Notes from the trenches
After my puke post, a good friend of mine texted me some more hurling euphemisms: making street pizza, shouting groceries, and my personal favorite, Technicolor yawn. I actually received a number of emails and texts after that post. Nothing like the stomach bug to build solidarity among mothers. Feel free to add your own hurling vocab below.
Speaking of puke, you know too much of it has been going around when you cough and your 2-year-old asks, “You throwing up?”
We have a huge dress-up bin brimming with all sorts of accessories, disguises, and frilly frocks. Madeline once played the role of the wicked witch in a stage adaptation of Hansel and Gretel, and Thomas recently slipped into the costume.
“I a *itch!” he announced.
“No, you’re a witch,” I quickly corrected.
Then Madeline came into the room and asked him what he was.
“A scary parrot!” he exclaimed as his countenance turned fierce on us.
Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart.
And they also can make really cool art.
When you read this post, I’ll be on a trip sans kids and husbands for the first-time ever. Well, I did attend one conference when I was pregnant with Thomas, but since I was still “with child” I don’t really count that. It will be a very quick trip. I fly out to Philly on Monday and will be back in Georgia Tuesday night, but I am so excited about the reason behind this jaunt only I have to be obnoxiously vague (sorry!) because I’m not at the liberty to disclose too many details about the project right now. It’s going to be great though – a real gift to mothers. Stay tuned!
I haven’t been running for three months now and just when I’d arrived at the acceptance stage of it all, I was told I could s-l-o-w-l-y start to incorporate running in to my life again. I am following the “return to running plan” outlined in this article and must not run on consecutive days. (I also have been religiously doing the rehab exercises outlined in that same article.) I am very happy about all this but if I am honest, I’m a little gun shy about running again because I terrified of getting injured again. I live in fear of every niggling pain now because I ran through those kind of aches for so long that my hamstring started the fray and then I found myself still running along in the Land of Denial even as the pain worsened. I also admit that I am harboring a worry that my body just isn’t cut out to run even though I’ve had my gait analyzed and have no obvious or horrific form problems. I know I need to get more sleep if I’m going to run high mileage again. I’m just not the kind of person who can slip between the sheets at 11 pm and then get up at 4 am and think that my body will be all hunky dory. I keep telling myself I just have to put one foot in front of the other, listen to my body, and not live in fear. You can’t allow your setbacks from the past to keep you from the promise of future success.
At physical therapy last week, I ran over two miles on the AlterG treadmill at 95 percent body weight with NO PAIN! I had another MRI recently that looked very promising. In fact, I’ve actually healed remarkably well, which has somewhat restored my faith in what I was starting to think of as a jalopy of a body. Apparently, edema will often linger around for six months or so, but my MRI was clear of all that yucky stuff.
I had grand plans to run another half marathon in April and possibly a 10K in February, but I’ve decided to be patient with my healing body, to not put pressure on myself, and to be very conservative about my re-entry into running, and that means no racing for awhile with the exception of a one mile fun run I got permission to do with my two oldest girls. This is the kind of injury that has a very high recurrence rate. I am going to be wise about it this time. (Hold me accountable, please.) I have a whole life ahead of me to run and race. There’s no sense jumping back in too quickly and getting hurt again.
During my running hiatus I have really focused on getting my core stronger and working on some muscle imbalances. I hope this will make me a stronger runner. Mary Elizabeth has been my workout pal. The other day she did this entire 40-minute Jillian Michaels workout with me and used 3-pound weights. (This Jillian workout video is safe for little ears; some of hers use words like “bad ass,” so beware.) The girl’s got moxie. Mary Elizabeth, that is, although no one would think of calling Jillian a pansy.
Are you bored yet?
One of these days I’ll update folks on the school decision. I’ve had people ask but in many ways, I am still processing everything (and obsessing about it all).
And that is all for now.