Where to start?
It makes sense to go back to one year ago. I pulled up my post from December 31, 2011. I had to read it a few times. Each reading brought a little more clarity. One of the things (out of many) that I love about recovering - about moving on from pain and distress - is the gift of realizing that distress. It makes me more appreciative of my journey and I treasure having been there as much as I treasure being here.
It's interesting that I wrote about roads and movement because that's what 2012 was about for me. I needed to move and I did.
I packed and unpacked my suitcases more this year than any other in my life. I learned to take with me what I needed and I shed that which weighed me down.
One day I was alone, contemplating absolutely nothing, sipping a Red Stripe beer in Jamaica. A week later I was sipping a glass of Chianti in Little Italy in New York City, trying to decide where to have dinner with a friend who had also never been to that big, bright, beautiful city. We explored the hell out of it, including seeing a Broadway show.
Two talented and artistic people who are paid for their design and decorating skill found my photography beautiful enough to give me money for it. Really.
My national professional journal published one of my poems. And paid me for it.
I finally saw Madame Butterfly.
I spent time with my family in New Orleans, Portland, Houston, and Seattle. Gratitude doesn't begin to cover how I feel when I see my son and daughter with their spouses.
My brothers' wives feel more like sisters to me than anything else. I know I can pick up the phone and the miles disappear.
I danced a little.
I ran. A lot.
I cried over injury and loss but I picked myself up and I'm running again.
Thanks to those who ran/traveled/danced with me this year. You helped me more than you can possibly know. Some of you laced up your shoes and hit the street with me. Some of you talked to me on the phone. Some of you had coffee with me, or lunch, or a beer. Some of you sent me a text or a comment on my blog. You know what you did. I love you. Happy New Year.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 31, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Starting The Taper - Toot! Toot!
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 14
Planned Run: 12 miles
12.02 miles 2 hours 26 minutes 12:09 pace
8:15 am 36 degrees at start, 43 at finish
Still cold, cold, COLD in the mornings. It took a lot of self-convincing to run today. My sleep was disrupted because I didn't have enough covers and I didn't run the heater. I woke for good before 6 and grumbled to myself for about 15 minutes before getting up and fixing a bowl of oatmeal. Half of my coffee is still waiting for me. (I didn't want to take a chance on needing a pit stop during my run.)
Tomorrow is the last possible day to defer my Houston Marathon entry to next year. Thinking about my right heel consumed my run today. I went through a trainload of reasons why I shouldn't defer.
It's still sore but not so much that I limp on the days after runs.
After today, I'll run shorter and shorter distances leading up to January 13.
I have the day off work on January 14.
I'm fascinated (obsessed?) by numbers and I'll be running a 26 miler when I'm 52. (That makes PERFECT sense to me.) Running 26 at 53 just seems different.
Add in the fatigue, the insomnia, and the desire to run again for the pure pleasure of running. Yes, dear friends, here's some marathon training honesty. It can be a freaking grind.
As a lover of books, one of the very first I can remember reading by myself is, The Little Engine That Could.
I think I can do this.
I think I can.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 12 miles
12.02 miles 2 hours 26 minutes 12:09 pace
8:15 am 36 degrees at start, 43 at finish
Still cold, cold, COLD in the mornings. It took a lot of self-convincing to run today. My sleep was disrupted because I didn't have enough covers and I didn't run the heater. I woke for good before 6 and grumbled to myself for about 15 minutes before getting up and fixing a bowl of oatmeal. Half of my coffee is still waiting for me. (I didn't want to take a chance on needing a pit stop during my run.)
Tomorrow is the last possible day to defer my Houston Marathon entry to next year. Thinking about my right heel consumed my run today. I went through a trainload of reasons why I shouldn't defer.
It's still sore but not so much that I limp on the days after runs.
After today, I'll run shorter and shorter distances leading up to January 13.
I have the day off work on January 14.
I'm fascinated (obsessed?) by numbers and I'll be running a 26 miler when I'm 52. (That makes PERFECT sense to me.) Running 26 at 53 just seems different.
Add in the fatigue, the insomnia, and the desire to run again for the pure pleasure of running. Yes, dear friends, here's some marathon training honesty. It can be a freaking grind.
As a lover of books, one of the very first I can remember reading by myself is, The Little Engine That Could.
I think I can do this.
I think I can.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, December 27, 2012
How Bad Do I Want This?
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 16
Planned Run: 4 miles
4.01 miles 42:58 10:43 pace
4:15pm 52 degrees
After work.
In the rain.
In a hat.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 27, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 4 miles
4.01 miles 42:58 10:43 pace
4:15pm 52 degrees
After work.
In the rain.
In a hat.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 27, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
A Sport for All Seasons
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 17
Planned Run: 5 miles
5.02 miles 57:52 11:32 pace
5:05am 36 degrees
My intent was to run this evening when the temperature is predicted to reach a balmy 45 degrees. My intent was to sleep until 6am and then bounce out of bed, refreshed and ready for a day of work. That didn't happen. I rolled over and realized I was awake before 5 and it was cold outside. Kansas in December cold.
Lucky for me I still have a lot of my Kansas-going-to-Colorado-to-ski clothes. I'm not sure how silly I looked in my earmuff/headband. It kept me warm. And I'm really glad I still have my silk longjohns. (Don't worry, I also threw on some sweatpants and my Wichita State sweatshirt.)
The run was comfortable enough. I'm home. It's done. Time for work.
Have a good one.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 5 miles
5.02 miles 57:52 11:32 pace
5:05am 36 degrees
My intent was to run this evening when the temperature is predicted to reach a balmy 45 degrees. My intent was to sleep until 6am and then bounce out of bed, refreshed and ready for a day of work. That didn't happen. I rolled over and realized I was awake before 5 and it was cold outside. Kansas in December cold.
Lucky for me I still have a lot of my Kansas-going-to-Colorado-to-ski clothes. I'm not sure how silly I looked in my earmuff/headband. It kept me warm. And I'm really glad I still have my silk longjohns. (Don't worry, I also threw on some sweatpants and my Wichita State sweatshirt.)
The run was comfortable enough. I'm home. It's done. Time for work.
Have a good one.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, December 24, 2012
With a Little Help
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 19
Planned Run: 8 miles
8.11 miles 1:36:59 11:58 pace
7:30 AM 63 degrees
Knowing that I have these two long weekends prior to the marathon is a sweet bit of knowledge. I'm relishing it. I slept great last night after a happy and full day. I woke on my own (no alarm) after 7, to the smell of a yummy Crockpot pork tenderloin.
My only plan today is to relax with a couple Redbox movies and maybe snooze a little with the windows open. The weather is beautiful here. Storm clouds are supposed to roll in later and bring us thunderstorms for Christmas day. I'm going across the street to Benihana with some friends for lunch. I'm looking forward to it. I have a couple of big driving/working days later this week and a lowkey but fun holiday dinner sounds perfect to me.
I'll run one more longish run next weekend then it's all short runs until the big day. It's almost here. I was telling a friend yesterday, I'll need to find another project. Not sure what it will be. I was very seriously looking at trying to get on the television show "Survivor" but I guess my need for blood pressure medication (even with weight loss and exercise, I still need it) knocks me out of any hope of that one. I don't see another marathon in my future anytime soon.
Speaking of my friends: I think one of the reasons I slept so soundly last night (and the night before) is because of my friends. I've reconnected with friends at parties and at lunch. I've talked with them on the phone. I've received cards and letters. I get emails and texts with little "go get 'ems" regarding my running. I am so appreciative of the support I've received. I believe I've told them/you. I love you. Thank you. M
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 24, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 8 miles
8.11 miles 1:36:59 11:58 pace
7:30 AM 63 degrees
Knowing that I have these two long weekends prior to the marathon is a sweet bit of knowledge. I'm relishing it. I slept great last night after a happy and full day. I woke on my own (no alarm) after 7, to the smell of a yummy Crockpot pork tenderloin.
My only plan today is to relax with a couple Redbox movies and maybe snooze a little with the windows open. The weather is beautiful here. Storm clouds are supposed to roll in later and bring us thunderstorms for Christmas day. I'm going across the street to Benihana with some friends for lunch. I'm looking forward to it. I have a couple of big driving/working days later this week and a lowkey but fun holiday dinner sounds perfect to me.
I'll run one more longish run next weekend then it's all short runs until the big day. It's almost here. I was telling a friend yesterday, I'll need to find another project. Not sure what it will be. I was very seriously looking at trying to get on the television show "Survivor" but I guess my need for blood pressure medication (even with weight loss and exercise, I still need it) knocks me out of any hope of that one. I don't see another marathon in my future anytime soon.
Speaking of my friends: I think one of the reasons I slept so soundly last night (and the night before) is because of my friends. I've reconnected with friends at parties and at lunch. I've talked with them on the phone. I've received cards and letters. I get emails and texts with little "go get 'ems" regarding my running. I am so appreciative of the support I've received. I believe I've told them/you. I love you. Thank you. M
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 24, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, December 22, 2012
...Air That I Breathe
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 21
Training Schedule 20 miles, My plan for today 4 or 5 miles
4.47 miles 52:28 11:44 pace
8:20 AM 38 degrees
I had no pain in my right heel yesterday. Zip. Zero. Nil.
My head was another story. I'd been battling a headache (what was it, a migraine?) for days. It seems like everyone I've come across has had some kind of sniffly/sinus/headachy something. I didn't really feel sick. No fevers and no more sneezing or congestion than usual for me living in what sometimes feels like the pollen and mold capital of North America.
