Posts Tagged With: 1/2 Marathon

Day 9: Not doing the list

Day 9Day 9: ———-

So today was supposed to be about 10 pet peeves, but I have to say that my heart is heavy given what happened yesterday in Boston. I sat at my desk working with Facebook open on one of my screens, watching as a running group I used to be a part of was calling off members as they crossed the finish line in Boston, liking the posts as they popped up. I said a little “YAY!” as I saw them start rolling in. And then I started to see the reports of an explosion, maybe two at the finish line. Confusion. My brain tried to understand, figure out what could have exploded, hoping that there were no people hurt. I will say in the rainbow and sunshine brain of mine, I imagined that the explosion was no where near people and it was some freak accident. And then I started to hear the reports of planted bombs and my heart broke. The news reports were constant. The numbers of dead and hurt rose quickly. Pictures popped up on the television and all over social media.

I think this hit me a little harder because this happened in my community, within my running family. Lace up your tennis shoes and go running anywhere and when you encounter another runner, you will be met with a raised hand, a nod of the head, a smile, some sort of “hey, I see you.” It’s just what you do. And you don’t have to be a runner to understand thisย camaraderie. It’s the same with boaters, bikers, Jeep owners, and more I am sure I am not even aware of. We may not know each other but we recognize we still have a relationship and it is one of the things that I love about being in the running community. We share the same heart.

So when I started to hear about the damage done by some evil person, my heart sank. As much as I wanted to understand what happened, I stayed away from the television and internet all together last night. Like I told my very crushed daughter this morning, there is no understanding evil. She too is part of this community. In less then 2 weeks, I will be running in the Music City Marathon and she will be volunteering at the finish line. She will be the one that will put my finisher’s medal around my neck. As we were looking towards that day, we were excited but that was still clouded by the pain we felt for those in Boston.

And so today, my mind and heart is with Boston. And when I run in two weeks, I run for not only my little Newton angel, I will also run for Boston. For an extended family whose beautiful, celebration filled day was stolen by evil.

~~Til the next time…


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loss & blog title change (more getting personal)…

These last couple of weeks have just happened to be filled with loss on very different levels, but loss none the less. One thing about me is that I thrive on consistency. I love the harmony of my very busy life. One wrong note though and it will throw me off completely. It can be something as little as missing boot camp (like this morning) and it throws my day off.

Well, about two weeks ago, a friendship ended, a week ago I found out that I can not run in the marathon and a few days later I learned that a sweet girl from work passed away. Last night, I received more news that has me worried. Hard. Very hard. To be honest, it felt like blows to the chest. It seemed that when I got my feet back underneath me, something else came around the corner. I spent the better part of two weeks spaced out, more to keep from getting emotional. Happy, I could do but to think of any of the above mentioned incidences left me of the verge of tears, if not actually crying, so I tried to not think about it. I did find moments to grieve each thing when I was alone but unfortunately for my sweet daughter, Kyle, sometimes a song on the radio would trigger the tears to fall. Thankfully I’m blessed and she would give me a hug and an “I love you” as a reminder.

With the loss of my chance to run the marathon, I had thought about ending this little blog, but I looked at it and realized that what started out as a blog about my marathon training has turned into something else. I’ve also found that I like recording little moments on this blog. The last blog I had, I downloaded and turned into a book to keep as kind of a memory book of last year. And even though I am not going to be able to run the marathon, there are still other things that I will be doing that provide enough fodder for this blog. Boot camp alone provides enough stories to share. And then there are moments like this where I choose to open up a little. I take it as more practice on my decision in my “Getting Personal” post of not keeping everything to myself. ๐Ÿ™‚ So now you know why My 1st Marathon has turned into Pieces of Randomness.

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What’s your favorite color?

I am the proud mother of girls. At the same time, I am convinced that I should have been the proud mother of boys. Why? Because as a woman, I think I have more testosterone than the average woman. I don’t like shopping. I love football, both college (Hook’em Horns!) and professional (Who Dat!). I am a little (teeny, tiny) bit competitive. Even my Words with Friends games can get a little bit stressful. I talk way too much smack, especially since I probably can’t back up most of what I’m saying. I can hang out with the boys and talk s**t and not feel the least bit out of place. I’ve had some say that they forget I’m a girl. Don’t know if that’s good or bad. ๐Ÿ™‚ I don’t do drama and I’m more of a pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on kinda girl. But still a girl and a mother to girls.

