Needless to say, I fell asleep rather quickly, and easily, Sunday night, and hoping for some sort of miracle, woke up thinking, "hey, not so bad". Then I moved...oh, all that is holy, I am SORE! Got out of bed and after convincing my legs that standing wouldn't be so bad (I had to promise them that they would never, ever have to run a marathon again...little do they know that my fingers were crossed behind my back when I made the promise!), I gingerly made my way to the bathroom. Why, oh why, are toilets so dang low to the ground?! Once the blood started flowing, I was moving well enough to go across the street for some much needed Starbucks. The one downfall of the Four Seasons is the fact that they don't have a mini coffee-maker in the room. Mini fridge, yes, mini coffee, no. Oh well, Starbucks is a mere 3 minute hobble away.
Coffee in hand, I puttered till I heard from my friends, and plans were made to meet up with M. (here from Germany, and such a fast runner, I don't know how much longer we can be friends!), SM and new friend, B. I ate some breakfast (yogurt and oatmeal, leftover from Sunday), drank the coffee, showered and changed, and then headed out for the day.
Heading straight up Howe to Robson Square, I sat to wait for two of the three. We were planning on meeting M at an Indian buffet lunch, so I went hungry. Luckily for me, the sun was shining (weather in Funcouver has been PERFECTION!), and it was Music Monday. That meant school bands and choirs to entertain the lunchtime crowds. What it also meant was last minute rehearsing, so I also got to listen to the same two songs three times each! Oh well...the sun was shining and I wasn't moving, so all was good. Got the text that the two missed their bus, so I had another hour to wait, and I was getting HUNGRY. It's bad to be waiting for someone to go for lunch, sitting beside not one but two lunch trucks! They smelled soooooo good, but I resisted. Got distracted by the music (excellent drumming group) and finally met up with the two. We took off up the street and down Drake to the restaurant to meet up with M.
The buffet was fabulous...butter chicken, rice, chickpea curry, a fish dish, two veggie dishes, salads, rice pudding, watermelon and naan. All for $7.95!!! What a deal! Ate to bursting point (probably shouldn't have gone quite so hungry) and then we wandered down towards Stanley Park. Somehow got talked into renting bikes (um...probably last rode my bike in '95 - '96!) to tour around the park for the afternoon. After assuring myself I'd be fine, and that we were sticking to the bike paths and not the roads in Vancouver, we took off.
It turned out to be a great idea. After a quick picnic of cupcakes (Happy Birthday, M!), we rode all the way around the seawall, stopping for photo-ops and reminiscing about Sunday's race. Both M. (3:18) and SM (4:58) ran, while B was awesome race support. The quads objected a few times, especially pedalling uphill, but again, kept the blood going, which is important the day after. At one point, we stopped long enough to run out into the cool ocean, which I so longed to do right after the race yesterday. This is where SM proved to be a bit of a klutz, falling in the ocean, and totally cutting up her knees! Who cuts themselves in WATER?! Did some emergency medical attention (well, the best we could with the tissues we had on hand) and finished the loop of the park back to the bike shop, where they actually had a first-aid kit. Taped her up, and then we were on our way back down the convention centre, to see the Olympic torch and decide if we were hungry enough for dinner.
B had to leave us (good luck of UBC), but J joined up, and the four of us ended up at Ceili's in town. Shared some appies and a pint (real Guinness...oh, so tasty!), before making my way back to the hotel. It was a long day, fun-filled, but suddenly I was TIRED. After some stretching (legs totally seized up) and some vitamin I, I crawled into bed and CRASHED.
Up this morning bright and early (crisis back home, but now averted), showered, walked for coffee, breakfast eaten (last of the yogurt/oatmeal) and now packed up, waiting to check out and head to the airport. I really like the skytrain for this...easy and cheap. And the station is just across the street from the hotel. Loved the Four Seasons, and highly recommend it to everyone. All in all, race weekend in Funcouver was FUN! My legs will agree with me soon, I'm sure.
Should have pictures from the weekend loaded tonight. Meanwhile, happy Tuesday, everyone.
Later,
Weight Loss 2011
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
After the marathon
I am nothing if not a wealth of information. Learn from me, people. Never, ever...and I mean NEVER attempt to run a marathon after a 2 month taper! OUCH! But lesson learned.
Needless to say marathon #7 is done. Kudos to the BMO Vancouver team...the new course is nothing short of gorgeous. Not too many nasty hills (there is the one long one up along Spirit Park) but what goes up must come down, right?