I've had a raging case of insomnia - probably the worst I've ever experienced in my life. I fall asleep in my chair around 8:00 each night (wow, ghost of my dad much?) and fall into bed exhausted by 8:30. Then I wake up around 1:00 or 2:00 and can't get back to sleep until 3:30 or 4:00. My alarm slams me into the start of each day at 6:00 and I drag myself to the shower to lather, rinse, and repeat. This has been going on for about 2 weeks. About as long as I've backed way off my running.
Cause and Effect. Yeah. That didn't take a licensed medical professional to figure out. But I did.
I had to start moving again.
I bought a weighted hula hoop. Not childs' play, that one. I broke a fingernail with it. Yes, I did. Go ahead and laugh. I did. I'm also gauging the amount of core workout I'm getting by the amount of soreness I'm feeling. I'm guessing it's a lot. I listen to 60's surfer music while I use it. Only seems right.
So, back to today's run. My headache was gone. Yay! My heel didn't hurt. Yay! It was cold and the sun was shining so bright I needed my shades. With the first few steps, I felt stiffness at my heel but not pain. I took it slow and easy. I ran around the little FakeLake out here in Stepford.
I didn't take music with me. All I needed was:
The cool air moving in and out of my lungs. It swept last week's stress from my body. Yes - I think that way and it works for me.
Happy thoughts. (Wow, this woman really IS reaching!) Wait, I mean it. I felt so bombarded with negativity last week that I let the positive sit unappreciated. I have many, many things for which to be grateful at this time. This morning I let them cycle freely through my mind, lingering in a hazy daydream, and I allowed myself to spend that time being appreciative for my family, for my friends, for the lessons I learned this week, for my health, for silly bursts of laughter, for an upcoming vacation, for risks.
Big birds sitting on stumps in the water. They didn't move. They just sat there. I wondered if they were thinking, or sleeping, or what (?). Anyway, they were beautiful and for a moment I wished I had my camera but I'm kind of glad I didn't. I think if I had stopped they might have flown away and that's not what was supposed to happen today. For any of us.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 22, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Training Schedule 20 miles, My plan for today 4 or 5 miles
4.47 miles 52:28 11:44 pace
8:20 AM 38 degrees
I had no pain in my right heel yesterday. Zip. Zero. Nil.
My head was another story. I'd been battling a headache (what was it, a migraine?) for days. It seems like everyone I've come across has had some kind of sniffly/sinus/headachy something. I didn't really feel sick. No fevers and no more sneezing or congestion than usual for me living in what sometimes feels like the pollen and mold capital of North America.
I've had a raging case of insomnia - probably the worst I've ever experienced in my life. I fall asleep in my chair around 8:00 each night (wow, ghost of my dad much?) and fall into bed exhausted by 8:30. Then I wake up around 1:00 or 2:00 and can't get back to sleep until 3:30 or 4:00. My alarm slams me into the start of each day at 6:00 and I drag myself to the shower to lather, rinse, and repeat. This has been going on for about 2 weeks. About as long as I've backed way off my running.
Cause and Effect. Yeah. That didn't take a licensed medical professional to figure out. But I did.
I had to start moving again.
I bought a weighted hula hoop. Not childs' play, that one. I broke a fingernail with it. Yes, I did. Go ahead and laugh. I did. I'm also gauging the amount of core workout I'm getting by the amount of soreness I'm feeling. I'm guessing it's a lot. I listen to 60's surfer music while I use it. Only seems right.
So, back to today's run. My headache was gone. Yay! My heel didn't hurt. Yay! It was cold and the sun was shining so bright I needed my shades. With the first few steps, I felt stiffness at my heel but not pain. I took it slow and easy. I ran around the little FakeLake out here in Stepford.
I didn't take music with me. All I needed was:
The cool air moving in and out of my lungs. It swept last week's stress from my body. Yes - I think that way and it works for me.
Happy thoughts. (Wow, this woman really IS reaching!) Wait, I mean it. I felt so bombarded with negativity last week that I let the positive sit unappreciated. I have many, many things for which to be grateful at this time. This morning I let them cycle freely through my mind, lingering in a hazy daydream, and I allowed myself to spend that time being appreciative for my family, for my friends, for the lessons I learned this week, for my health, for silly bursts of laughter, for an upcoming vacation, for risks.
Big birds sitting on stumps in the water. They didn't move. They just sat there. I wondered if they were thinking, or sleeping, or what (?). Anyway, they were beautiful and for a moment I wished I had my camera but I'm kind of glad I didn't. I think if I had stopped they might have flown away and that's not what was supposed to happen today. For any of us.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 22, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, December 16, 2012
It Pours
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 27
Planned run: Training Schedule 14 miles (in my head? Maybe 5?)
Actual run: 0
Last week was rough.
Thursday, I finally did some dedicated reading on Overtraining Syndrome. I checked off headaches, stomach upset, irritability, and insomnia. When I read about the "compulsion to train", I laughed until I cried. Literally. Not a good day.
Last night I went to sleep telling myself a bedtime story that went something like this. I'd get up in the morning, put on my running gear and run. Just 5 miles. If I felt great, 7. If I felt really great, I'd go the 14.
Here's reality: I woke every hour or two and flexed my right ankle, feeling the pull on my Achilles tendon. (I've been participating in this insomniac stretch for weeks.) When I finally turned to look at my alarm clock at 7:30 and stepped onto the floor I felt my heels protest. Ouch.
I can't run today. My feet can't take the pounding of the pavement.
Now it's raining. In the last couple of days, I've watched a bazillion episodes of LA Ink and I've about decided which tattoo I'll get. (The last sentence is to see if my kids are paying attention. Ha!) I've also watched 3 episodes of Christmas at South Park. I'm trying not to be bored and I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself.
I've also been trying not to think of those little kids and teachers who were gunned down in Connecticut. But how can I not? As I type this I think the best thing is for me TO think of them, to get out of my self-involved little world for as long as it takes today. There is no reason, no cause, no errand, no duty more pressing than for me to simply sit quietly with no music, no books, no light, no sound other than the raindrops hitting my window and to think of those humans who lived, who laughed, who breathed, who ran, who played, who smiled. Today I'll be quiet and I'll honor them. And I'll cry.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 16, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned run: Training Schedule 14 miles (in my head? Maybe 5?)
Actual run: 0
Last week was rough.
Thursday, I finally did some dedicated reading on Overtraining Syndrome. I checked off headaches, stomach upset, irritability, and insomnia. When I read about the "compulsion to train", I laughed until I cried. Literally. Not a good day.
Last night I went to sleep telling myself a bedtime story that went something like this. I'd get up in the morning, put on my running gear and run. Just 5 miles. If I felt great, 7. If I felt really great, I'd go the 14.
Here's reality: I woke every hour or two and flexed my right ankle, feeling the pull on my Achilles tendon. (I've been participating in this insomniac stretch for weeks.) When I finally turned to look at my alarm clock at 7:30 and stepped onto the floor I felt my heels protest. Ouch.
I can't run today. My feet can't take the pounding of the pavement.
Now it's raining. In the last couple of days, I've watched a bazillion episodes of LA Ink and I've about decided which tattoo I'll get. (The last sentence is to see if my kids are paying attention. Ha!) I've also watched 3 episodes of Christmas at South Park. I'm trying not to be bored and I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself.
I've also been trying not to think of those little kids and teachers who were gunned down in Connecticut. But how can I not? As I type this I think the best thing is for me TO think of them, to get out of my self-involved little world for as long as it takes today. There is no reason, no cause, no errand, no duty more pressing than for me to simply sit quietly with no music, no books, no light, no sound other than the raindrops hitting my window and to think of those humans who lived, who laughed, who breathed, who ran, who played, who smiled. Today I'll be quiet and I'll honor them. And I'll cry.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 16, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Enough Already
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 14, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 32
Planned run 5 miles
4.3 miles 4:20 pm 52 degrees
Time 46:37 10:50 pace
Yesterday was interesting. If interesting means:
Walking like I was hobbled...
grunting when I stood...
eating Advil like TicTacs...
spilling water down the front of my shirt because I was too tired to care...
Sure. Yesterday was interesting.
I did all that.
Today was much less interesting. I woke up and tentatively placed my feet on the carpet. I tested my gait. Hey! I could walk without wincing. I looked forward to a 5 mile run after work.
The sun was shining. The birds were singing. And my right heel started barking almost immediately. I decided to run a little faster, to see if I could change up my pace just a teensy bit - putting less of a pound on my heel. In theory, it should have worked.
I gave up and came home.
I think I'll take a couple days' break. I talked to my son about it. He's my running Guru. He agrees with his Mama. I love that.
I'll keep you posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 32
Planned run 5 miles
4.3 miles 4:20 pm 52 degrees
Time 46:37 10:50 pace
Yesterday was interesting. If interesting means:
Walking like I was hobbled...
grunting when I stood...
eating Advil like TicTacs...
spilling water down the front of my shirt because I was too tired to care...
Sure. Yesterday was interesting.
I did all that.
Today was much less interesting. I woke up and tentatively placed my feet on the carpet. I tested my gait. Hey! I could walk without wincing. I looked forward to a 5 mile run after work.
The sun was shining. The birds were singing. And my right heel started barking almost immediately. I decided to run a little faster, to see if I could change up my pace just a teensy bit - putting less of a pound on my heel. In theory, it should have worked.
