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I’m Back!

 

It’s been a while since I wrote a blog post here.  Almost a year.

The last time I wrote, I had to stop marathon training, because I had a fallen arch.  Ouch!

It was hard for me to have to stop marathon training and let my arch heal.  It definitely was a set back.

Around this same time last year, I decided I was going to start my own business.  I’m an accountant by day, and spent many months getting that ready, to start my own accounting business. My busiest time is January, and I was working 80, and 90 hour weeks.  Right as it started to slow down, my arch was feeling better, I was in a car accident.

It wasn’t the drivers fault- I was the passenger, but someone was trying to make a left turn, and didn’t have enough time.  They crashed into us, head on.  As a result, I had a lot of shoulder, neck pain, and whiplash.

I worked for several months with a chiropractor and acupuncturist. I could run for about 2 miles, every few days, or my shoulders and neck would have a lot of pain.

Sometimes it seems like one step forward two steps back.  I was struggling to run 2 miles.  A marathon seemed like a lifetime ago.

I did amp up my bike riding. I really liked that.  In my heart, I knew I wasn’t done running, but I had to get healthy again.

So…. I’m back. I’m healthy.  I’ve had no arch pain in months. My neck and shoulders are healed from car accident. I’m back to running. I’m not as fast as I was, but I’m back out there.

I’m sadly, not wearing minimalist shoes- my Vibrams.  I loved them.  But my arches need more support.  I’m currently running with my really old, torn up pair of North Face Ultra Killowatt. They are a minimalist shoe. I took out the insert and replaced it with the green Superfeet insert, and my feet feel great.

All this time, I’ve not given up on my running.  I knew I would be back. I just didn’t know how.  But I do now.  For now, a marathon training is too much for me.  I am really busy with my business, and my kids.  I feel in my heart, I will run a marathon one day, but right now, just isn’t the time.

The distance I’ve always loved, and excelled at was the 5K.  However, I’ve ran so many 5K’s, I got burnt out on the racing.  But I love the distance. I really think that is my race.  The distance is challenging, so is being fast, and pacing yourself to be fast.  The 5K is what got me running in the first place.  After I had recovered somewhat from my thyroid cancer surgery and treatments.  The 5K has a special place in my heart as a runner. It’s the distance where I learned I could do what I wanted.  My body, could achieve what I wanted it to do, and cancer didn’t define me.

I decided running a few weeks ago, I’m ready again.  Ready to see if I can place in a 5K distance. I’ve never been able to achieve that before. On some race days, ironically, if I had been YOUNGER, I would have placed.  But you have to run the race, that day, in your age group.

I’m going to be 45 in October.  I can’t think of a better 45th birthday gift to myself, to be out training again, increasing my speed, watching myself as runner, mentally preparing….to see if I can place for my age group.

I’m going to visit my sister in Seattle my birthday  weekend.  That is where I’m going to run the 5K.  I’ve always wanted to run a race at sea level, since I’m in Colorado.  No better time than the present.  But Seattle is not an easy running ground. Lots of hills.  It gives me motivation to dig deep and find that place in me again…where I want it. Where I’m willing to do what it takes to place.

I’ve realized, life and running should be fun. I’m having fun on my runs. I wouldn’t be caught dead without my Garmin before. Now, I seldom use it. If I’m running a new route and want to know the distance, I’ll take it. Or on interval runs.  But these days, I’m not running to a watch. I’m running for me, and just taking it all in.  Happy and appreciative I can.

Life has its up’s and down’s. We never know what is around the bend.  Good or bad, expected, or unexpected.  I still feel the freest when I’m running. It’s just me and what I decide I can do.  It feels good. This is me.  I’m back.

I receive the notices that X amount of people viewed blog and FB. I really appreciate it. I’ve not written in almost a year. To know that people check in. It’s very inspiring.  Thank you. I’ve always tried to run for people who can’t. It’s a huge motivation for me.

I plan to blog about my training for this 5K in October.  I will be honored if you follow my journey. I hope you keep reaching for yours too. No matter what.  It’s only ever done, if you quit. Life is too fun to quit on your dreams. They may not come in the manner or time when we thought, but everything we do, to achieve them, is not wasted.

