasting. Honeycrisp is still champ in my book, but I voted for Jonathan as my favorite because HC had it by a landslide already and the Jonathan’s were my second-favorite. The next booth was Zingerman’s, and I bought $12 worth of cheese. Tiny, wee, gourmet cheese handmade at Zingerman’s Creamery. I also bought some new potatoes, peppers and an acorn squash from the actual farmers at the market. When we left the farmer’s market, we went to Target to do a little kid-free shopping. I wanted to try on jeans because every pair of pants I have is much too large and I really have no idea what size I actually wear anymore. I brought in a pair of 16s and a pair of 14s, saying “If the 14s fit, I may need to buy them just on principle.” I tried on the 16s first. They were too loose. I tried on the 14s, and though they were more snug than I usually like, they fit! I took pictures of myself wearing them, and of the size tag. And after putting them back on the shelf (I didn’t want to regret the jeans if I was stuck with a huge auto repair bill), I immediately started in on how I didn’t necessarily trust the size. The jeans had 2% spandex, a tummy concealing panel, and relaxed hip and thigh. I said I needed to try on several other brands/styles before believing it. Nothing like a little self-sabotage to take the wind out of your sails.
I had a great visit with Jenny and was sorry to see her go home. We always say we’ll see each other more often, but it never seems to happen. I need to make more of an effort there.
On Monday, I had to take care of getting the car from the tire/repair place to the dealership. I didn’t manage to have breakfast or pack lunch before heading out for that, so after the dealership, I went to McDonalds. Argh! Then the late breakfast/late arrival at work made me put off having lunch until it was no longer reasonable to go out. I was originally supposed to pick up my niece after cross country practice, but it turned into picking her up after a meet. I was starving, so I went to Burger King. Yikes! NOOO! Afterward, my sister asked me to stay for dinner, which was cheeseburgers and fries. I originally said no, but they looked so good, so I had a burger and a small amount of fries. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?! However, I must add that despite the weekend of eating pretty much whatever I wanted and the day of fatty junk food (both drive-thru and fast food), I only gained about 1.5 pounds and it was totally temporary. According to my scale, I’m back to a half pound below where I was last week. YAY! The situation with the car is a mixed bag. The service guy from the dealership told me that the timing chain did slip and cause damage to the engine. I won’t have my car back until Friday or Monday. But then he also told me what I currently feel are the two sweetest words in the English language: “It’s covered.” Thank God for that 100K mile powertrain warranty! And this week, I am having fun driving an orange 2010 Dodge Caliber, which is like a sporty station wagon and means I can park in a better spot at work.
On top of everything else, my right knee is back to feeling weak, unstable and painful. But now my left ankle has decided that it wants to be hurt, too. It feels like bursitis in the knee and a mild strain in the ankle. Fun! I’m kind of wondering if it’s making the switch from cute summer heels to sensible fall lace-ups. But that could just be that I want to buy new shoes. I also stopped taking glucosamine and chondroitin a week or two ago. I know reports say that g&c doesn’t work, but this makes me wonder.
In any case, the fun and “fun” are over, and it’s time to get back to normal, back to good habits, and back to work!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
She-Hulk calmed down and was rewarded for good behavior with a Lindor peanut butter truffle. Chocolatey-peanut buttery satisfaction and it only made me exceed my goals by 10 calories! And God bless the manufacturers of generic Aleve for taking the pain monster away!
Tonight I'm taking myself to Noodles and Company for dinner before my first Pilates class. I'm planning to have a small Bangkok curry with shrimp, a trio-sized tomato basil bisque, and half of a ciabatta roll. It's all carefully planned out to fit in my goals for the day. It's also a calculated blend of the exotic and the familiar- much like Pilates itself.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
There are good girly days and bad girly days. I am having the latter. Good girly days involve making plans with your friends, dressing in a cute outfit, going shopping, getting drinks, maybe a mani-pedi. It's a day to revel in all that is feminine and, well, girly. Bad girly days are those days when your body forcibly reminds you of everything you hate about being female. They involve bloating, cramps, inconvenience, and rollercoaster mood swings. Days when all you want to do is put on some sweats and open a bag of chips or peanut butter cups and stay at home, alone, watching the TV equivalent of junk food. Anyone who enters the sacred bubble of "lemme alone" gets growled at.
Right now, I am at the "RAHR! HULK SMASH!!" stage of things. I'm at work, I hurt and I almost wish someone would bother me so that I'd have an outlet for my inexplicable rage. But that's not healthy, nor is it in character. So I think I will head to the convenience store and pick up a pack of Reese's to cope. I once figured out that the easiest way to speed a Midol through your system was to chase it with a Peanut Butter Cup McFlurry. It's true. It totally worked like a charm. However, that doesn't exactly fit in with the Sparker Jen mentality I have working for me. I did not get to my lowest weight in 15 years by drowning my sorrows in soft serve mixed with candy. I also didn't get here with the help of Taco Bell, which is my other monster craving. OMG, grease! We had such a great and tragic love story! I used to say I owed my hips to cheese. Well, I owe my badass to running and healthy food, doggone it, and I like my badass a whole lot more than I like my hips.
I just wish I didn't feel like TOM was interfering with my life so much. I'm pretty sure 80% of feeling awful earlier this week was PMS-related. I've had a rumbly tummy since early Monday morning and that's why I missed work that day (hence why I am at work today instead of watching "House" reruns in my jammies). I haven't felt truly well since then. Last night, I did my half hour run as planned. Man, was it a bad run. I don't get it. I ran 6 miles on Saturday with no problems at all. And I mean, AT ALL. I felt good and strong all the way through. Last night, 2.37 miles was a painful struggle. I frequently cut my running intervals short. I nursed a side stitch from about 8 minutes into the run. I never found my groove and it shows in my pace. And this morning, my knees are sore, sore, sore.
I'm thinking a well-timed Aleve could knock out a few of today's problems without much of a fuss. And I really am planning on some *medicinal* chocolate (ahem). I know that in a perfect world, I should have spent the last week preparing for this with leafy greens, no caffeine, calcium and magnesium. But I didn't and now She-Hulk wants chocolate.
She-Hulk also wants to be calmed down in time for her first Pilates class tonight. I have a feeling the instructor wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
Get An Email Alert Each Time JENELOPE Posts