I gave up and came home.
I think I'll take a couple days' break. I talked to my son about it. He's my running Guru. He agrees with his Mama. I love that.
I'll keep you posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, December 9, 2012
With a Little Help From My Friends
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 13, Day 7
Planned Activity: 30K (18 Miles)
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 34
30K 6:30 am 65 degrees at start
*Time 3:47:43 12:39 pace
I went to two parties last night - the night before a big run. Yes, I did that.
I had less than half a serving of vodka, mixed with cranberry juice and tonic and the rest of the evening I drank water and more juice. I needed to be around people I know and love. I needed to be around twinkly Christmas lights and bite-sized yummy food. And laughter, lots of laughter.
I needed to hear from my friends that the decisions I've made lately are sound and that my friends would have and actually HAVE done the same. I needed hugs and I got them.
I was home by 9:30. I was up by 5.
I pulled on my new, hot pink compression socks - a gift from my daughter - and the rest of my running gear and I ate an English muffin with peanut butter before going downstairs to the Start Line.
My right heal hurt like a bitch throughout part of the race. My left knee hurt throughout the rest of it. I got hungry around mile 10. I ate the calorie blocs I carried with me. I was still hungry.
A friend was taking pictures on the sidelines. He lifted my spirits. I was still hurting.
I learned a lot during this race.
I need to carry more calories. I need my friends. When my thoughts started to disappear - and I mean THEY DISAPPEARED (I didn't know what direction I was running) - I pulled myself back to reality with replaying some of the conversations from last night's parties. I think I was out of my damned mind for a few minutes this morning. Heat + low blood sugar = BAD,
I need to use some skin lube for my upper arms if I'm going to wear a singlet. Did I mention how hot it was today? My arms are not-ready-for-sleeveless-anytime-soon.
I can get through the pain and the toil of the marathon but I can't get through it alone.
Nope, can't do it.
I need my friends. And food. And lube.
*Edited: Official times are posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 9, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Activity: 30K (18 Miles)
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 34
30K 6:30 am 65 degrees at start
*Time 3:47:43 12:39 pace
I went to two parties last night - the night before a big run. Yes, I did that.
I had less than half a serving of vodka, mixed with cranberry juice and tonic and the rest of the evening I drank water and more juice. I needed to be around people I know and love. I needed to be around twinkly Christmas lights and bite-sized yummy food. And laughter, lots of laughter.
I needed to hear from my friends that the decisions I've made lately are sound and that my friends would have and actually HAVE done the same. I needed hugs and I got them.
I was home by 9:30. I was up by 5.
I pulled on my new, hot pink compression socks - a gift from my daughter - and the rest of my running gear and I ate an English muffin with peanut butter before going downstairs to the Start Line.
My right heal hurt like a bitch throughout part of the race. My left knee hurt throughout the rest of it. I got hungry around mile 10. I ate the calorie blocs I carried with me. I was still hungry.
A friend was taking pictures on the sidelines. He lifted my spirits. I was still hurting.
I learned a lot during this race.
I need to carry more calories. I need my friends. When my thoughts started to disappear - and I mean THEY DISAPPEARED (I didn't know what direction I was running) - I pulled myself back to reality with replaying some of the conversations from last night's parties. I think I was out of my damned mind for a few minutes this morning. Heat + low blood sugar = BAD,
I need to use some skin lube for my upper arms if I'm going to wear a singlet. Did I mention how hot it was today? My arms are not-ready-for-sleeveless-anytime-soon.
I can get through the pain and the toil of the marathon but I can't get through it alone.
Nope, can't do it.
I need my friends. And food. And lube.
*Edited: Official times are posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 9, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Hell Run
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 13, Day 3
Planned Activity: 9 miles
9.02 miles 1:53:21 4:40 am 12:34 pace 57degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 38
That's the only way I can describe it. It hurt. I tried to bail out on myself at 3 different points. I didn't. I finished.
Carry on.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 5, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Activity: 9 miles
9.02 miles 1:53:21 4:40 am 12:34 pace 57degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 38
That's the only way I can describe it. It hurt. I tried to bail out on myself at 3 different points. I didn't. I finished.
Carry on.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 5, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, December 3, 2012
Seizing Moments and Changing Course
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 13, Day 1
Planned Activity: Rest
5.02 miles 56:42 4:15pm 11:18 pace 75degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 40
The weatherman is predicting rain for tomorrow. My week is also packed with things that mean less to me than I'd like. I didn't put them on my schedule but I can't take them off without looking like someone who doesn't care about her (a) friends, or (b) job. Mostly b.
Oh, and c.
c. I ventured back into the dating pool. (I can hear the gasps now!) So there's that. Explaining to a potential suitor that I'm really, truly beat at 8pm is a hilarious conversation. Fatigue skews my enthusiasm for dating and I have to work hard to remember all those conversations with my friends, my family (and myself) about how much I'd like to be in a relationship. (At least I'm always hungry. No fake, girly, "I'll just have a salad" from my side of the table.)
Coincidentally my mileage is increasing as my work and social schedule are becoming more challenging. And I really, really, REALLY need a haircut.
What's a runner to do? Adjust and become more efficient.
The sunshine was calling to me and I had to decide...4 or 5 miles? I went for 5 tonight. I think it was a good idea because the 18 looming this weekend feels daunting. I'll run my 9 Wednesday and then 4 Thursday, hopefully resting Friday and Saturday.
I keep telling myself: No matter the distance, it's just a mile at a time. Then another, then another. Just tick them off. I can do this.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 3, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Activity: Rest
5.02 miles 56:42 4:15pm 11:18 pace 75degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 40
The weatherman is predicting rain for tomorrow. My week is also packed with things that mean less to me than I'd like. I didn't put them on my schedule but I can't take them off without looking like someone who doesn't care about her (a) friends, or (b) job. Mostly b.
Oh, and c.
c. I ventured back into the dating pool. (I can hear the gasps now!) So there's that. Explaining to a potential suitor that I'm really, truly beat at 8pm is a hilarious conversation. Fatigue skews my enthusiasm for dating and I have to work hard to remember all those conversations with my friends, my family (and myself) about how much I'd like to be in a relationship. (At least I'm always hungry. No fake, girly, "I'll just have a salad" from my side of the table.)
Coincidentally my mileage is increasing as my work and social schedule are becoming more challenging. And I really, really, REALLY need a haircut.
What's a runner to do? Adjust and become more efficient.
The sunshine was calling to me and I had to decide...4 or 5 miles? I went for 5 tonight. I think it was a good idea because the 18 looming this weekend feels daunting. I'll run my 9 Wednesday and then 4 Thursday, hopefully resting Friday and Saturday.
I keep telling myself: No matter the distance, it's just a mile at a time. Then another, then another. Just tick them off. I can do this.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 3, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Hips Don't Lie
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 12, Day 7
Planned: Cross training
Hatha yoga class
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 41
Pigeon pose. For those who take/teach yoga, you know what I mean. Every mile I put in last week - out there, on the mat.
Gratitude? Something like that.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 2, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned: Cross training
Hatha yoga class
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 41
Pigeon pose. For those who take/teach yoga, you know what I mean. Every mile I put in last week - out there, on the mat.
Gratitude? Something like that.
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 2, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Pssst! Have We Got a Deal For You!
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 12, Day 6
Planned Run: 12 miles
12.02 mile 2 hours 20 minutes 11:39 pace
6:50 am 65 degrees 800% humidity (ok, I make up the humidity part)
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 42
(in my email InBox)
"Congratulations from Runkeeper! You've set new personal records!"
Furthest distance in one week: 29.1 miles
"You can find out how many calories you burned by becoming an Elite Member."
Translation: Spend more money on running.
Ha! I know I've burned hella calories. The new scrubs I bought are already hobo baggy. I'm always starving. Ok, not starving. I exaggerate. I'm always hungry. The scale isn't moving, I'm just hungry and my clothes are loose. I'm burning a lot of calories.
Dear Runkeeper,
I love you for helping me feed my brain. I now use a Forerunner 110 GPS watch to help me know my pace and my distance. I still manually enter my miles into Runkeeper and I also plug the minutes into myfitnesspal (either with the laptop or smartphone. Why? Hello. I'm Michelle and I'm an addict. I'll going to obsess over something. I know myself pretty well. It's either this (tracking my progress) or I'll spend my days and nights riding the Serotonin to Dopamine Express, armed with Hershey bars purchased with a ticket heavily discounted on the shame market.
I choose numbers.
So I'm going to pass on your offer to take my money and do the math for me. I've got this.
No Thanks,
M
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 12 miles
12.02 mile 2 hours 20 minutes 11:39 pace
6:50 am 65 degrees 800% humidity (ok, I make up the humidity part)
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 42
(in my email InBox)
"Congratulations from Runkeeper! You've set new personal records!"
Furthest distance in one week: 29.1 miles
"You can find out how many calories you burned by becoming an Elite Member."
Translation: Spend more money on running.
Ha! I know I've burned hella calories. The new scrubs I bought are already hobo baggy. I'm always starving. Ok, not starving. I exaggerate. I'm always hungry. The scale isn't moving, I'm just hungry and my clothes are loose. I'm burning a lot of calories.