Set a goal, and work towards it. No matter how long it takes. That is the journey, that is so fun.  I believe for myself, if I have fun along the way the goal will be achieved.  How could it not?

You Have To Dream…

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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written a blog post. I was gone for five days to Canada, for a little mini-vacation with some friends.

I’ve been biking like crazy, mostly stationary, to keep my cardio up while my fallen arch foot heals.  I’ve been fully optimistic and confident that my foot would be healed in time for me to get back on track for the marathon in November.

I did a lot of walking in Canada.  The day after I got home, my legs were in a lot of pain. I could barely walk. I think I compensated so much, to not have the arch pain while walking, it just strained my other leg muscles.

Like a sunset setting on the horizon, as it is in the picture, I was beginning to see my dream of the marathon slipping away on the horizon- for now.

It’s one thing to be optimistic and not to give up.  But it’s another thing when you can barely walk, and know you have to push your body way beyond what it can do with a significant injury.  I needed to be running serious mileage right now. Instead, I could barely walk without some type of pain.  The reality is for now, my foot is not healing at the pace I need it to be to run 26+ miles in less than 2 months.

I just couldn’t give up on it though completely. I was still holding out hope, that maybe I would find a way. I’m determined, if nothing else.  Yet, I know- you can’t run a marathon with a foot injury.  I could risk much greater injury and a much longer recovery time.

A few days after I got back from Canada, I woke up, with a weird itchy spot on my forehead- above my left eyebrow.  It felt like an intense mosquito bite, but itched way more. I looked at it closely, and I saw two little puncture marks- like fangs marks there. I concluded I got bit by a spider.  It was itchy the entire day.

The next day I woke up and my forehead was swollen.  The area had turned into a rash, and was turning black.  The entire left side of my face had serious pain- like I had been hit with a baseball bat.  But just on that side of my face. My right side was fine.  There was a “pins and needles” sensation now at the rash site.  My neck lymph nodes (what are left from my cancer neck dissection) were swollen like golf balls.

I Googled home remedies for spider bites, and the only thing that relived the intense itching was a baking soda and water paste.  I was glad it was a Sunday, and I had no place to be, because I left that paste on the rash site the entire day.

I went to work on Monday, but I could tell, this was not getting better. It was getting worse, and I was starting feel like I had the flu.

I called my doctor and got in.  She examined the rash thoroughly and concluded I likely had an infected insect bite, and prescribed antibiotics.  She recommended Zyrtec for the itching.

Within a few hours of taking the first dose of antibiotics, I felt somewhat better.  I noticed my lymph nodes were going down. Then I got a call from my doctor. She said as she was thinking about it, she was concerned  I could have a mild case of shingles.  She said many of the symptoms I had, were like shingles, but not all of them.  I told her the antibiotics were making me feel better for now. She said that was good, but if any rash appeared on my eyelid, or in my eye, go the ER.  I may need antibiotics via IV, or it could be shingles.

I was really surprised. I thought only really old people got shingles.  I have learned since, that isn’t the case.  I Googled it when I got home, and I didn’t feel like I had shingles.  I had some symptoms like she said, but not all of them.

Two days later I woke up, with my left eye entirely swollen shut. I felt like I had a light case of the flu, but no fever.  I had two new tiny patches of the rash on the left side.  The pain in my face was very intense.  I guess at that point, I realized I probably did have shingles. I debated just going to the ER, like my doctor said, but other than my eye being swollen, there was nothing on my eye itself. The new rashes were much higher on my forehead.

I called my doctor’s office and they said to come in, with the understanding my doctor may send me to the ER for the IV antibiotics.  I came in and this time my doctor felt I definitely had a “mild” case of shingles.  However, she said the rash still didn’t look like a typical shingles rash.  She tried to get fluid from the rash, which is common in shingles, so she could send it in for a culture, but as hard as she tried, she couldn’t get any fluid to sample. She said that was really odd.  But she prescribed me an antiviral medicine used to treat shingles and said she didn’t know for sure.  She was confident I had the bacterial infection and either a mild case of shingles, or a viral infection too. She said I could have had a viral infection starting, got bit by something, bacteria entered, so that is how I ended up with both.  Either way, she said she didn’t feel I needed to go to the ER.