Met up with DO from Calgary, also running the marathon, as we were staying at the same hotel (huge shout out to the Four Seasons for having the MOST.COMFORTABLE.BEDS.EVER!) and made our way to the train to get to the start. Four stops away from us, and then a good 15-20 minute walk to the start corrals. What a mob scene. I'll post the pics later, as I forgot my port at home. 15,000 runners total, with 10,000 doing the half and the rest in the marathon. Side note: I refuse to call it the "full". A marathon is a marathon...26.2 miles or 42.2 km. Therefore you can run a Half or an Ultra, but if you run a marathon, you're running a marathon...not a full. Just a quirk I have!
The start was a bit of a gong show, as it took 4-5 waves to get all the Halfers on their way. Didn't help that they started later than the 7am gun time, but I think the last wave took off across at the mat at 7:30ish. Then it was our turn. Queued up with a group of friends from Calgary, and waited patiently for our turn to start. Finally we were off...
Ran through gorgeous neighbourhoods, and past some lovely parks. There was a large group of older Japanese runners that stopped every km or so for a photo op, and one ran with a birthday cake hat, others had tweetie birds on their heads. They were machines though...I think they all beat me in!! My leg eased into things well, and I thought "okay, this will be good". It was a clear day, but some cloud cover came over at one point, which was welcome. There was also a bit of a breeze, which I didn't realize how hard it was coming at our backs until we had to run into it for a bit. But that just kept us cool.
The bald eagles kept an eye on us as we ran through the University grounds, circling overhead and perched atop some very tall trees. The volunteers and spectators were enthusiastic and friendly. Did I mention the course was gorgeous? Headed down towards the water, running past Jericho and Kitsilano beaches, over the dreaded Burrard St bridge and then it was English Bay and the sea wall. Eleven km of sea wall! By the time I got there, it was packed with Sunday strollers, cyclists and walkers galore. Many were respectful of us "crazies" running past, but quite a few gaped at us like we had two heads, and even a few asked "what's going on?"...um, guessing the marathon has been talked about once or twice in the past few weeks!
By this point, I was mainly walking. My left leg was cramping all over, mainly quad, but what was really giving me grief were my feet! My toes felt like I had squeezed them into a pair of shoes 5 times too small! May be time for new runners. I kept slogging along, as I am want to do, just praying for that one turn around the point when I could see the convention centre, and therefore the finish. Finally made it, but there was a still a few km left in Stanley Park to get through, and then a llloooonnnngggg stretch UP the street before we could make the turn to the finish line. Some random spectators got my spirits up and had me running a bit towards the end (thanks for that) and I crossed at 6:07 chip time. John Stanton of the Running Room hanged my medal around my neck himself, knowing that I really earned it this time out. Such a sweet man.
I came into Vancouver knowing I was not going for a PB, due to the injury and told myself that I only had to beat my previous Vancouver time (I was officially the last person in 2009!) which I did. So, was it a good race? Yes and no...I need to figure out what was going on with my feet, and get the leg issue settled once and for all. But I did enjoy the race overall. Calgary is also a new route at the end of the month, but I don't think anything they do will beat the Vancouver course. I will most definitely (and defiantly) return to conquer Vancouver!
Now to keep moving...
Later,
Needless to say marathon #7 is done. Kudos to the BMO Vancouver team...the new course is nothing short of gorgeous. Not too many nasty hills (there is the one long one up along Spirit Park) but what goes up must come down, right?
Met up with DO from Calgary, also running the marathon, as we were staying at the same hotel (huge shout out to the Four Seasons for having the MOST.COMFORTABLE.BEDS.EVER!) and made our way to the train to get to the start. Four stops away from us, and then a good 15-20 minute walk to the start corrals. What a mob scene. I'll post the pics later, as I forgot my port at home. 15,000 runners total, with 10,000 doing the half and the rest in the marathon. Side note: I refuse to call it the "full". A marathon is a marathon...26.2 miles or 42.2 km. Therefore you can run a Half or an Ultra, but if you run a marathon, you're running a marathon...not a full. Just a quirk I have!
The start was a bit of a gong show, as it took 4-5 waves to get all the Halfers on their way. Didn't help that they started later than the 7am gun time, but I think the last wave took off across at the mat at 7:30ish. Then it was our turn. Queued up with a group of friends from Calgary, and waited patiently for our turn to start. Finally we were off...