So yesterday, I was telling a friend of mine about an encounter with one of my daughters. She was distraught over a lost relationship with a boy that she honestly barely knew. I was puzzled but tried to be supportive. I asked her why she was so upset. Her answer??


Tears were streaming down her face. This was a boy that she knew for less than a month. Love?!?!? Okay. Me being the type of mother that I am, I asked the following question. Remember, I think that I am being supportive. And at the same time, I am wanting to impart a life lesson. Uh huh…this is going to go well.

ME: “Well, sweetie. What was this boy’s favorite color?”

HER: “What?”

ME: “What was his favorite color?”

HER: “I don’t know” (hands thrown in the air, eyes rolling)

ME: “Well, if you didn’t know something as basic as what his favorite color was, I just don’t think it was love.”

Supportive, huh??? I went on to tell her that loving someone was a special, precious thing that developed over time as two people learned more and more about each other and it was not like someone saying they loved spicy Cheetos. Can you feel the gentleness with which I was handling the situation? Yeeeeeeeah….

Well, I was telling my friend, Kris, about this conversation as we were walking to Starbucks yesterday to which she told me that her husband didn’t have a favorite color. I looked at her puzzled and thought, the man has NO preference towards color. As a painter, this thought baffled me. She must have picked up on that because she told me to text her husband to confirm this. I shot off the text and waited. My phone buzzed to alert me that I had received a text.


I turned my phone towards my friend and told her that she was in trouble. Her instant and very passionate reply was “He’s lying!” She told me that the only reason he told me a color was because he felt like he should. So then I sent off another text asking if that was actually his favorite color or if he felt the need to tell me a color because I asked. He told me that his colors were blue and black, in his words “the colors of pain”. HA!! You will have to read the rest on my friends blog here. It’s funny! In a nutshell, they have been together for 23 years and for the whole time, not only did she not know what his favorite color was, she wasn’t even aware that he had one. The best part of the whole ordeal was when she had me test his knowledge of her favorite color and without hesitation he named it off….red. She was so busted!! And slightly perturbed. I on the other hand found it hysterical! She tried to blow it off as being a natural phenomenon, but every friend we passed in the halls on our way back knew the answer to that question. I also had to poke fun at her expense and remind her that the guy that I had just started dating not only got me flowers, but got me flowers in burnt orange, the color of my favorite team…cuz he was paying attention. She was not happy with that little bit of information. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Now by no means am I saying that if you don’t know what your significant other’s favorite color is, you must not be in love. What I am saying is that if you don’t know the basics of what is important to the other person, I find it hard to believe that you love them. How do you know you love them when you don’t even know them?

Last thing…I know Kris and her husband and I KNOW those two love each other. I have pictures that I took of them without them knowing and you can see it all over their faces while they were talking to one another. She may not have known his favorite color, but she knows what is important to him. What makes him happy. And that’s what matters. It was just funny to rehash her reaction to the whole thing! In a public setting. If you haven’t, read her blog posting. It’s priceless!!

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I’m a pain junkie???

Last week was a such a crazy week! I’m convinced that there was a week long full moon. Monday morning I went to boot camp like normal, but unfortunately I had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep that night. When my alarm rang at 4:15a, I seriously considered changing it for 2 hours later and skipping boot camp, but I always feel guilty when I do and I actually don’t feel well, so I dragged myself out of bed and went to boot camp. Instead of sitting on the floor and stretching like I normally do, I just sat on the floor, waiting for the class to start. I struggled through the class but as it progressed I started to wake up. Thank God for endorphins!! The day was a just a blur of crazy. At about 6p, I had had enough. I called my friend, Kris, and blah, blah, blah’d at supersonic speed to which she replied, “Come have a drink”. Umm, OKAY! I drove out to her house and we gathered up her husband and went to my favorite bar and talked and laughed the stress of the day away.