Walking out of her office, hobbling back to my car, I just had to laugh. Or cry. I chose to laugh, and shed a few tears, so I guess I did both.  What are the chances, I’d get a foot injury and this weird infection / shingles? I knew then, and accepted it.  My immunity was down now too, and it was just not going to be a wise decision to try to heal my foot, get over shingles / weird infection, and then start immediately running or keeping up with biking and training.  My body was speaking loud and clear to me.  I’ve learned to listen.  It is a “No” to the marathon for now.

A week later, I feel 100% again. I have the original rash, lingering, and the scabs are black. It’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, but a band-aid covers it, and no one even sees the band-aid. I joke with my family and friends, I’m a hot mess.  🙂

My foot is starting to feel better using Superfeet Orthotics.  I can wear them in my daily shoes and have no arch pain. I’m still trying to figure them out for running.  The other day I took the boys to a football field, and was able to run about 1/4 mile in my normal shoes, with no pain.  So I know my arch is healing. Long term, I will be fine and 100% again.

But it was hard for me to not feel disappointed, I have to put my dream of running a marathon, on the back burner- yet again.  I know was I on track and on pace to have this be my ultimate race. I was striving to finish in the top 10 for women. I was on pace for that.  I feel in my heart, had I not gotten hurt and some weird mysterious rash, or shingles, I would have achieved that too.

Vanessa, my sister, has been so helpful.  She helped me realize I did all I could. It wasn’t like I had just stopped training and was vegging on the couch every night, expecting to run a marathon.  It kind of put it in perspective for me.  I did the best I could.  In the end, that is all I could ask for. I know at the time my foot injury happened, I was the best runner I could be.  I was on course to accomplish what I set out to do.

My other sister, Mara, pointed out sometimes life doesn’t care about our plans- it gives us what we need.  That helped me see, it just was not in the cards right now for me. I do need to get my foot healed and strong.  I do need to get better from, what I think was a mild case of shingles.  I have had cancer. I’ve had radiation infused into my body. I’ve had 68 lymph nodes removed from my neck. I have a generally weaker immune system than most people.  I don’t normally think this way, but it is clear I need to give my body some extra TLC right now to recover.  Not pushing it to extremes, when it is already stressed.

This week, I cancelled my reservations in Las Vegas, and started the process through the marathon insurance I bought, to get my race fee refunded.

I’m not giving up though.  I’ve realized making peace with all this, to even have this dream and try to go for it, no matter how many times it takes me…it is so much more than I ever thought I’d be physically able to do again.  In my training, these past 8 weeks (before I got hurt),  I’ve run further, stronger, longer, and faster than I ever have before.  To realize I got closer than I ever have- well, that is something.  I can run, and am working on my dream.  There was a time I didn’t know if I’d even be able to walk up a few stairs again.  Even though I couldn’t go all the way with it this time, it’s there.  The desire is there.  There is no way I would have been given this desire and dream without a way to accomplish it at some point.

So for me now, I get healthy. I get back to 100%.  I figure out running in shoes that aren’t minimalist, with orthotics and learn running this way. I start from the beginning again.  I start one mile at time. If one mile feels good, I go another mile.  And another. And I’ll do this all fall, winter, spring, until I’m ready. When I am, I’ll be attempting the marathon again.

I’ve realized this about dreams and goals. You have to have a dream to even get going.  If you have a dream, it’s worth all you can give to it.  Even if you have to try many times, it will make it that much more worthwhile in the end.

I have to postpone my dream for now- but that is what it is- it’s a postponement.  I’m not quitting and I’m not going to stop dreaming. I’m going to cross a marathon finish line. When I’m healthy I’m going to take my dream and run with it.  I am going to make it come true.

Maybe that is the lesson in all this.  Without dreams and goals, what is there? Without trying to improve yourself, you never grow. Without disappointments and setbacks, you never see what you really are determined to do. Without dreams, the journey never begins.  After it is all said and done, the journey is the means to arrive to the destination of your dream.