Dear Runkeeper,
I love you for helping me feed my brain. I now use a Forerunner 110 GPS watch to help me know my pace and my distance. I still manually enter my miles into Runkeeper and I also plug the minutes into myfitnesspal (either with the laptop or smartphone. Why? Hello. I'm Michelle and I'm an addict. I'll going to obsess over something. I know myself pretty well. It's either this (tracking my progress) or I'll spend my days and nights riding the Serotonin to Dopamine Express, armed with Hershey bars purchased with a ticket heavily discounted on the shame market.
I choose numbers.
So I'm going to pass on your offer to take my money and do the math for me. I've got this.
No Thanks,
M
©Michelle Scofield, Dec. 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Frosty Moon
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 12, Day 4
Planned Run: 5 miles
5.03 mile 58:05 11:33 pace
5:00 am 45 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 44
It seems like this full moon is lasting more days than others I've noticed. Maybe it's because my...
...morning runs are earlier.
...patience has been tested by possible lunatics more often than usual.
Or something else.
Anyway. This morning I broke my flashy LED light-up blinkie thingie that tells drivers not to run over me when I'm out on the dark roads. I was all bundled up in a sweatshirt and running tights. Good thing my sweatshirt had reflective letters spelling out "KANSAS MOM" on the front. I didn't see more than 4 cars but I'll buy another light before my 12 mile run Saturday morning. With this schedule, I'm waking up before 6 everyday - even when I don't have anywhere to go. I'm sure I'll be up and running before dawn.
I'm thinking a massage is in order. I've switched up my running stride a little (not entirely on purpose) and I'm feeling it in my shoulders and hips. I'll add it to the To-Do list. Under First World Problems.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 5 miles
5.03 mile 58:05 11:33 pace
5:00 am 45 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 44
It seems like this full moon is lasting more days than others I've noticed. Maybe it's because my...
...morning runs are earlier.
...patience has been tested by possible lunatics more often than usual.
Or something else.
Anyway. This morning I broke my flashy LED light-up blinkie thingie that tells drivers not to run over me when I'm out on the dark roads. I was all bundled up in a sweatshirt and running tights. Good thing my sweatshirt had reflective letters spelling out "KANSAS MOM" on the front. I didn't see more than 4 cars but I'll buy another light before my 12 mile run Saturday morning. With this schedule, I'm waking up before 6 everyday - even when I don't have anywhere to go. I'm sure I'll be up and running before dawn.
I'm thinking a massage is in order. I've switched up my running stride a little (not entirely on purpose) and I'm feeling it in my shoulders and hips. I'll add it to the To-Do list. Under First World Problems.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Mid Week - Ramping Up
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 12, Day 3
Planned Run: 8 miles
8.05 miles 1 hour 34 minutes 11:41 pace
4:20 am 41 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 45
Cool air.
Felt great.
Foot is better.
Happy Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 28, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 8 miles
8.05 miles 1 hour 34 minutes 11:41 pace
4:20 am 41 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 45
Cool air.
Felt great.
Foot is better.
Happy Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 28, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, November 26, 2012
Planning For the Weeks Ahead
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 12, Day 1
Planned Run: 4 miles
4.02 miles 44:36 11:06 pace
5:02 pm 78 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 47
It was a little warm and muggy but a run was not a bad way to end an afternoon and start an evening. The thing is - my schedule says my miles are going to add up and the days are getting shorter. I'm trying to figure out how to get it done. It's the 8 miler in the middle of the week that will be the real challenge. I need to think about it.
Planning seems to be the secret. I went grocery shopping yesterday and was happy to have the ingredients for a healthy dinner on hand when I finished my run tonight. I'm going to make it a point to keep the refrigerator stocked because I feel much, MUCH better when I eat to run rather than run out to eat. My budget feels better, too.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: 4 miles
4.02 miles 44:36 11:06 pace
5:02 pm 78 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 47
It was a little warm and muggy but a run was not a bad way to end an afternoon and start an evening. The thing is - my schedule says my miles are going to add up and the days are getting shorter. I'm trying to figure out how to get it done. It's the 8 miler in the middle of the week that will be the real challenge. I need to think about it.
Planning seems to be the secret. I went grocery shopping yesterday and was happy to have the ingredients for a healthy dinner on hand when I finished my run tonight. I'm going to make it a point to keep the refrigerator stocked because I feel much, MUCH better when I eat to run rather than run out to eat. My budget feels better, too.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, November 25, 2012
10 days off - sort of
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 11, Day 7
Planned Run: What's a Plan? 5 miles
5.05 miles 58:32 11:35 pace
8:40 am 53 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 48
I arrived in Seattle with the knowledge that my hotel had a fitness room and that the weather wasn't going to be a fun little drizzle but, rather, a downpour for several days. I didn't feel so bad about being on a doctor-ordered rest from running.
My brother and his wife (who I feel is very much a sister) met me at the airport and we went to dinner the first night. I enjoyed more family the second day when they drove into the area near my hotel and my daughter and her husband (yep, like a son) met us for a walk through the market.
During the time I had on my own, I got in a couple of stair climber/elliptical workouts. I also walked around downtown Seattle - a lot. There are so many beautiful buildings, art galleries, museums, and interesting venues. Never mind the rain. There are also hills. Epic hills. I felt like I got my exercise.
I moved out to Everett to spend the holiday with my brother's family. We took two long walks together. Really nice. We also ate fantastic seafood and toured the wine district.
Wow.
It's a good thing I'd given myself permission to relax and enjoy the trip because that's exactly what I did. The thing is, my brother and sister-in-law are also now in the mindset of taking care of themselves so even though we indulged in delicious wine and tasted some yummy food, we were thoughtful in our choices. We went to a restaurant for breakfast and I was so proud of us for the way we each ordered. We had half omelets with veggies instead of fatty fillings and fruit instead of potatoes. It's not a struggle to make these decisions. We've developed habits and I'm excited to think of us growing past middle age, into being old folks together.
So it was with real sadness that I checked my bags at the airport and started my journey home. I love my family and I need to find a way to be closer to them. It was a wonderful trip and this notion of me not wanting to live in a city without family only gets stronger each time I'm with them.
And then my sadness turned to frustration when I realized that my flight was cancelled. Sigh. What are you gonna do? This is what I did. I stood on a long line and waited silently while a lone smartass agent repeatedly told us that he didn't want us looking so angry, making cracks, or asking him any questions. (I didn't hear one person in that line say one word to that man at all. He was trying to be funny but we just wanted to go home.) I felt bad for the elderly people and the people trying to get to Mexico City who didn't speak English. I only had to get to Houston. I waited an hour and a half to get a seat on a flight that got me home 4 hours later than planned. Not that big of a deal, really. Did I thank the smartass agent? Of course. Did I smile at him. Not on your life.
Will I let United Airlines know about his behaviour when I go to their customer satisfaction website per this morning's email invitation? Gladly.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Planned Run: What's a Plan? 5 miles
5.05 miles 58:32 11:35 pace
8:40 am 53 degrees
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 48
I arrived in Seattle with the knowledge that my hotel had a fitness room and that the weather wasn't going to be a fun little drizzle but, rather, a downpour for several days. I didn't feel so bad about being on a doctor-ordered rest from running.
My brother and his wife (who I feel is very much a sister) met me at the airport and we went to dinner the first night. I enjoyed more family the second day when they drove into the area near my hotel and my daughter and her husband (yep, like a son) met us for a walk through the market.
During the time I had on my own, I got in a couple of stair climber/elliptical workouts. I also walked around downtown Seattle - a lot. There are so many beautiful buildings, art galleries, museums, and interesting venues. Never mind the rain. There are also hills. Epic hills. I felt like I got my exercise.
I moved out to Everett to spend the holiday with my brother's family. We took two long walks together. Really nice. We also ate fantastic seafood and toured the wine district.
Wow.
It's a good thing I'd given myself permission to relax and enjoy the trip because that's exactly what I did. The thing is, my brother and sister-in-law are also now in the mindset of taking care of themselves so even though we indulged in delicious wine and tasted some yummy food, we were thoughtful in our choices. We went to a restaurant for breakfast and I was so proud of us for the way we each ordered. We had half omelets with veggies instead of fatty fillings and fruit instead of potatoes. It's not a struggle to make these decisions. We've developed habits and I'm excited to think of us growing past middle age, into being old folks together.
So it was with real sadness that I checked my bags at the airport and started my journey home. I love my family and I need to find a way to be closer to them. It was a wonderful trip and this notion of me not wanting to live in a city without family only gets stronger each time I'm with them.
And then my sadness turned to frustration when I realized that my flight was cancelled. Sigh. What are you gonna do? This is what I did. I stood on a long line and waited silently while a lone smartass agent repeatedly told us that he didn't want us looking so angry, making cracks, or asking him any questions. (I didn't hear one person in that line say one word to that man at all. He was trying to be funny but we just wanted to go home.) I felt bad for the elderly people and the people trying to get to Mexico City who didn't speak English. I only had to get to Houston. I waited an hour and a half to get a seat on a flight that got me home 4 hours later than planned. Not that big of a deal, really. Did I thank the smartass agent? Of course. Did I smile at him. Not on your life.
Will I let United Airlines know about his behaviour when I go to their customer satisfaction website per this morning's email invitation? Gladly.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, November 15, 2012
We Interrupt This Program...
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 10, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 58
Following Doctor's orders: No running for a week. NSAIDs. High Dose Vitamin D. I can walk, bike, swim, even use the elliptical.