Ran through gorgeous neighbourhoods, and past some lovely parks. There was a large group of older Japanese runners that stopped every km or so for a photo op, and one ran with a birthday cake hat, others had tweetie birds on their heads. They were machines though...I think they all beat me in!! My leg eased into things well, and I thought "okay, this will be good". It was a clear day, but some cloud cover came over at one point, which was welcome. There was also a bit of a breeze, which I didn't realize how hard it was coming at our backs until we had to run into it for a bit. But that just kept us cool.
The bald eagles kept an eye on us as we ran through the University grounds, circling overhead and perched atop some very tall trees. The volunteers and spectators were enthusiastic and friendly. Did I mention the course was gorgeous? Headed down towards the water, running past Jericho and Kitsilano beaches, over the dreaded Burrard St bridge and then it was English Bay and the sea wall. Eleven km of sea wall! By the time I got there, it was packed with Sunday strollers, cyclists and walkers galore. Many were respectful of us "crazies" running past, but quite a few gaped at us like we had two heads, and even a few asked "what's going on?"...um, guessing the marathon has been talked about once or twice in the past few weeks!
By this point, I was mainly walking. My left leg was cramping all over, mainly quad, but what was really giving me grief were my feet! My toes felt like I had squeezed them into a pair of shoes 5 times too small! May be time for new runners. I kept slogging along, as I am want to do, just praying for that one turn around the point when I could see the convention centre, and therefore the finish. Finally made it, but there was a still a few km left in Stanley Park to get through, and then a llloooonnnngggg stretch UP the street before we could make the turn to the finish line. Some random spectators got my spirits up and had me running a bit towards the end (thanks for that) and I crossed at 6:07 chip time. John Stanton of the Running Room hanged my medal around my neck himself, knowing that I really earned it this time out. Such a sweet man.
I came into Vancouver knowing I was not going for a PB, due to the injury and told myself that I only had to beat my previous Vancouver time (I was officially the last person in 2009!) which I did. So, was it a good race? Yes and no...I need to figure out what was going on with my feet, and get the leg issue settled once and for all. But I did enjoy the race overall. Calgary is also a new route at the end of the month, but I don't think anything they do will beat the Vancouver course. I will most definitely (and defiantly) return to conquer Vancouver!
Now to keep moving...
Later,
Friday, May 4, 2012
Leavin' on a jet plane
I am packed, house tidied, and am just about to dive in the shower before heading to the airport. Noon flights are just so civilized!
Leg feels good...one last Graston treatment on Wednesday (Therapist Dave's eyes light up a little too much when he gets to use his tools...just sayin'!), and I have been very good and not run since. I may do the 20 minute friendship run tomorrow morning, or I may just hang at the store and chat with the other runners.
Race Sunday morning (I only have to beat 6:28 - my first Vancouver time), stretching and rest Sunday afternoon, PAR-TAY Sunday night! Again, flying back on a Tuesday, at noon, is so civilized!
I'm taking my notebook with me, so I'll blog from the scene.
Later peeps,
Leg feels good...one last Graston treatment on Wednesday (Therapist Dave's eyes light up a little too much when he gets to use his tools...just sayin'!), and I have been very good and not run since. I may do the 20 minute friendship run tomorrow morning, or I may just hang at the store and chat with the other runners.
Race Sunday morning (I only have to beat 6:28 - my first Vancouver time), stretching and rest Sunday afternoon, PAR-TAY Sunday night! Again, flying back on a Tuesday, at noon, is so civilized!
I'm taking my notebook with me, so I'll blog from the scene.
Later peeps,
Monday, April 30, 2012
Peek-a-Boo
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How has everyone been?? Can't believe it's been over a month since I've blogged. Heck, it's been that long since I've even READ any blogs! What is wrong with me?? Oh yeah...leg injury.
Perhaps injury isn't the right word, but I have been sidelined since about March 15th. And it's been driving me crazy. No running, no boot camp, barely any walking for that matter. Oh, so freaking frustrating! So, what did I do? Hard to say, after the loud snapping sound of March 15th, but my therapist's analysis is that my tibialis anterior hadn't quite healed, yet I kept running (didn't hurt that much) and that caused me to shift my gait, and therefore strain my hamstring. That pulled on the interior of my knee, which is much more vocal about not moving when injured. Very, very, very vocal!!! OMG, vocal!
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So, what have I been doing if I haven' been running or boot camping or reading blogs? Pouting...and eating cookies. There is, sadly, a strong connection between my exercise levels and my need for sugary comfort food. I have managed to find 6+ pounds since the beginning of April as a result. That just made me pout more. Vicious hamster wheel...
