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BLUE

24 Jan

Oh man.  It’s been a rough few days.  Suddenly, this not running thing is hitting me very hard.

I mean, I admit that if you read my posts from the past 6 weeks or so, I’ve probably mentioned in every single one that PF sucks, not running is the worst, blah blah blah.

But for some reason the past few days have felt really extra horrible because of not running and today, I’m feeling totally blue.  I actually cried at my desk at work.  (OMG, I am a tool.  I admit it.  I’m ashamed.)

When feeling blue, I should just think of this. This movie never fails to make me giggle.

One of my wonderful friends very astutely pointed out that initially, I was distracted with the holidays/travel, then moving, then adjusting to co-habitating.  In other words, I had plenty of things to focus on instead of dwelling on my bum-a$$ foot.  But now, it’s consuming me.  (Cue the violins!)

Though I am fairly loath to emo-ing out too much here on the blog, I’m hoping that maybe venting a bit will make me feel a little better?  Maybe?

Anyhow, the status of the foot remains the same.  I have not run AT ALL in 2 weeks.  I had been running, albeit very little, since the PF diagnosis.  Nothing more than twice a week, and just a 5 miler here and a 4 miler there (with the exception of the Ted Corbitt 15K.)  However, 2 weeks ago when I admitted to myself that my foot was not getting better at all, I thought maybe I should wisen up and drop the running completely for a bit.

This is me stubbornly running the Ted Corbitt 15K on Dec 17, even though I had a nasty hangover, AND had just gotten my PF diagnosis. It feels like ages ago.

There has been no change in my foot that I can see.

I also went to Physical Therapy twice last week and am going again tonight.  I was feeling really positive about it.  I thought my foot was getting better.  But then, the pain returned, and remained.  I’ve been doing the exercises at home like I’m supposed to.  I’m still wearing arch supporting inserts in every single piece of footwear that I’ve had on.  I’M EVEN SLEEPING IN THE MOTHER EFFING BOOT.

You remember the boot. It's comfy and cozy, like a fuzzy pair of slippers... It's just the thing I want to wear to bed!

*%$&#(%&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

While going through and clearing out my bookmarked websites on my computer today and came across this link, and I actually felt an ACHE for that day.  I remember it was a lovely spring day, just a touch of a chill in the air.  It was my first time running with Ali, and it was really fun!

So then I started thinking, “OMG what if springtime comes and I’m still not running?”  I really think I might lose it if the dreadful winter months pass, springtime arrives, and I’m still burdened with this effing PF.

OK, I need to chill.  This is certainly not the end of the world.  I need to stop being a little b*tch.  It HAS to get better, and until then, I need to woman up.

In happier news, I saw a great play last night on Broadway.  I definitely recommend Stick Fly (produced by Alicia Keys.)  The cast as a whole is pretty fantastic, but the bright spot in it for me was Condola Rashad, who is Felicia Rashad (Claire Huxtable!)’s daughter.  I was inclined to assume some theatre nepotism was going on there with casting her fresh out of college, but she is actually a real talent.  I hope she wins a Tony!

Also, NYRR decided to make the Manhattan Half a fun run, so I wound up getting a point for it, even though I didn’t run it because of… well… you know.  Anyway, whatever, yippee.  I would have rather run the freaking thing in the snow than have this crap injury, but I’ll take this little gift anyway.  One 2012 race down, 8 to go.  Hoping I can put a dent in those 8 sooner rather than later!  (And, to be clear, I hope to do that by actually RUNNING THEM.)  FINGERS CROSSED!

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“I like you this morning!”

13 Jan

Yep, that’s what T said to me as we left the apartment yesterday morning, in a tone that said, “I am pleasantly surprised by this!”  Why would he say a thing like that?  Well lately, I have been a grumbly mess in the mornings.  I am tired, I’m cranky, and I just don’t feel right.  Not running in the mornings makes me feel like my day just has started out on the wrong foot.  So, though I knew I shouldn’t, I went for a run yesterday.  Just a baby run, though!  And I had a good reason!

So, Wednesday, I promised some of my co-workers I would bring in some Brooklyn Bagels.  I’ve mentioned before how much I love these babies, despite my puzzlement that there are several outposts in my neighborhood and one in Chelsea, but not a single one in Brooklyn.  Anyhow, I wanted to share the glory that is these bagels and their fantastic accompanying spreads with my beloved colleagues.  And I knew that my a$$ would not be able to get up early enough to pick them up before heading to work.  But I knew my a$$ WOULD be fully capable of getting up early for a run, so that’s just what I did.  I went for a quick jaunt through Astoria and partway up the Queensboro Bridge, then turned around and hit up BKB on the way back.  A little 4-miler.

At BKB, I picked up 2 mini whole wheat bagels slathered with Nutella cream cheese.  (Oh yes, they have Nutella flavored cream cheese.)

1 mini whole wheat kalamata olive cream cheese-laden bagel:

and 1 mini egg bagel with jalapeno asiago cream cheese:

They were all awesome.

And the run?  Well, the run itself was great.  It was blustery and pouring down rain and by the time I got home, I was dripping wet.  And I didn’t care at all.  I was just so happy to be running.  But I paid the price.  My foot hurt for the rest of the day.