Tuesday morning came bright and early and when my alarm rang at 4:15a, I reset it for 6a and went back to sleep. I didn’t feel guilty that day since I already knew that I would be hitting the Saturday boot camp class with my friend, Lauren, and was going to skip a weekday class anyways. The rest of the week progressed at breakneck speed and before I knew it, Friday had come. Lauren came by my desk during the day and we made plans about the next morning’s class and grabbing lunch afterward. She then asked me if a friend of ours, Kris, would be joining us. I told her no. A slow, devious smile crossed her face and she walked around the corner to Kris’ desk. When she came back to my desk to gather her stuff, she told me that she had asked Kris to join us. Now, I have teased Kris here and there about joining me for a boot camp class, if for nothing else, to understand why there are days that I come in limping and cringing. She had, up to that point, very gracefully told me “Uh, no!” What started out as a serious request, had slowly turned into jokes just to see her reaction as time had passed. Insert Lauren. She was one of my friends that had joined me at boot camp the week before. She was also one of the friends that told me that it hurt to breathe when I saw her on the Tuesday after.That night, I posted on Facebook that a couple of my friends were joining me at boot camp the next morning and linked them all. The comments that followed were priceless! Finally, Lauren broke Kris down with the best guilt trip I had read in ages and Kris relented. It probably didn’t help that her husband joined in egging her on. ๐Ÿ™‚

Saturday morning, I woke up and did my long run (6 miles!!) and started texting Kris to talk about where we were going to meet and I also sent her one text that included an out. I told her that if she really didn’t want to go to boot camp, she didn’t have to and I wouldn’t give her any grief for skipping. She replied back that she would be there and would meet me at D1. Alrighty. Game on!!!

I met Lauren and Kris at D1 and we gathered on the field, waiting for class to start. Kris said something about possibly looking foolish to which one of my weekday classmates replied that we were all about to be in so much pain that the only thing anyone would be focused on would be themselves as they either “prayed or cursed”. I couldn’t have said it any better. Class started and the hour passed us by. For me and my other weekday classmates, the class was an easy one (I found out this week that I am not in boot camp, but in boot camp extreme! Blog about this to follow. :)). For my two friends, they were in different levels of agony. When we were finished, there was a little soreness but all seemed fine as we headed off to lunch. As the day progressed, my mind kept going to Kris and I was worried about her level of pain but I resisted the urge to call her.

On Sunday, I called her about mid-day to check on her. She was very, very sore. The bad thing is that day one hurts, but day two kills! The pain she was feeling on Sunday was nothing compared to what she was going to feel on Monday. She is a fellow blogger and decided to blog about her first experience with boot camp and the fall out. You can check it out here.When I came into work this morning, she told me that she had written this so I opened it to get her perspective.

It was very funny. And sweet. Well until you get to the part where she calls me a pain junkie. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Here’s the first paragraph…

“So I have this fabulous friend that is not only awesome, she looks awesome! Whatโ€™s her secret? Oh Iโ€™m sure she has many, but one of them is that she is training for a marathon and attends exercise boot camp five days a week. Not that I think she needs it. When she started going to boot camp, I had the joys of watching her struggle just to move while โ€œowโ€ and โ€œohโ€ became a part of every tiny move she made. It was especially comical when she came to my house (which has lots of stairs) and she had to go up and down the stairs. She has been attending boot camp for about one month now, and has finally gotten used to it to where she is able to get through most weeks with little pain. But, I still think she is a pain junkie.”

The funniest part, though, is watching her very slowly hobble her way around the office. She experienced me when I had started boot camp and my difficulty in getting around and now completely understands. Her laughter at me has now been replaced with my laughter at her. I feel bad for her, but like I told my fellow boot camper, “S”, it is so funny when it is happening to someone other than me. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m glad she came out with Lauren and I. We had a lot of fun on Saturday. And despite her pain, we are still friends, which is a good thing since I really like her. I guess if you had to ask her, the lesson would be 1) I’m a pain junkie and 2) being my friend hurts. But her very, very smart husband says that “I’m a good influence” and I’m choosing to believe him over her. ๐Ÿ˜‰ So, who’s up for a little boot camp????

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Getting personal and why I do what I do….

Anyone that really knows me also knows that I am not quick with talk about my personal inner workings. I have a tendency to keep it close and work things out by myself. Great, happy things that are going on, I feel free to talk about, but let it be something hard, a struggle I am facing and I am locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I am never surprised at the shocked faces when friends slowly find out things that have happened months prior. And it usually happens with a “oh and this thing happened. Blah. Blah. Blah” followed by a quick “hold the heck on” from my friends. I am currently working to change that.