I will behave. My attitude is good. My mood is upbeat. I'm going to run that marathon.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 15, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 58
Following Doctor's orders: No running for a week. NSAIDs. High Dose Vitamin D. I can walk, bike, swim, even use the elliptical.
I will behave. My attitude is good. My mood is upbeat. I'm going to run that marathon.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 15, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Sleep Rocking
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 10, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 60
Planned activity: 4 mile run
5:00 am 51 degrees
4.1 miles 46:11 11:16 pace
Now I know how a rock feel when it sleeps. I needed rest.
Monday night was one for the records. My well-deserved, post-run slumber was interrupted somewhere around 2:30 by a slamming headache. The rest of the night was spent in a stuporous wave of confusion, back and forth to the bathroom, thinking maybe I should go to the emergency room because (seriously) this was possibly the worse migraine I've ever experienced in my life. I've been lucky to have a break from bad headaches for about 5 years. I'm on medication to prevent them and I think being "of a certain age" and hormonal status is a blessing in disguise.
I didn't go to the emergency room. I rationalized that if I went, I might be given some medication that wouldn't allow me to drive myself home. I rationalized that if I went, I wouldn't be able to work the following day. I rationalized that if I went, I might have a scan of my brain that would find something DIRE and FRIGHTENING.
I didn't go to the emergency room. I stuck it out and managed to drag myself to work with a few spoonsful of oatmeal, a couple of Tylenol and half a cup of coffee in my belly. I dragged through the morning. (Thank goodness I didn't have a clinic schedule.) My office mates were very kind to me and by noon I was feeling much better. I drank copious amounts of cool water and hot herbal tea all day. After work I was back to my old self. I went to the library and then came home to dinner and early bed. Early. For sure. I was asleep by 9, maybe 8:30.
It wasn't so bad to have a 4:30 wake-up today. The run felt good. My foot is still aching, minimally. I'll see my doctor today and get a verdict. The air was cool and crisp. I was trying to think of the source of my headache. Maybe I got dehydrated, that's all I can guess. I drove an hour each way to work Monday, ran 7 miles in the evening (instead of the morning), and dinner was kind of a catch-all. Hopefully it was an isolated thing and I'm over that. I don't want an encore. No way.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 14, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 60
Planned activity: 4 mile run
5:00 am 51 degrees
4.1 miles 46:11 11:16 pace
Now I know how a rock feel when it sleeps. I needed rest.
Monday night was one for the records. My well-deserved, post-run slumber was interrupted somewhere around 2:30 by a slamming headache. The rest of the night was spent in a stuporous wave of confusion, back and forth to the bathroom, thinking maybe I should go to the emergency room because (seriously) this was possibly the worse migraine I've ever experienced in my life. I've been lucky to have a break from bad headaches for about 5 years. I'm on medication to prevent them and I think being "of a certain age" and hormonal status is a blessing in disguise.
I didn't go to the emergency room. I rationalized that if I went, I might be given some medication that wouldn't allow me to drive myself home. I rationalized that if I went, I wouldn't be able to work the following day. I rationalized that if I went, I might have a scan of my brain that would find something DIRE and FRIGHTENING.
I didn't go to the emergency room. I stuck it out and managed to drag myself to work with a few spoonsful of oatmeal, a couple of Tylenol and half a cup of coffee in my belly. I dragged through the morning. (Thank goodness I didn't have a clinic schedule.) My office mates were very kind to me and by noon I was feeling much better. I drank copious amounts of cool water and hot herbal tea all day. After work I was back to my old self. I went to the library and then came home to dinner and early bed. Early. For sure. I was asleep by 9, maybe 8:30.
It wasn't so bad to have a 4:30 wake-up today. The run felt good. My foot is still aching, minimally. I'll see my doctor today and get a verdict. The air was cool and crisp. I was trying to think of the source of my headache. Maybe I got dehydrated, that's all I can guess. I drove an hour each way to work Monday, ran 7 miles in the evening (instead of the morning), and dinner was kind of a catch-all. Hopefully it was an isolated thing and I'm over that. I don't want an encore. No way.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 14, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sweet Thoughts
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 10, Day 1
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 62
Planned activity: 4 mile run
7.07 miles 1 hour 19 minutes 11:10 pace
I'm going to do my best to fit it all in this week. That includes rest days, doctor's appointments, work, driving an extra 4 hours total to get to work at clinics I'm covering, and a long flight. I also have these runs on my schedule:
3 miles. 7 miles. 4 miles. 15 miles.
This is all contingent on my Doc allowing me to continue to run. I'm not in as much pain. I saw the MRI report. The sprinkles missing from the top of the caramel sundae are his eyes reading the films. (I LOVE me a caramel sundae!)
So...I'm going to adapt, adjust, fit-in, make-do.
Tonight I thought I'd shake off my "it's-eight-in-the-morning-here's-your-first-consult" day with an easy 4 mile run. The weather is beautiful. I was feeling pretty good, except for being hungry. (I didn't plan so great today and I ended up grabbing a turkey sandwich at a hospital cafeteria but didn't have any snacks to ward off afternoon hunger.)
Before I set out on my run, I ate a handful of mini pretzels and drank half a glass of Gatorade.
It really WAS a beautiful fall day. I love the sound and feel of leaves crunching under my feet. As I came up on 2 miles I realized that I could go another 1.5 miles, turn around and I'd have 7. Not a difficult sell. I finished in the dark but, hey, I run in the dark most mornings.
As I finished up (around mile 6), I realized that my mindset about distance has shifted. I now consider a 12 or 15 mile run a long run. 6 or 7 isn't such a big deal.
I'm about to tuck into the sweet potato I baked last night. I have a feeling it's going to taste extra sweet after an hour plus of running. Not as good as a caramel sundae. I'm not going to lie to you. A root vegetable doesn't hold a candle to ice cream. I may be obsessed with running but I haven't lost my damned mind.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 12, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 62
Planned activity: 4 mile run
7.07 miles 1 hour 19 minutes 11:10 pace
I'm going to do my best to fit it all in this week. That includes rest days, doctor's appointments, work, driving an extra 4 hours total to get to work at clinics I'm covering, and a long flight. I also have these runs on my schedule:
3 miles. 7 miles. 4 miles. 15 miles.
This is all contingent on my Doc allowing me to continue to run. I'm not in as much pain. I saw the MRI report. The sprinkles missing from the top of the caramel sundae are his eyes reading the films. (I LOVE me a caramel sundae!)
So...I'm going to adapt, adjust, fit-in, make-do.
Tonight I thought I'd shake off my "it's-eight-in-the-morning-here's-your-first-consult" day with an easy 4 mile run. The weather is beautiful. I was feeling pretty good, except for being hungry. (I didn't plan so great today and I ended up grabbing a turkey sandwich at a hospital cafeteria but didn't have any snacks to ward off afternoon hunger.)
Before I set out on my run, I ate a handful of mini pretzels and drank half a glass of Gatorade.
It really WAS a beautiful fall day. I love the sound and feel of leaves crunching under my feet. As I came up on 2 miles I realized that I could go another 1.5 miles, turn around and I'd have 7. Not a difficult sell. I finished in the dark but, hey, I run in the dark most mornings.
As I finished up (around mile 6), I realized that my mindset about distance has shifted. I now consider a 12 or 15 mile run a long run. 6 or 7 isn't such a big deal.
I'm about to tuck into the sweet potato I baked last night. I have a feeling it's going to taste extra sweet after an hour plus of running. Not as good as a caramel sundae. I'm not going to lie to you. A root vegetable doesn't hold a candle to ice cream. I may be obsessed with running but I haven't lost my damned mind.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 12, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Out of the Darkness, A Child's Voice
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 63
Planned activity: Cross Train
9:45 am Hatha Yoga Class
I had to admit it. I had very little to wear. My one pair of dress pants looked more like jodhpurs - ridiculous. After I wore them to work Wednesday, I washed them and put them in the donate section of my closet. I had to go shopping.
I read a lot of fashion magazines. I watch fashion shows on the net. I read fashion blogs. I go to live fashion shows when I get an invite and I've been known to crash an opening or two. I love fashion. I've been thinking a lot about how to replace my wardrobe and I came up with one word.
Black.
I walked toward Nordstrom's with resolve. I scolded myself. I'm too easily drawn to the red dress, the green skirt, the gold blouse. Good God, I just described myself as a Christmas tree. I cajoled myself. Black is slimming. I've come so far in my fight to regain my former body. Wearing black will only make me look better. I coached myself. I can do it! I talked to my rational (read: frugal) self. If I'm going to spend money now, I'm going to purchase a few quality pieces and they're going to be black. I have black boots (too many to count), black leather jackets (yes - that's plural), and black coats.
However. But. On the other hand...
I was also feeling mellow and gooshy on the inside from my yoga class. I'd blissed out during the Savasana and was finding myself receptive to everyone I came across this afternoon. I'd chatted with sales people and fellow shoppers as if we were old friends. I was walking out of the department store with a bag full of black t-shirts, black sweaters, black tights, and black pants when a little girl shrieked in delight and shouted to me, "Elmo!"
Maybe a little color in my life isn't such a bad thing.
I'd worn my Sesame Street t-shirt on my shopping trip. Hey, at least I'm not the only one who likes it.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Thinking about Peppers and a Peck of Other Things
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 6
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 64
Planned activity: 12 mile run
5:15 pm 61 degrees 12.02 miles 2 hours 25 minutes 12:04 pace
I've never liked peppers. Let me qualify that. I've always despised bell peppers. I couldn't stand the taste of them: raw, stuffed, roasted, any way they were presented to me. I still won't eat one raw but I've prepared three meals for myself this week that included bell peppers. I'm eating scrambled eggs and peppers as I type this entry. Yum! My point...tastes change. Mine did. If you haven't tried something lately, do. You might be surprised.