I had a 3-minute phone conversation with my doctor on Wednesday.  When I told him that I was doing everything he’d said to do (boot to bed, shoes with support, cutting way back on running, icing, etc) and that it still wasn’t working, he prescribed physical therapy for me.  My first appointment is on Tuesday.  I am REALLY hoping that this is the magic element that will make the PF go f*ck itself so that I can focus on my 3:30 marathon goal.  With each week that goes by where my mileage is minimal or nil, that goal seems further and further from possible… sigh.

But enough grousing!

On a lighter note, I saw Godspell on Broadway on Tuesday and loved it!  When I was growing up, we had the record and listened to it all the time, so the songs evoked my youth for me.

I used to work in Broadway marketing and saw sooo many shows back then.  I was OBSESSED with Broadway.  It’s definitely a part of why I chose to move to NYC in the first place.  My college thesis was even about Broadway musicals!  But that obsession has lapsed a bit since I left the industry.  I still love them, but I don’t spend hours a day reading Playbill.com and Broadway.com… now it’s more like Runnersworld.com. 😉

Anyhow, Godspell reminded me why I love Broadway.  The performers were so talented and the staging was really creative.  There really was no set and yet it felt as though nothing was missing.  Here’s a clip if you’re interested.

The last Broadway show I saw was Book of Mormon… seems I’m on a religion-themed musicals kick!

TGIF and happy weekend!

What’s the Best Way To Run a Race While Injured?

19 Dec

Friday night was a lot of fun.  T and I went and saw The Book Of Mormon with our friends Steve and Danielle.  We bought these tickets in August, so this has been a long time coming.  And it was a cute show!

Afterward, we went to Terroir in Murray Hill, where we shared some food plates and a lotta wine…

…Bringing me to 7:38 AM Saturday morning.  Race is at 8.  T awakens me.  I am lying on top of my bed, wearing my coat and my scarf… and my PF boot.  (T explains that I refused to take off my coat and scarf because I was cold, but he DID manage to get my boot on.  Awww, what a good boyfriend.)  Anyhow, did I prepare everything the night before for the race?  No, I did not.  Still drunk Slightly hung over Very tired, I am scrambling around grabbing pants, a top, my IPod, my race bib.  I manage to actually grind some coffee beans AND make a cup of coffee.  I brush my teeth, wash off yesterday’s makeup, dash out the door, and grab a cab to 102nd St. and 5th Avenue.

I knew this was an oversubscribed race, so I thought MAYBE there would still be people leaving the corrals when I arrived (more than 15 mins late, eeek)!  Nope.  It was pretty eerie, but the start mat was still down, (THANKFULLY!!!!!) so I crossed over it and began running the course all by my lonesome.  I saw a sparse amount of bibs, but I was basically by myself, which was… weird!

My foot definitely felt creaky, but it didn’t HURT, per se.  What was hurting was the hangover I was nursing.  With every step, I was thinking, “Ugh, so much wine… not enough food… get this thing over with.”  In the frenzy of the morning, I hadn’t put on my Garmin, but it wasn’t a big deal since my pace was the last thing on my mind.

My hungover misery went on for about the first 4 miles, but then I suddenly found myself caught up with the other racers and I kind of shook myself and thought, “OMG I AM RUNNINGGGG!  THIS IS WHAT I HAVE WANTED TO DO FOR SO LONNNNGGGGG!”  The rest of the race was actually quite pleasant!  I was super sad that my foot definitely did not feel better at all, but I was still absolutely thrilled to be running!

After the race, I ran into my friend David and some of his other Fred’s Teammates.  I grabbed some food with them and then went back to my place and napped for hours.

The rest of the weekend was fun and chill.  I got a lot of Christmas shopping done, which makes me VERY happy.  T and I got dinner with friends and got drinks with other friends.  I baked!  (Small miracle)

My favorite Christmas cookies of all time. You know I love something when I actually bake it! They are chocolate-almond and just divine. But they are not pretty-- at least when I make them. They are when my mom does.

And  I met up with Lori and we exchanged goodies and had tea at this really cute spot in Midtown East called David’s Tea.  The original plan was to meet up at Starbucks, but that appeared to be the plan of everyone and their brother yesterday.  When I discovered this cute little spot right next door to the Starbucks where we had planned to meet, I was delighted and relieved.  (Just being inside of the ‘bucks was giving me heart palpitations!)  I am not much of a tea drinker, but Lori and I both got a pumpkin chai iced tea with a dash of skim milk and it was pretty good!

So, that was the weekend.  I am happy that I ran a decent race, despite a mean hangover and a bum foot.  I am happy that I have now fulfilled my qualifications for running the NYCM next year.  I am happy to have gotten a lot of Christmas shopping done.  I am not happy that my stupid foot still hurts.  Suck it, plantar fasciitis!  Suck it, heel spur!  Rawr.

Oh, and the answer to the question posed in the title of this blog post?  Run the race hungover, of course!  That way, you can focus on that misery, rather than the actual injury.  I kid, I kid. 😉