Last night, in the course of a conversation, I did the same thing to yet another person. As we were talking, I said something about being a cancer survivor. Shock crossed his face. “What?!?” My response? “I thought I told you.” And then I went on to tell him my story, answering any questions he had along the way.

I also told him that I had a cancer scare last year. During that scare, on the outside, I was very much “it’s nothing”. On the inside, I was scared as hell. My cousin died of breast cancer at a very young age. Every scare I have had along my journey was magnified when my doctors were told about this fact. The most common response was “that is way too young”. The way they treated me and my illness was always with that in mind and I am grateful. Any occurrence was usually found early and dealt with little invasion to my body or my life. While I was irritated about having to possess specialists and see them far more frequently than I cared (and I’m sure far more frequently than my insurance company cared for), it was always the reason things were discovered and dealt with so early.

Now of course I had some meltdowns along the way last year, but for the most part I kept a positive or at least a “positive” attitude. In October, one week after my 33rd birthday, I had surgery to take out the mass that was in question. The surgery was walk-in (love the advances of medicine!) and when the tests were completed, the results came back benign. After 7 months, I could finally breathe easy again.

5 months later, all I have left from that is a little scar that will fade over time but is a constant reminder of just how fragile life really is. I see the scar everyday and it has really affected my way of thinking. In January, I decided that I was going to join Team Rio and finally run the half marathon that I have been dying to run for almost 8 years now. In February, in an effort to aid my marathon training and my well-being all together, I joined D1 for a year to do boot camp 5 days a week. I’ve committed to a golf scramble in March. I am going to go skydiving this summer with a friend of mine (yes, I am jumping out of a perfectly functioning plane). I am doing the Warrior Dash with her in September, as well. I tell my friends that I love them when I get off the phone with them or when we part ways because I don’t want them to wonder how I feel about them for a second. I am meeting new people and forming new relationship because I refuse to let fear get in my way anymore. Wow! I am starting to feel like a Tim McGraw song!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Ultimately, I’ve decided that I am going to try to live like I have a million tomorrows and at the same time, live like today is my last. I want to make every second count because really I’m not guaranteed my next. And if I live to be 100, I don’t want to look back wishing I had done something that I let slip by, regretting time not spent with people I enjoyed, not loving people fully because fear and pride got in the way. I want to look back and know I lived to the fullest of my ability.

So call me crazy because of the things I’ve gotten myself involved with. Look at my schedule and wonder what the heck I am thinking. But I will tell you one thing, I am loving my life right now. I can’t tell you the last time I have felt this content and at peace. I may be busy and on the go, but I am not living in “oh, I wish I had” moments anymore. I am working on opening myself up to whatever the world is going to bring me and taking on life’s lessons along the way. This is really why I do what I do.

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Two days off and torturing my friends…

Last Saturday on my run, I twisted my knee. It didn’t feel all that bad that day and I really wanted to go have fun at 80’s night, so I dressed up and went out and had fun. Sunday, I still really wasn’t feeling any pain in my knee. To be honest though, I was still very sore from my workouts at boot camp from the week before so I couldn’t really tell you if I had pain in my knee or not. All I knew was that I wasn’t feeling any pain there at the moment. Woke up on Monday and went into boot camp. Mondays are upper body so I really didn’t work that knee too much. Tuesday I didn’t wake up for boot camp but I decided to make it up by hitting the 6p class. When I got there, I found out that the class was going to do lower body instead of the cardio that my class did on Tuesdays. I should have just got back in my car and went home and showed up for my Wednesday class, but like the junkie I am, I decided to stay and do the class. Wednesday morning, I showed up to my regular class and like I already knew, we were going to do lower body. That would make 2 lower body workouts in less that 12 hours. Bad move!! When the class was over, I was beginning to limp around and my knee was KILLING me. As the day progressed, my knee got worse. I spent the day with my knee wrapped, iced when I was sitting at my desk and limping around when I wasn’t. To make matters worse, I decided to wear 4 inch heels to work that day. Uh huh. 4 INCH HEELS! By the time I got home, my knee was throbbing with pain. Needless to say, I made the decision to not go to boot camp on Thursday morning. It killed me to think of skipping, but I really didn’t have a choice. I could no longer walk like a normal person. I will say, though, that I set my alarm for my normal boot camp wake up in the hopes of feeling well enough to go. When my alarm rang, I shut it off and reset it for another hour and half. ๐Ÿ™‚