BUT, after many ART treatments and one more whack with the Graston tool of torture, I am moving. I am squatting, walking, stepping and, joyfully, running. I managed to do hills last week, although I was punished afterwards with a rather crabby leg, and then 10k on Sunday, which I felt great after. Boot camp twice last week (and only had to get yelled at once, for trying something I "shouldn't" be doing), and boot camp this morning. Heaven...okay, so I felt this "" close to barfing (a month off is just bad) but oh, so happy to be back. Did I mention I have a slightly longer than 10k run scheduled for this Sunday?! Yes, I fly out to Vancouver on Friday, to meet with Amber, and 14,998 other hardy souls, to complete the marathon. I will take it slow, trust me, and I will be listening very closely to myself. Dammit, I've walked Vancouver before, and if I have to, I'll walk it again! Did I mention Mama raised a slightly stubborn girl!? I don't want to miss out on the duck route!
Will be spending this week getting all caught up with everyone, and doing my best to get back into blogland. I'm even debating another blog, about Mom and her struggle with Dementia. I feel the need to vent...a lot!
Missed you all...
I'm back!!!
Later,
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
HAWCS 2
Today was my day to cross yet another first off my list. I would be riding in a helicopter for the first time.
You all know how much I "love" flying, so I was a bit nervous...okay, a lot nervous. I took a Gravol with my lunch, and aimed James to the airport.
After filling out the necessary paperwork, and passing (yes, I am that boring) the criminal check with flying colours, we were off. Had a tour of the hanger, learned about HAWCS 1, met Frasier the pilot and John the officer, and went outside to meet my ride.
It was a lovely day in Calgary, for the first day of spring, but with the warm weather came the wind. Lots of wind...the Gravol didn't stand a chance! We did head up, and helped out with tracking a vehicle for the guys below, before heading to the far south end of Calgary, so see the guy with with the fake lawn. Seriously...neon green stands out amongst all the brown in town. No fertilizer works that well!!! But we were buffeted about quite a bit, and I know the guys wanted to show me how the equipment worked, but my tummy did not appreciate the banking to the right and the left. I was honest and told the guys I had reached my limit, and we headed back. It was a choppy landing (the wind had really picked up) and well...suffice to say, it's a good thing they pack barf bags. At least I waited till we were on the ground!! Although, man, I felt off the entire afternoon. It was hard driving home, for goodness sake! Luckily a nap helped, which I enjoyed after I got home, not while driving!
:)
Calf is still tender, but we'll see what tomorrow's ART session does for it. It's hard to guide my 10k class (which is up to 28 members...yikes!) without being able to run with them. Rest is hard.
My cutie-patootie photo of the day...George helping his mama with her Epicure business.
Later,
You all know how much I "love" flying, so I was a bit nervous...okay, a lot nervous. I took a Gravol with my lunch, and aimed James to the airport.
After filling out the necessary paperwork, and passing (yes, I am that boring) the criminal check with flying colours, we were off. Had a tour of the hanger, learned about HAWCS 1, met Frasier the pilot and John the officer, and went outside to meet my ride.
It was a lovely day in Calgary, for the first day of spring, but with the warm weather came the wind. Lots of wind...the Gravol didn't stand a chance! We did head up, and helped out with tracking a vehicle for the guys below, before heading to the far south end of Calgary, so see the guy with with the fake lawn. Seriously...neon green stands out amongst all the brown in town. No fertilizer works that well!!! But we were buffeted about quite a bit, and I know the guys wanted to show me how the equipment worked, but my tummy did not appreciate the banking to the right and the left. I was honest and told the guys I had reached my limit, and we headed back. It was a choppy landing (the wind had really picked up) and well...suffice to say, it's a good thing they pack barf bags. At least I waited till we were on the ground!! Although, man, I felt off the entire afternoon. It was hard driving home, for goodness sake! Luckily a nap helped, which I enjoyed after I got home, not while driving!
:)
Calf is still tender, but we'll see what tomorrow's ART session does for it. It's hard to guide my 10k class (which is up to 28 members...yikes!) without being able to run with them. Rest is hard.
My cutie-patootie photo of the day...George helping his mama with her Epicure business.
Later,
Monday, March 19, 2012
Rest - a four-letter word
rest 1 (rst)
n.