To me now, having an unexpected detour in the journey, well that is what keeps the dream alive. There’s nothing to feel “bad” about, when we fall short of a goal and a dream. Sometimes dreams come easy, sometimes they don’t.  But giving up and stopping- that’s like snuffing out your ambition, hopes, and dreams. I don’t think that is good for anyone. It’s locking a part of yourself away, and not allowing yourself to live up to your true potential.

This definitely has been a learning experience for me.  Sometimes, we just can’t physically, or for other reasons, achieve what we want, when we want.  This has taught me, I still really want it. It’s taught me, I have the potential and the talent.  It’s taught me, sometimes I have no control, and when I don’t, I just have to allow and keep moving forward. Not as a failure, but as a triumph. This is me. This is who I am.  This is what I can do. This is what I am trying for. I may not always succeed, or have it turn out like I thought, but I’m living. I’m trying, I’m not locking anything away. I’m not holding back. Even if I don’t have the success I think I should have, in the way I think it should be, I am still successful.  I just have to see it.

That is so much more than crossing a finish line. It’s living.  It’s living up to your full potential, and having zero regrets.  I don’t need an official marathon to teach me that.  I’ve learned it.  On the journey- on the path to my dream.

Marathon Training Week 9- Do You Really Want It?

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“There will come a point… when you alone will need to decide. You will need to make a choice. Do you really want it? You will need to decide.” – Rolf Arands

As I wrote in my last post, I was doing well, ditching my “official marathon training plan,” and going with what felt right to my body.

I had built back up to 10 miles, after my Achilles tendon injury. On the last Saturday in August, (almost 2 weeks ago), I set out for a 10 mile run, not at pace, but just for distance. I felt great.  It was hot- I was running hills.  My favorite training.  It was hard, but I knew this was all making me stronger for my goal for finishing strong in Las Vegas, at my first marathon.

I was in mile 8, when I got the worse cramp in my left foot.  I literally could not run.  I stopped and tried to stretch it out. The pain was seething.  I knew then it wasn’t a cramp, but more serious.  I fought back tears, as I did the only thing I could do.  Started walking home.  I was 1.6 miles away from my house. I don’t run with my cell phone- I don’t like the weight. I have an emergency tag from Road ID on my shoe, in case something really serious happens, but I was struggling to just walk.  I run in my subdivision community, with trails. I’ve often just been resting after a run, and have had residents stop and ask me if I was OK- did I need I ride? I’ve never said yes.  But I knew this day I was not OK. I was hurt.  If someone stopped and asked me, I’d tell them I was hurt and needed a ride home.

But no one did.  I really don’t know how I did it. I hobbled and limped almost two miles home, in agonizing pain.  Every step the pain was worse than the last.

When I got home, I massaged my foot. There was no swelling.  No bruising.  I could stand on my heel, no pain. I could stand on my tipsie toes, no pain.  Yet, when I would bend my foot in a walking position, seething, hot, pain, to the left side of my foot.  I soaked it in Epsom salt.  I iced it.

Sunday morning, I could not walk. I had to crawl to my living room.  Any pressure I put my foot was torture.  More pain than I could bear.

I got more ice, ibuprofen, and called my health insurance’s nurse hotline.

The nurse told me it probably wasn’t an ER situation, but not good I could not stand on it, and had so much pain. She made me an appointment for the next day, Monday.

I Googled all the symptoms and was convinced, based on my pain and symptoms, I had a stress fracture.

I went to the doctor on Monday. I was happy to find out my doctor was also a runner. She asked me a lot questions and told me it was indeed possible I had a stress fracture, and she ordered multiple X-rays. They took X-rays of both feet too, so they could compare.

When that was all done and read by the radiologist, she told me I did not have a stress fracture, but my arch was falling. The minimalist shoes I was using were not enough to support my arches, and as the arch collapses, the side of the foot, takes the strain and brunt, causing the pain I was having.

She told me I absolutely could run again when the pain in my foot goes away, but I HAVE to get running shoes with more arch support, or orthotic inserts.