All day Thursday, I kept my knee wrapped and iced and wore flip flops to work (which is frowned upon). By the time I got home, my knee was feeling better and I was actually hoping that I could make my Friday bootcamp, especially since that has become my favorite day of the week. I set my alarm before I went to bed and also set up another alarm for an hour and half later, just in case I woke up not feeling like I could do it. I am so glad I set up that second alarm! I must have shut off that first alarm in my sleep because when I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, it was 5:44a. DANG IT!!!! I missed my class! I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for work, now in a bad mood. I was feeling better and had I woken up on time, I would have gone to boot camp. I guess my body decided to override my brain. It was for the best in the end as I really needed to rest my knee for another day.

During the day on Friday, a friend and I got into a conversation about her coming to boot camp with me. As the day went on, we had settled on getting together on Saturday for the 10a class for her to try out and for me to make up my missed classes. Yes!! It was made even better by the rescheduling of my long run due to weather. I wouldn’t have to skip the run to make boot camp. On Saturday morning, I got a text that not only was my friend coming, another one of my friends would be joining her. This was going to be awesome!! As I was waiting for the both of them to show up to D1, I was getting more and more excited. Not only were they joining me for something I considered fun, I finally felt well enough to participate in the class fully. ๐Ÿ™‚ My only reservation was that boot camp was hard….really hard! I was just hoping that they would still be friends with me after the whole ordeal was over. We started the class by running two laps that involved stairs. Just think of it as the wuss’ version of Rocky. We then stretched out and I turned to my friends and said “and now it begins”. Their response was priceless.

“We haven’t started?!?!”

I laughed and we moved on with class. They were awesome!! It was awesome having them in there as well! We talked and laughed as we went through the hour. It made the class that much more fun for me. At the end, one of my friends decided that she was going to look into joining, which of course got me really excited! It would be great to have another friend there, especially one that I would actually get to work out with. And she cracks me up! A very welcome addition to what I already consider a fun time. Turns out that I only partially put my friends through torture. “L” at least enjoyed it enough to look into a membership. It’s been a weird several days all surrounding one little injury, but I am good now and am looking forward to getting back into my normal routine. Greg, my coach at D1, says that next week we’ll be back to our normal and very hard routine. All I have to say to that is BRING IT!

6 mile long run tomorrow!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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And now I’ve added a golf tournament… :)

On Friday, I got a text that said “We’re going to 80’s night tomorrow and we are dressing up!” ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Oh, yessssssss!! I ran over to my friend’s desk and asked her if she was doing anything that night because I needed her help in acquiring a few more items and it’s always more fun to go running around with a friend. That night, while we were combing the racks for 80’s fun stuff, my phone rang. It was a friend of mine that I hadn’t talked to in a couple of weeks so I took the call.

After a little catching up, she asked if I would be interested in doing a golf tournament with her. I asked her if she cared about winning, to which she replied no, and then I told her that I was in. Sounded like fun and since neither one of us cared about winning or losing, it made it even better. Now, I must be crazy! I have boot camp, training for a marathon, full-time job, full-time student, full-time mom, my tiny little social life and now I’ve added a golf tournament. Yeah, I’m crazy. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thankfully there is a driving range near my house, but I haven’t figured out just when I will have the time to go over there to hit some golf balls. I told my fellow boot camp crazy, “S”, about doing the golf tournament and he suggested that we both hit the range together since he is a golfer. It’s probably going to be the only time we get to hang out since I keep cramming stuff into my already busy life. I’m also hoping he can help me out since me playing golf is going to be ridiculously funny. So, yeah. My already busy, crazy life just got crazier but I have to say, I am having the best time! I love my life!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh, and up to 8 miles as of this past Saturday. Woot!!! And the 80’s night was sensational!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Marathoning and Boot Camping