1. Cessation of work, exertion, or activity.
2. Peace, ease, or refreshment resulting from sleep or the cessation of an activity.
3. Sleep or quiet relaxation.
4. The repose of death: eternal rest.
5. Relief or freedom from disquiet or disturbance.
6. Mental or emotional tranquillity.
7. Termination or absence of motion.
There are times when, despite all you do and precautions you take, that your body decides it has had enough. Mine did that on Thursday. Yes, I've had a nagging shin/calf issue that I've been dealing with, with chiropractor and ART and stretching and rolling with my beat-stick, etc. However, it decided it was in charge on Thursday. Thursday was my first night of my 10km clinic (2 of my 5k members ran the Diakonos 5k on Saturday, and I'm pretty sure they both got PB's - so proud!), so after the intro talk, we went out for a short, sweet run to ease ourselves back into things. About 100 m down the path, when SNAP right behind my knee!!!! I mean, the kind of sound that you should only hear when stepping on a stick. I stopped immediately, told everyone to continue on and tried to stretch. OMG it hurt, but I quickly assured myself that I had mobility, could put weight on the leg, and could move my foot up and down (phew...Achilles was fine!). I hobbled back to the Running Room to wait for everyone, and after much debate about what I did, I headed for home and ice. Lots of ice. Mainly for my vodka, but some for my leg!
And straight to my chiro Friday morning (again, I wasn't worried about broken bones, and there wasn't a huge amount of swelling, coldness or bruising) and after some gentle prodding (I hit the roof a couple of times) he determined that my knee was where it was supposed to be, my ACL was good and no ligaments or tendons were torn, so I most likely over strained my calf muscle. The "snap" could have been the tendon moving over the joint or something...he had me at "nothing torn". Phew!!! After some gentle ART, and sitting under the laser for awhile (I think it just Christmas lights on a piece of rubber, but if it works, what do I know?!), I walked out with Olly the Octopus keeping the swelling down.
It's weird, but it worked.
I am also being forced to rest. That means no running...no bootcamp...no clinics...no races...ARGH! SO HARD!!! Okay, so I can't walk up and down a flight of stairs right now and if I take too big of a stride, my leg quickly reminds me who's in charge, so I guess I have no choice.
But I was supposed to follow this man through his moves on Saturday.
le sigh... Do you all know how boring it is to WATCH a bootcamp?! VERY...good thing Tommy isn't so hard on the eyes. And he was nice enough to make Olly a keepsake. hehehe
I did do too much walking yesterday, and felt it today, but again sat under the laser and let Dave do his magic on my leg. I will arrange for someone to take my group out on Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday (hoping I'm not down too for long) and will now marshal at Saturday's L'Arche Half, rather than running it.
Now I will really be putting my weight watcher's training to to the test, as I won't be earning all those lovely exercise points...will power, here we come! Asked Tommy for some advice, and bought his Last 10-pounds book for when I'm healed and ready to kick it to the curb.
It's going to be a long few weeks...wish me luck.
Later,
n.
1. Cessation of work, exertion, or activity.
2. Peace, ease, or refreshment resulting from sleep or the cessation of an activity.
3. Sleep or quiet relaxation.
4. The repose of death: eternal rest.
5. Relief or freedom from disquiet or disturbance.
6. Mental or emotional tranquillity.
7. Termination or absence of motion.
There are times when, despite all you do and precautions you take, that your body decides it has had enough. Mine did that on Thursday. Yes, I've had a nagging shin/calf issue that I've been dealing with, with chiropractor and ART and stretching and rolling with my beat-stick, etc. However, it decided it was in charge on Thursday. Thursday was my first night of my 10km clinic (2 of my 5k members ran the Diakonos 5k on Saturday, and I'm pretty sure they both got PB's - so proud!), so after the intro talk, we went out for a short, sweet run to ease ourselves back into things. About 100 m down the path, when SNAP right behind my knee!!!! I mean, the kind of sound that you should only hear when stepping on a stick. I stopped immediately, told everyone to continue on and tried to stretch. OMG it hurt, but I quickly assured myself that I had mobility, could put weight on the leg, and could move my foot up and down (phew...Achilles was fine!). I hobbled back to the Running Room to wait for everyone, and after much debate about what I did, I headed for home and ice. Lots of ice. Mainly for my vodka, but some for my leg!
And straight to my chiro Friday morning (again, I wasn't worried about broken bones, and there wasn't a huge amount of swelling, coldness or bruising) and after some gentle prodding (I hit the roof a couple of times) he determined that my knee was where it was supposed to be, my ACL was good and no ligaments or tendons were torn, so I most likely over strained my calf muscle. The "snap" could have been the tendon moving over the joint or something...he had me at "nothing torn". Phew!!! After some gentle ART, and sitting under the laser for awhile (I think it just Christmas lights on a piece of rubber, but if it works, what do I know?!), I walked out with Olly the Octopus keeping the swelling down.