I'm still in awe at how my diet has changed over the last year. I have to go to the grocery store every few days because of the need to restock my produce bin. I feel very fortunate to have the resources available to me to be able to purchase such a wide variety of fresh and nutritious food. I'm painfully aware that I'm in the minority of people that enjoy this ability to eat what I want, when I want.
There were dozens of runners on the road this morning. We're getting closer to the big Houston Marathon and Saturday morning along Lexington is prime time for long-run training. I think the majority of the people I came across were with Fort Bend Fit, a running club in this area. There were a few of us solo runners - running against the stream. Most of us exchange quick greetings as we pass each other. I had to smile (with a bit of envy) as I approached a group of three women, obviously running together. They were running side by side by side, filling the entire sidewalk. We made eye contact. I started to open my mouth to utter a chipper "good morning", but they kept coming, and...I was forced to yield to their three-strong sidewalk brigade and to step onto the grass. So much for running etiquette. *sigh* Oh, well. Such is life out here in Stepford. And people ask me why I want to move back to Houston. Three bad peppers may not ruin a peck of peppers but they sure pickle it.
ANYway...
I continued on, finished my run and I'm home with my peppers and eggs. And a delicious cup of coffee. My foot is on ice. It was achy during the run but not too bad. Oh, I used a pack of Gu energy gel at mile 9. Wouldn't have finished without it. It wasn't too bad and didn't have any tummy issues because of it. I felt like I was starting to bonk and perked up about 10 minutes after getting it down with some water.
Happy Saturday, Everyone! Hope your weekend is everything you want it to be. M
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 10, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 64
Planned activity: 12 mile run
5:15 pm 61 degrees 12.02 miles 2 hours 25 minutes 12:04 pace
I've never liked peppers. Let me qualify that. I've always despised bell peppers. I couldn't stand the taste of them: raw, stuffed, roasted, any way they were presented to me. I still won't eat one raw but I've prepared three meals for myself this week that included bell peppers. I'm eating scrambled eggs and peppers as I type this entry. Yum! My point...tastes change. Mine did. If you haven't tried something lately, do. You might be surprised.
I'm still in awe at how my diet has changed over the last year. I have to go to the grocery store every few days because of the need to restock my produce bin. I feel very fortunate to have the resources available to me to be able to purchase such a wide variety of fresh and nutritious food. I'm painfully aware that I'm in the minority of people that enjoy this ability to eat what I want, when I want.
There were dozens of runners on the road this morning. We're getting closer to the big Houston Marathon and Saturday morning along Lexington is prime time for long-run training. I think the majority of the people I came across were with Fort Bend Fit, a running club in this area. There were a few of us solo runners - running against the stream. Most of us exchange quick greetings as we pass each other. I had to smile (with a bit of envy) as I approached a group of three women, obviously running together. They were running side by side by side, filling the entire sidewalk. We made eye contact. I started to open my mouth to utter a chipper "good morning", but they kept coming, and...I was forced to yield to their three-strong sidewalk brigade and to step onto the grass. So much for running etiquette. *sigh* Oh, well. Such is life out here in Stepford. And people ask me why I want to move back to Houston. Three bad peppers may not ruin a peck of peppers but they sure pickle it.
ANYway...
I continued on, finished my run and I'm home with my peppers and eggs. And a delicious cup of coffee. My foot is on ice. It was achy during the run but not too bad. Oh, I used a pack of Gu energy gel at mile 9. Wouldn't have finished without it. It wasn't too bad and didn't have any tummy issues because of it. I felt like I was starting to bonk and perked up about 10 minutes after getting it down with some water.
Happy Saturday, Everyone! Hope your weekend is everything you want it to be. M
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 10, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Runners Will Understand
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 66
Planned activity: 4 mile run
4:15 pm 82 degrees 4.05 miles 45:21 11:12 pace
The MRI report is pretty unremarkable. Bones, tendons, ligaments. There is some nonspecific edema in the preAchilles fat...it's nonspecific. Maybe from prior trauma. The Achilles tendon itself is unremarkable. My doc is out of town. I have an appointment next Wednesday.
I run to deal with stress.
I'm not in any worse pain than I've been in, certainly much less.
I've been experiencing more stress.
This afternoon I ran.
I'm icing the foot. If it's edema, that makes sense.
There, I feel better all ready.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 8, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 66
Planned activity: 4 mile run
4:15 pm 82 degrees 4.05 miles 45:21 11:12 pace
The MRI report is pretty unremarkable. Bones, tendons, ligaments. There is some nonspecific edema in the preAchilles fat...it's nonspecific. Maybe from prior trauma. The Achilles tendon itself is unremarkable. My doc is out of town. I have an appointment next Wednesday.
I run to deal with stress.
I'm not in any worse pain than I've been in, certainly much less.
I've been experiencing more stress.
This afternoon I ran.
I'm icing the foot. If it's edema, that makes sense.
There, I feel better all ready.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 8, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Waiting Game
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 66
Planned activity: 4 mile run
I saw my doctor and two medical students yesterday. The visit brought back a lot of memories. First in the room was a young woman who was very happy to hear I'm a PA. Her demeanor switched from serious and tentative to bubbly and relaxed as soon as I told her I was using a PPI (proton pump inhibitor) to protect my stomach while taking mass quantities of Ibuprofen. She asked me if I was medical. I told her what I do for a living and she said, "Oh, great! We can talk OUR language!" We did and I felt like she got a lot more out of my assessment than she would have otherwise. Thing is, that's probably not so great for the 97% (my guess) of other patients she'll see in her career. I hope she learns to adapt earlier rather than later in her career. They're not all going to understand what pronation, dorsiflexion, and prostiglandins are. At least not at first conversation.
When my doc showed up - with another med student in tow - he frowned at me and didn't seem all that bubbly. He put me through a few minor demonstrations of my athletic abilities. I walked on my toes, walked on my heels. He asked me to hop on one foot, then the other. I was really hesitant to hop on my right foot. I did it. It didn't hurt too bad. But it hurt.
He pressed on my heels. He squeezed my heels.
He didn't say what I expected him to say. He told me he wanted to get an MRI. He talked about stress fracture and calcium supplement and Vitamin D and ultrasound treatment.
My inner PA talked back.
I don't have osteopenia. I've had a DEXA scan. I detest taking calcium and Vitamin D. The side effects are not tolerable to me. My diet is outstanding. I make sure of it. I'd get the MRI. I want to keep running. He listened. So did the students.
Oh, I won't run if I have a stress fracture. I'm a very smart PA.
I got the test. It took half an hour. I did it over lunch and for the last 15 minutes silent tears slid down my face. I didn't move to wipe them off. I needed them to clean the morning's anger/fear/worry out of my brain.
Just for torture, I checked the cancellation policy for the Houston Marathon. It wasn't so bad. If I have to pull out, I can get an entry into the 2014 race. I'll only lose my 2013 entry fee and will have to pay for 2014. Seems fair. I didn't cry while I read it.
I have the disc of the MRI waiting to be read by my doc. I'll take it to my appointment next Wednesday. He'll either give me an injection in my heel OR he'll (in his words) "Shut this down."
shit.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 8, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 66
Planned activity: 4 mile run
I saw my doctor and two medical students yesterday. The visit brought back a lot of memories. First in the room was a young woman who was very happy to hear I'm a PA. Her demeanor switched from serious and tentative to bubbly and relaxed as soon as I told her I was using a PPI (proton pump inhibitor) to protect my stomach while taking mass quantities of Ibuprofen. She asked me if I was medical. I told her what I do for a living and she said, "Oh, great! We can talk OUR language!" We did and I felt like she got a lot more out of my assessment than she would have otherwise. Thing is, that's probably not so great for the 97% (my guess) of other patients she'll see in her career. I hope she learns to adapt earlier rather than later in her career. They're not all going to understand what pronation, dorsiflexion, and prostiglandins are. At least not at first conversation.
When my doc showed up - with another med student in tow - he frowned at me and didn't seem all that bubbly. He put me through a few minor demonstrations of my athletic abilities. I walked on my toes, walked on my heels. He asked me to hop on one foot, then the other. I was really hesitant to hop on my right foot. I did it. It didn't hurt too bad. But it hurt.
He pressed on my heels. He squeezed my heels.
He didn't say what I expected him to say. He told me he wanted to get an MRI. He talked about stress fracture and calcium supplement and Vitamin D and ultrasound treatment.
My inner PA talked back.
I don't have osteopenia. I've had a DEXA scan. I detest taking calcium and Vitamin D. The side effects are not tolerable to me. My diet is outstanding. I make sure of it. I'd get the MRI. I want to keep running. He listened. So did the students.
Oh, I won't run if I have a stress fracture. I'm a very smart PA.
I got the test. It took half an hour. I did it over lunch and for the last 15 minutes silent tears slid down my face. I didn't move to wipe them off. I needed them to clean the morning's anger/fear/worry out of my brain.
Just for torture, I checked the cancellation policy for the Houston Marathon. It wasn't so bad. If I have to pull out, I can get an entry into the 2014 race. I'll only lose my 2013 entry fee and will have to pay for 2014. Seems fair. I didn't cry while I read it.