First off I want to ask “Where did January and February go??” I can’t believe that next Tuesday it will be March already. It feels like I was just celebrating Christmas. I guess it is true…time flies when you are having fun! Which brings me to my marathoning and boot camping. I know that is not what it is called but for whatever reason, it just sounds like more fun. ๐Ÿ™‚ Now don’t get me wrong, I am loving every second of it but today…right now, I am in PAIN! As I was riding into work this morning on the very bumpy bus, I thought about how I was not going to be able to walk around today and how all of my co-workers would laugh at me. They think I’m crazy for doing boot camp, especially while training for the 1/2 marathon. Actually, all but two of my friends think I am crazy. I told “S”, one of the two that doesn’t think I’m crazy, earlier this week that he was the only one that understood me when it came to this, but then again, he was the one that told me about the boot camp. And he also goes to boot camp as much as I do. I think secretly he’s a recruiter for D1 and is refusing to tell me. Ha!! BUT, I love it. I don’t think I have ever been involved in something that I am this excited about. So let’s see if I can explain any of it in a somewhat sane way. ๐Ÿ™‚

First off, here is my schedule for the week:

  • Monday-AM: Boot Camp-Upper Bodyย ย ย ย  PM: Marathon miles
  • Tuesday-AM: Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Wednesday-AM: Boot Camp-Lower Bodyย ย ย ย  PM: Marathon miles
  • Thursday-AM:Boot Camp-Cardio
  • Friday-AM: Boot Camp-Total Body (Obstacle Course!!! :))
  • Saturday: AM: Long Run (Marathon)
  • Sunday: REST

Uh huh! And somewhere in between, I work a full-time job, I am a full-time student, full-time mom and have a social life. Ah, crap….now I’m tired. ๐Ÿ™‚ I know what you’re thinking, “This girl is crazy!” But now let me explain just why I love what I am doing.

I started training for the 1/2 marathon in January. At first it was painful and I didn’t know anyone in the running group that I had joined. Now, I am just over 2 months away from the marathon and am slowly getting to know the people in my group. This last Saturday after the long run, a group of us were sitting around talking and we discovered that we are all Longhorns fans (Hook ’em!). Well, all but one of us, and I told her I’d pray for her eventual salvation. ๐Ÿ™‚ 5 new friends! It is also so nice that as I am pushing through these long runs (up to 7 miles after last Saturday), I am running with a great and supportive group. It seems that just when it is getting rough for me, around the corner comes someone from my group to give me a smile, a wave, a “You’re doing great!”, a “You’re almost there!”, and when I get to the end, there are people there, all breathing heavy from the run with a ready word of encouragement and I do the same for all of them. I have a supportive community in my running group, which makes it all the more easy to get up on Saturday and head to our location and get it done. I love it!

Now boot camp. Phew! I think this is the one that seems to get everyone. This came about because I seemed to get to a point in my marathon training where I hit a wall. I was not just struggling to get past a certain mileage, I couldn’t do it at all. My body would begin to betray me and I would have to stop. One of the running coaches in my group is a boot camp instructor and I mentioned to my fellow boot camp crazy,”S”, that I was going to look into starting boot camp to see if I could trick my body back into adding mileage. That is when he suggested that I try out the boot camp that he does at D1. Sure thing! I want to say up front that I did not go into this blindly. I remembered all our conversations when he started back after a long break. Every text about boot camp was one of pain. I knew this was not going to be easy, but I was willing to give it a try. As evidenced in my previous boot camp posts, it hurt and it hurt BAD. After my first day, I had difficulty walking for 3 days. 3DAYS!!! But I went back. I tried out the 5am class that I would do if I decided to join and LOVED it! My fellow boot campers are die hards so I push myself harder than I think I would do on my own. My coach is hysterical and trust me, it makes it easier to get through the class when you can laugh. My classmates are pretty awesome people. We have fun every morning, despite the pain. There are conversations going the whole hour. Social ones, ones about our pain, encouraging words…it’s pretty fantastic. The best part of this boot camp is that the words spoken by the staff are all encouraging. There is never a negative response to what you are doing. I hear “you can do it”, “push harder”, “just a couple more”, etc and it helps me to go a little farther than I want to. When I was injured, they modified the exercises so that I could still participate and never made me feel bad for a second. I literally roll out of bed at 4:15am every weekday (because it hurts too much to get up like a normal person :)), and get ready for boot camp with a smile on my face knowing that I am about to start my day with these people to work hard and play hard at what is right now one of my favorite places to be.