I was glad to hear I didn’t have a fracture, but I love my minimalist shoes.  I’ve been running in them for a year now, and never had any issues.  But I also have not been training for a marathon in them.

Ironically, running in minimalist shoes has allowed me to keep running injury free.  Until now.

The pain I’ve had the last few days- I can barely walk.  I know there is no way I can run like this.

But I’ve been struggling.  Do I even want to continue? Why put myself through this? I’m not an Olympic athlete.  I could run for myself on weekends. I could run 5K’s.  I could run the best I can at the distances I can tolerate and probably place in races if I decided I wanted to.

I came across the quote at the beginning for this post, years ago, and used it for motivation in many 5K’s, even though I found it a bit corny.  But for me it’s true. Do I really want this? Do I really want to see if I have what it takes to run a marathon?

I’ve been thinking.  I do want this? How much?  I don’t know all the details. I don’t know how my training looks, but I want to know for me, I ran a marathon. Different people and situations inspire me, but deep down, I want this for ME.  This is my passion.  This is what makes me feel alive.  It became my goal 7 years ago when I ran after cancer, the first steps I took were absolute freedom and knowledge, I would be okay, and my body could recover from cancer. I promised myself then, “someday” I would run a marathon.  For me, “someday” is now.  It’s my everything. It’s my dream.  It’s my goal.  It’s me proving to myself that I am stronger than my struggles, seasoned more than my obstacles, and my will- it doesn’t matter- my will to succeed is stronger than my will to fail.

So, I’m going for it.  I have to figure out new shoes. I have to figure out orthotic inserts.  I have to figure out how to run again this way, but most of all, I have to heal my arch.  I have to start over yet again- 9 weeks away from the marathon. But I’m not throwing in the towel just yet. I realize my foot has to heal, and that is the most important thing, but unless I have to absolutely make that call to not run, I’m planning and training to run that marathon.  I’m not quitting.  I can’t imagine anything more painful than the almost 2 miles I had to hobble home from the other day.  And yet, I still want this.

Running mimics life.  Sometimes it isn’t easy. Sometimes the most worthy things come with a lot of struggle, pain, and growth.  But these things make you stronger.  I see it like I have a choice. Quit and wonder “what if?”  Or tap into my inner strength, the desire that was placed there for a reason and find a way to excel.  I chose to excel and find a way.  I have decided.

Trusting Yourself

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“Trust Yourself. You Know More Than You Think You Do”
~Benjamin Spock

The last blog post I wrote about running, it was going great!  I had been following my marathon training plan to the T, and had been able to run 5 miles fast, a hard run, below marathon pacing.  After I wrote that blog post, what has always happened before, happened. I got hurt.

It was my right Achilles tendon.  I have never had a problem with my Achilles.  But a few days after that intense run, it ached to where it hurt to walk, let alone run.

I was going to Seattle in a few days on vacation, and decided to just let it rest and heal.  But my mind was turning.

Every time I get hurt running, it’s because I push it too much.  I even kind of know when I’m pushing it too much.  This time, I wanted it to be different.

I felt up to this point, I needed an “official marathon training plan.” It’s a long distance to run. It’s hard. If you are not conditioned right, and haven’t trained right, it’s likely you won’t be able to finish. I have high goals.  I don’t want to just finish- I want to excel.  So I have felt like I needed to get “serious” about an official plan.

It was going so well- up until it wasn’t.

I felt like my Achilles would heal up with some rest, but in the mean time, I’m losing time running, I really don’t have.  Or I don’t have if I follow the “official marathon training plan.” I started to allow myself to think, “what happens if I don’t follow it?”

My first thought: Fear. Scared I won’t finish. I’ll get so close, but won’t be trained properly, tire out, and not be able to finish the marathon.

After I analyzed that, I asked myself if I really thought that would happen.

Knowing me, I’d walk fast, just to finish it, if I was really too tired to keep running.  I thought about when I finished my first half marathon, just two days earlier I had been cleared by the doctor, coming off my broken elbow and surgery, to run. I thought surely I was going to have to walk some in that, and I never did, and finished 30 minutes faster than I had thought I would, barely even being able to run for months leading up to it.