I have the disc of the MRI waiting to be read by my doc. I'll take it to my appointment next Wednesday. He'll either give me an injection in my heel OR he'll (in his words) "Shut this down."
shit.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 8, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Election Day Workout
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 68
Planned activity: 7 mile run
7 miles 1hour16 minutes 10:51 min/mile
I voted early. Today I ran early. I set my alarm for 4:30 and got my tired self out of bed, tested the foot, decided it didn't feel so bad and was out the door. I didn't want to take a chance at missing out on either my vote or my run. Both matter a lot to me.
Why would voting in Texas (where I'm a tiny blue dot in a sea of red) mean so much? Because I can't give up. Same for my running.
My vote is the beginning and the end (and the beginning again) of my convictions around separation of church and state, reproductive choice, gender and race equality, peace, pollution, poverty, education, and energy issues.
My vote represents my beating, bleeding, liberal heart.
Have a nice day. And be nice to each other. Damn it.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 6, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 68
Planned activity: 7 mile run
7 miles 1hour16 minutes 10:51 min/mile
I voted early. Today I ran early. I set my alarm for 4:30 and got my tired self out of bed, tested the foot, decided it didn't feel so bad and was out the door. I didn't want to take a chance at missing out on either my vote or my run. Both matter a lot to me.
Why would voting in Texas (where I'm a tiny blue dot in a sea of red) mean so much? Because I can't give up. Same for my running.
My vote is the beginning and the end (and the beginning again) of my convictions around separation of church and state, reproductive choice, gender and race equality, peace, pollution, poverty, education, and energy issues.
My vote represents my beating, bleeding, liberal heart.
Have a nice day. And be nice to each other. Damn it.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 6, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, November 5, 2012
Monday Reboot
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 9, Day 1
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 69
Planned activity: 3 mile run
3.03 miles 33.04 10:55 min/mile
Didn't sleep more than 2 hours straight last night. Let's blame it on the time change. Or the cocktail I had with dinner. Or the Strassburg Sock.
But about that sock. I was able to step out of bed without flinching this morning. Love that!
During my tossing and turning last night, I did a lot of thinking. I've been using the excuse of not running to eat a little more. All in the name of nourishing my recovering cells. That's backwards as hell. That's the kind of thinking that pushed me towards 200 pounds.
The brakes are on.
The run felt good this morning. A little sore but not too bad. I'm keeping my appointment with my doctor Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 5, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 69
Planned activity: 3 mile run
3.03 miles 33.04 10:55 min/mile
Didn't sleep more than 2 hours straight last night. Let's blame it on the time change. Or the cocktail I had with dinner. Or the Strassburg Sock.
But about that sock. I was able to step out of bed without flinching this morning. Love that!
During my tossing and turning last night, I did a lot of thinking. I've been using the excuse of not running to eat a little more. All in the name of nourishing my recovering cells. That's backwards as hell. That's the kind of thinking that pushed me towards 200 pounds.
The brakes are on.
The run felt good this morning. A little sore but not too bad. I'm keeping my appointment with my doctor Wednesday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 5, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Q & A
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 8, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 70
Planned activity: Short run (testing things out)
4.37 miles 54.08 12:23 min/mile
What follows is a glimpse into some of the conversations I had this week. The words in italics were only heard in my head - not out loud. Restraint is sometimes my friend.
Q: What if you couldn't run again?
A: I'd get fat and sad - again. This date is going so bad anyway, I might as well put it all out there. Can I go home now?
Q: Do you stretch?
A: Yes. I do. No, I don't take care of myself at all. Those "PT" appointments on my clinical schedule stand for Poly Technic, not Physical Therapy. I'm looking into a career in defense manufacturing.
Q: Does it have to be a marathon? A half is totally respectable.
A: I know. It's my Mt. Everest. You're the best daughter in the world and I really appreciate your concern. I'm listening to you.
Q: Is it time to pull out of the marathon?
A: Quit talking to yourself, Michelle. The marathon isn't until January. You just took a slow test run and felt achy but not acute pain. You see your Orthopedic Doc this week. Buck up! It ain't over 'til it's over. In the meantime, slow and easy. Now ice that foot and get on with Sunday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 4, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 70
Planned activity: Short run (testing things out)
4.37 miles 54.08 12:23 min/mile
What follows is a glimpse into some of the conversations I had this week. The words in italics were only heard in my head - not out loud. Restraint is sometimes my friend.
Q: What if you couldn't run again?
A: I'd get fat and sad - again. This date is going so bad anyway, I might as well put it all out there. Can I go home now?
Q: Do you stretch?
A: Yes. I do. No, I don't take care of myself at all. Those "PT" appointments on my clinical schedule stand for Poly Technic, not Physical Therapy. I'm looking into a career in defense manufacturing.
Q: Does it have to be a marathon? A half is totally respectable.
A: I know. It's my Mt. Everest. You're the best daughter in the world and I really appreciate your concern. I'm listening to you.
Q: Is it time to pull out of the marathon?
A: Quit talking to yourself, Michelle. The marathon isn't until January. You just took a slow test run and felt achy but not acute pain. You see your Orthopedic Doc this week. Buck up! It ain't over 'til it's over. In the meantime, slow and easy. Now ice that foot and get on with Sunday.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 4, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, November 1, 2012
On the Other Hand/Foot
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 8, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 72
Planned activity: 4 miles
Didn't run this week. Won't run this week. I limped a bit. Does that count?
I'm experiencing a lot of emotions. Disappointment, fear, anger.
On the other hand, I'm trying to tell myself to be patient. I have an appointment with my doctor next week. Resting and possibly a cortisone injection might help.
On the other hand, I'm in too much pain to stretch.
On the other hand, when I stretch - even a little - am I doing more damage?
On the other hand, I resent the hell out of this 52 year old body.
On the other hand, younger athletes get injured.
On the other hand, I looked at the times for Sunday's half marathon and I finished ahead of some younger athletes.
On the other hand, I should find a lap pool.
I only have two hands.
I found an old lidocaine patch and stuck it on my heel. I was able to get a decent night's sleep.
Last hand. I promise. I'm in a much better place to be able to handle disappointment than I was a couple years ago. I'll just have to see. If I have to pull out of marathon training, so be it. Thanks for hanging in here with me. I'll keep you posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 72
Planned activity: 4 miles
Didn't run this week. Won't run this week. I limped a bit. Does that count?
I'm experiencing a lot of emotions. Disappointment, fear, anger.
On the other hand, I'm trying to tell myself to be patient. I have an appointment with my doctor next week. Resting and possibly a cortisone injection might help.
On the other hand, I'm in too much pain to stretch.
On the other hand, when I stretch - even a little - am I doing more damage?
On the other hand, I resent the hell out of this 52 year old body.
On the other hand, younger athletes get injured.
On the other hand, I looked at the times for Sunday's half marathon and I finished ahead of some younger athletes.
On the other hand, I should find a lap pool.
I only have two hands.
I found an old lidocaine patch and stuck it on my heel. I was able to get a decent night's sleep.
Last hand. I promise. I'm in a much better place to be able to handle disappointment than I was a couple years ago. I'll just have to see. If I have to pull out of marathon training, so be it. Thanks for hanging in here with me. I'll keep you posted.
©Michelle Scofield, Nov 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Half-Marathon In The Bag
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 7, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 76
Planned activity: Half Marathon
Houston Half Marathon 13.1 Miles
2:26:04 Pace 11:09/mile 46 degrees Downtown Houston
In my experience, the running never becomes entirely routine. We become more comfortable with certain activities and situations but there is always something that shifts and we find ourselves adjusting. How we handle the adjustment won't necessarily make or break our run but it can make the difference between running in misery and having a good time. And if we're not out there to have fun, just why are we out there?
A 7am start in October means it's dark. A 7am start along Allen Parkway also means parking will be a bit of a challenge, especially for anyone who doesn't know downtown. I left the land of Sugar at 5:30 and drove into Houston with a vague idea of where I might park. I happened onto the free parking garage completely by accident. After finding a spot on the 4th floor, I pinned my bib to my shirt and happily spied an old beach towel on the back seat. I would be relatively warm until the race started. (I'd decided to wear knee-length running pants and a long-sleeved shirt.) I wrapped the towel around my shoulders and descended the stairs to street level.
Kind of.
The stairs opened onto a corridor where I found myself with one other runner and we didn't know where to go from there. He drove down from Dallas last night because he heard this was a good race. He was cold in his shorts and t-shirt. Really cold. I saw dozens of other runners walking outside. I suggested we walk "that way" because they looked like they knew where they were going. He said he was going to stay inside for awhile. No problem. I left him there. Poor guy.
I found the staging area and what seemed to be a very small start line. At about a quarter to 7, the announcement was made to start lining up. If you've run a race, you know that usually the faster runners are at the front, slower at the back. There were only a few thousand registered runners but the funneled start was going to be a problem, it was pretty clear. And then...and then...a handful of people realized that they didn't have a clear picture of the course route. We were to run BACK toward downtown for a mile, double back and then run the bulk of the race to the west. The vast majority of racers knew where they were supposed to be but those that didn't shoved their way to the front with "excuse me, pardon me, excuse me" all the way there. I bet it didn't buy them one minute of time and it certainly didn't buy them any goodwill - judging from the looks they received from the runners around them.