I am also being forced to rest. That means no running...no bootcamp...no clinics...no races...ARGH! SO HARD!!! Okay, so I can't walk up and down a flight of stairs right now and if I take too big of a stride, my leg quickly reminds me who's in charge, so I guess I have no choice.
But I was supposed to follow this man through his moves on Saturday.
I did do too much walking yesterday, and felt it today, but again sat under the laser and let Dave do his magic on my leg. I will arrange for someone to take my group out on Wednesday, Thursday and Sunday (hoping I'm not down too for long) and will now marshal at Saturday's L'Arche Half, rather than running it.
Now I will really be putting my weight watcher's training to to the test, as I won't be earning all those lovely exercise points...will power, here we come! Asked Tommy for some advice, and bought his Last 10-pounds book for when I'm healed and ready to kick it to the curb.
It's going to be a long few weeks...wish me luck.
Later,
Sunday, March 11, 2012
MIA Again??
I find when I get really busy are work, staring at computers/spreadsheets all day, the last thing I want to do when I come home is stare at my computer. Which means it's been almost two weeks since I last blogged. Guess that much excitement has happened along the way...haven't exactly felt the crushing need to tell you all about it!
Work: Quarter end = uber busy time for me. Still learning my reports and requirements, and always asking for more. I want to do well at this job, and I want to be busy. Busy is good!
Running: My 5-clinic is winding down, and I am down to 3 devotees. And one of them is hit or miss, as he is also on the ballroom dancing circuit (yes, seriously) so has to miss clinic nights for either rehearsals or competitions. I am signed on to head the 10k clinic starting on the 15th, and I do hope for more of a steady turnout. Or my ego may just take a beating! I am exciting to be running more than just 10:1's as well, as I am suddenly facing race season head on. I signed up for more races - a women's only 10K (they had me at Starbucks), and another Spartan type race called Mud Heroes. Can't wait!
Bootcamp: Was doing well, but my weird leg really acted up this week. Could be the running, could be the bootcamp, could be I'm 49...we'll never know! Either way, I had Graston (yes, I actually ASKED for it!) on Wednesday, which promptly made the pain MOVE.TO.A.NEW.SPOT!!! Needless to say, no running, no bootcamp, no nothin'. I did go for a walk today while my clinic ran, and while the leg is stiff, it feels better. I go for another ART session tomorrow (after Friday's emergency ART), so hoping to be back by Thursday for the new clinic. Getting old(er) sucks.
Weight: 'nuf said.
Okay...I vow to get back into blogging the way I did in the beginning, and will do my best to be entertaining and witty and charming. Or just honest. Not sure what sells these days! Hope everyone had a great weekend (AWESOME weather in Calgary - loved every minute of it) and enjoys the week ahead. See you all soon.
Later,
Work: Quarter end = uber busy time for me. Still learning my reports and requirements, and always asking for more. I want to do well at this job, and I want to be busy. Busy is good!
Running: My 5-clinic is winding down, and I am down to 3 devotees. And one of them is hit or miss, as he is also on the ballroom dancing circuit (yes, seriously) so has to miss clinic nights for either rehearsals or competitions. I am signed on to head the 10k clinic starting on the 15th, and I do hope for more of a steady turnout. Or my ego may just take a beating! I am exciting to be running more than just 10:1's as well, as I am suddenly facing race season head on. I signed up for more races - a women's only 10K (they had me at Starbucks), and another Spartan type race called Mud Heroes. Can't wait!
Bootcamp: Was doing well, but my weird leg really acted up this week. Could be the running, could be the bootcamp, could be I'm 49...we'll never know! Either way, I had Graston (yes, I actually ASKED for it!) on Wednesday, which promptly made the pain MOVE.TO.A.NEW.SPOT!!! Needless to say, no running, no bootcamp, no nothin'. I did go for a walk today while my clinic ran, and while the leg is stiff, it feels better. I go for another ART session tomorrow (after Friday's emergency ART), so hoping to be back by Thursday for the new clinic. Getting old(er) sucks.
Weight: 'nuf said.
Okay...I vow to get back into blogging the way I did in the beginning, and will do my best to be entertaining and witty and charming. Or just honest. Not sure what sells these days! Hope everyone had a great weekend (AWESOME weather in Calgary - loved every minute of it) and enjoys the week ahead. See you all soon.
Later,
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