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Days 35-38: Injuries and a Massage

I don’t know precisely how I did it, but I did something to my quad. Thinking it was just a sore muscle, I ran and did boot camp like I normally did. By the time Saturday rolled around, I knew without a doubt that I had injured that muscle but I wasn’t sure of the extent. Even worse, I was feeling something going on with my IT band. When I got to my long run, I went to my coach and told her what was going on and we talked about what I needed to do. One of them was to go get a professional massage. Another was to walk my 6 miles that morning. That was not a happy place for me. That also left me with a lot of time to think about the injury and I started to get worried that I might not be able to run the halfย  marathon. When I got done with the long run (walk), I hopped in my car and headed to boot camp knowing that they may not let me workout, but I was going to go in and see if they would modify the workout for me. During the drive down, I called and scheduled my massage. The only thing they had that day was a 30 minute. I took it.

When I got to boot camp, I went to the coach that was going to be leading our class and explained that I was hurt and was going to get a massage later to see if that was going to help. I also asked if I could still workout with a modified workout. He was awesome! He said yes and as the class progressed, whenever I got to an exercise that I couldn’t do, he substituted it with something I could do. I got done with the hour and left to run errands until my massage.

4pm rolled around and at that point I limped through the door for my massage. The girl that did my massage was great. We talked about what was going on and decided together that she was going to dedicate the whole 20 minutes on my quad and IT. When she started, she quickly decided that the whole of my problem was my quad and that was irritating my IT. Phew! She also said that she was convinced that she could work out most of the pain in that muscle. She started out gentle which still hurt but when she started going after that muscle, I wanted to cry. The pain was ridiculous, but I went to my happy place and pushed through the pain. When she was done, 75% of that muscle was back to normal. That girl was awesome. I would have hugged her but she didn’t look the type. ๐Ÿ™‚

On Sunday, I did absolutely nothing. On Monday, I went to my 5am boot camp, again with a modified exercise program. Luckily, it was upper body so there wasn’t too much that needed to be changed. This morning, I again showed up to boot camp. Today is circuit training day. I did what I could as I am now starting to feel a little more normal with little substitutions here and there, which gives me hope. I am hoping that by Saturday’s long run (7 miles!!!), I will be able to run it instead of walking it again. Here’s hoping… ๐Ÿ™‚ If nothing else, that may just mean another massage on Saturday.

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Days 31 & 32

Day 31: I took to the treadmill, still very sore, and was determined to run my miles. I had 3 miles for that night and thought that it was not going to happen. I had been telling friends of mine that I was sore from the eyebrows down from boot camp on Saturday. I was still feeling it on Tuesday, but I went to run anyways. It started out as usual. A little tight, a little sore but about a mile in, I guess the endorphins kicked in and the pain lessened to the point that I no longer noticed it. I completed my 3 miles and then did a quarter mile to cool down. I took extra time to stretch completely before heading to my car to go home.Training miles down!!

Day 32: My alarm went off at 4:15am and I rolled out of bed with much hesitation. It was waaaaaay too early to be awake! I had boot camp at 5am and it was going to take me about 30 minutes to make it down to D1, even in the early morning hour. I quickly got dressed, grabbed a yogurt and bottle of juice and headed out the door.ย  I made it to D1 a little early and the lights were still out in the building and there were other people still sitting in their cars waiting so I did the same. A little after 5am, the lights came on inside the building and about 8 of us got out of our cars and headed in. Still sore from the weekend, boot camp was really rough. To make matters worse, during one of the exercise drills, I tweaked my IT band in my right thigh and had to pull way back during the rest of the hour. But I finished!! Sore and with my right thigh hurting, I headed off to work. Later that day a nurse friend of mine who had previously trained and ran a marathon came in and I told her my issue. She very quickly told me what stretches I needed to do as it sounded like I locked that muscle up instead of hurting it like I had originally thought. I was so happy to hear that! I did not want to be out of commission for any length of time, or worse be unable to run the marathon due to an injury. That night, I did the stretches and during the second stretch I felt my muscle immediately relax. Oh sweet relief!

Tomorrow, I have a 6 mile long run, in the cold and snow, and then I have boot camp immediately after. Yes it sounds crazy but I am excited about both and can’t wait for my alarm to ring in the morning to start my day. ๐Ÿ™‚

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