That gave me some confidence.  As I started thinking about it, I narrowed it down to this:

Do I trust myself? Can I take the leap of faith, and ditch an “official marathon training plan” that is hurting me, is not optimal for me, and train myself for the marathon, trusting myself, who I am as a runner, my body, my strengths, and my limits?

I honestly couldn’t answer that for a few days.  I struggled.  It’s easy to follow a script on what you “are supposed to do.” If it doesn’t work, it was because the plan was flawed.

If I go on my own and fail, that is on me. No excuses, no out’s- it’s because I didn’t train enough and thought I knew enough but really didn’t.

On the other hand, I realized what good is it going to do if I can run according to an “official marathon training plan,” but am injured and can’t run because I’m too battered up? An Achilles today, a knee tomorrow, a hip next month.

One thing I could conclude is I do know me. I do know what my body tolerates. I know how to find a way to excel during races.  I don’t have to plummet my body in the weeks and months before.  I have given every race I’ve ever ran, all I have.  I don’t doubt that in me at all.  I am confident I can find a way to excel and push myself when I need to.

When I placed in the only race I’ve ever placed in, it was so hot and humid. It had rained right before the race. It was mid July, at 6 PM. And then the sun came out. This was in a competitive division too. I had trained in 100 degree heat, up hill for months to train for this race.  I had run in every condition known to man- except the one Colorado, rarely has, severe humidity.  This was the first time I was running where the air was so heavy, I could not breathe.

Half way through the race, I really could not breathe.  I had to stop and walk a few paces to catch my breath.  I thought, no way was I going to be “fast,” no one stops in an elite division race to walk.  I’m sure this was never in an  “official elite division race plan.”  Yet, I knew I had to, or else I would not finish. I trusted myself in that moment, in that race, to do what I needed to do.

Turns out I placed 2nd!  Even with walking a few paces. There were runners right behind me at the end- I sped up, because I could breathe.  I am sure I would not have finished as strong as I did, had I not walked a few paces. My instincts had been right on. I trusted myself, my body, and what I needed to do in that race. It is still something I’m still most proud of in my running- placing in an elite division.

I’ve thought about this for over a week, and as I was leaving Seattle, I had made my decision.

I’m trusting me.  I’m trusting after 7 years running, I know what kind of runner I am.  I need to train and run yes- but I can do that without hurting myself, sticking to a plan that my body isn’t tolerating.  I’m ditching the “official marathon training plan” and training myself.

I put some ideas together on how I can train smarter, and harder without risking injury.

First off, is to heal my Achilles.  I focused the majority of my training last week, doing what I did when I had a broken elbow. Riding stationary bike at the almost highest inclines for 5 and 10 miles. It keeps building my endurance without risking further Achilles injury.

Two weeks ago, when my Achilles was feeling better, I put it to the test and ran 3 miles.  It felt better, not perfect, but enough I knew I was on the right track.

A few days later, I ran 5 miles.  I had some calf pain associated with the tight Achilles.  I stopped for a few moments, and massaged my calves, easing out some tightness, and finished the run.

I was less than 2 minutes off from pace- less than two minutes slower than the run that had hurt me. I wasn’t even trying for time- I was just trying to see how my Achilles would hold up with some distance.  It was fine after the run, and feels better every day.

So I feel like I’m on track. I feel like I’ll be right where I need to be, when I need to be there.

I’m realizing the marathon training- it is more rigorous than just running.  But it’s teaching me what  I need to learn and to be prepared for.

I never imagined I’d have to learn at this point, it’s about trusting myself.  I couldn’t even post this post for a week, while I figured out what I needed to do.  I decided I can do this, and I believe in me.

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UPDATE:

Since I wrote this post, I was up to running 10 miles again, feeling like I was back on track, and not only was I going to make my goal in Las Vegas, but exceed it.  And then, this past Saturday, the unthinkable happened. It’s been very discouraging to me.   I am still processing and will write about this next week.

I’m fine long term- short term- I don’t know. I’m asking myself every day, “how much do I want this?”