I rode this race on a wave of faith. I had to believe that my training would hold up over a week of rest. I'm in the best shape I've been in my entire adult life and I knew that as far as cardio goes, I could do it. When I woke up this morning, I still had pain and I made the decision that I may always have pain. If it becomes significantly worse during a race, I'll find out what it's like to ride the SAG wagon. For me, running may very well hurt to some degree. My son gave me great advice this week and I appreciate his belief in my abilities. I have friends and colleagues who lift me up at the most needed and wonderful times.
At mile 10, a man ran up next to me and asked me how I was doing. I was starting to slow down a little at that time. I don't know how far back he was when he noticed me and maybe thought to give me a little lift. It was what I needed. It carried me through to the end. I was thrilled to see the finish line.
The full marathon seems like a huge goal. I'm going to let that sit in the background for just a few days and enjoy this accomplishment. This feels great.
Oh, the beach towel. I left it on a fence downtown. Maybe it will keep someone warm tonight.
©Michelle Scofield, October 28, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 76
Planned activity: Half Marathon
Houston Half Marathon 13.1 Miles
2:26:04 Pace 11:09/mile 46 degrees Downtown Houston
In my experience, the running never becomes entirely routine. We become more comfortable with certain activities and situations but there is always something that shifts and we find ourselves adjusting. How we handle the adjustment won't necessarily make or break our run but it can make the difference between running in misery and having a good time. And if we're not out there to have fun, just why are we out there?
A 7am start in October means it's dark. A 7am start along Allen Parkway also means parking will be a bit of a challenge, especially for anyone who doesn't know downtown. I left the land of Sugar at 5:30 and drove into Houston with a vague idea of where I might park. I happened onto the free parking garage completely by accident. After finding a spot on the 4th floor, I pinned my bib to my shirt and happily spied an old beach towel on the back seat. I would be relatively warm until the race started. (I'd decided to wear knee-length running pants and a long-sleeved shirt.) I wrapped the towel around my shoulders and descended the stairs to street level.
Kind of.
The stairs opened onto a corridor where I found myself with one other runner and we didn't know where to go from there. He drove down from Dallas last night because he heard this was a good race. He was cold in his shorts and t-shirt. Really cold. I saw dozens of other runners walking outside. I suggested we walk "that way" because they looked like they knew where they were going. He said he was going to stay inside for awhile. No problem. I left him there. Poor guy.
I found the staging area and what seemed to be a very small start line. At about a quarter to 7, the announcement was made to start lining up. If you've run a race, you know that usually the faster runners are at the front, slower at the back. There were only a few thousand registered runners but the funneled start was going to be a problem, it was pretty clear. And then...and then...a handful of people realized that they didn't have a clear picture of the course route. We were to run BACK toward downtown for a mile, double back and then run the bulk of the race to the west. The vast majority of racers knew where they were supposed to be but those that didn't shoved their way to the front with "excuse me, pardon me, excuse me" all the way there. I bet it didn't buy them one minute of time and it certainly didn't buy them any goodwill - judging from the looks they received from the runners around them.
I rode this race on a wave of faith. I had to believe that my training would hold up over a week of rest. I'm in the best shape I've been in my entire adult life and I knew that as far as cardio goes, I could do it. When I woke up this morning, I still had pain and I made the decision that I may always have pain. If it becomes significantly worse during a race, I'll find out what it's like to ride the SAG wagon. For me, running may very well hurt to some degree. My son gave me great advice this week and I appreciate his belief in my abilities. I have friends and colleagues who lift me up at the most needed and wonderful times.
At mile 10, a man ran up next to me and asked me how I was doing. I was starting to slow down a little at that time. I don't know how far back he was when he noticed me and maybe thought to give me a little lift. It was what I needed. It carried me through to the end. I was thrilled to see the finish line.
The full marathon seems like a huge goal. I'm going to let that sit in the background for just a few days and enjoy this accomplishment. This feels great.
Oh, the beach towel. I left it on a fence downtown. Maybe it will keep someone warm tonight.
©Michelle Scofield, October 28, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Another Day of "Rest"
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 7, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 79
Planned activity: 3 Mile Run
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Consults, Followups, On-Treats. All day long.
I was on my feet and by noon my foot was protesting.
I wondered if I shouldn't just go ahead and run. I was hurting anyway.
I didn't.
I'm 12 miles down in my training for the week but 12 miles ahead when I look at it as giving myself a chance to recover.
(I'm not hurting so much this very minute. Ice and rest help.)
I'm still planning on being at the start line Sunday. Stay tuned.
©Michelle Scofield, October 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 79
Planned activity: 3 Mile Run
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Consults, Followups, On-Treats. All day long.
I was on my feet and by noon my foot was protesting.
I wondered if I shouldn't just go ahead and run. I was hurting anyway.
I didn't.
I'm 12 miles down in my training for the week but 12 miles ahead when I look at it as giving myself a chance to recover.
(I'm not hurting so much this very minute. Ice and rest help.)
I'm still planning on being at the start line Sunday. Stay tuned.
©Michelle Scofield, October 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Positive Reinforcement
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 7, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 80
Planned activity: 6 Mile Run ------------------
Didn't run today. Didn't get on the stationary bike. I had my ass kicked at work which meant I was on my feet and moving a good part of the day but, hey, it comes with the territory. I know I did a good job and that's what's important to me. (Oh, and tomorrow's payday.)
I bounced the notion of not running this week off of my son and off of a friend who is also an athlete. Both agreed. I can do this.
After dinner I was feeling achy and pulled out the heating pad. Sweet relief.
I'm about to turn in for the night. Here's hoping I continue to feel just a little better...day by day.
I'm still planning to drive into Houston later this week to pick up my packet for Sunday's half marathon. As I've heard many, many times. Each runner is an experiment of one.
©Michelle Scofield, October 24, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 80
Planned activity: 6 Mile Run ------------------
Didn't run today. Didn't get on the stationary bike. I had my ass kicked at work which meant I was on my feet and moving a good part of the day but, hey, it comes with the territory. I know I did a good job and that's what's important to me. (Oh, and tomorrow's payday.)
I bounced the notion of not running this week off of my son and off of a friend who is also an athlete. Both agreed. I can do this.
After dinner I was feeling achy and pulled out the heating pad. Sweet relief.
I'm about to turn in for the night. Here's hoping I continue to feel just a little better...day by day.
I'm still planning to drive into Houston later this week to pick up my packet for Sunday's half marathon. As I've heard many, many times. Each runner is an experiment of one.
©Michelle Scofield, October 24, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Glitch
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 7, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 81
Planned activity: 3 Mile Run 35 Minutes Stationary Bike
Enough pain in my right calf Sunday evening to catch myself near-limping. Oh, hell no. I rested yesterday. I felt a little better. Last night I made the decision before going to bed: No running today. I felt irritable, edgy, and pissed off all day. I took my gym clothes to work and left the office as soon as all patient details were taken care of.
I had my book. I had a plan.
I adjusted the bike so that I didn't feel any pain, I opened to the third chapter, and I worked up a sweat.
After I was done I worked my way through a few of the exercises I learned in Physical Therapy and also did a little core work. I didn't push it. I'm still sore but not nearly as bad as Sunday. I'm also still pissed off. I know, I know. But that's how I feel.
I guess I'll just cross train all week and then see how I feel Sunday. I'm registered for the Houston Half Marathon. I'm going to focus on rest, nutrition, and on NOT making things worse. Time will tell.
©Michelle Scofield, October 23, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 81
Planned activity: 3 Mile Run 35 Minutes Stationary Bike
Enough pain in my right calf Sunday evening to catch myself near-limping. Oh, hell no. I rested yesterday. I felt a little better. Last night I made the decision before going to bed: No running today. I felt irritable, edgy, and pissed off all day. I took my gym clothes to work and left the office as soon as all patient details were taken care of.
I had my book. I had a plan.
I adjusted the bike so that I didn't feel any pain, I opened to the third chapter, and I worked up a sweat.
After I was done I worked my way through a few of the exercises I learned in Physical Therapy and also did a little core work. I didn't push it. I'm still sore but not nearly as bad as Sunday. I'm also still pissed off. I know, I know. But that's how I feel.
I guess I'll just cross train all week and then see how I feel Sunday. I'm registered for the Houston Half Marathon. I'm going to focus on rest, nutrition, and on NOT making things worse. Time will tell.
©Michelle Scofield, October 23, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Spice of Life
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 6, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 83
Planned activity: Cross Train
Hatha Yoga Class
Variety.
Anyone who knows me (really knows me) knows that I get bored easily. I change jobs, I move. I paint a room. I move my furniture. I always have 4 books going at the same time - reading and sometimes writing.
This running thing is messing with my head. I'm trying to switch up my routes. I'm listening to podcasts because music seems to disappear into the background of my brain and my thoughts take over. Music doesn't keep me busy enough to fight boredom on a long run. Listening to the conversation - the back and forth - of a radio program works better.
I'm trying to fit yoga into my fitness routine because it helps me turn off and tune out. I was a little surprised to see a couple of young girls in today's class. I mean really young girls (somewhere between 9 and 11 years old?). It was cool. They took the class seriously, did their own thing, and hopefully they're not going to be nearly as uptight as some adults (ME!) when they grow up. It's great to see kids involved in healthy pursuits so early.
A girlfriend and I went to an art event last night. We put on cocktail dresses, high heels, and sparkly jewelry and drove into Houston. It was a nice event but within an hour we knew we were all dressed up and wanted to have a little more, um, fun.
We retrieved my car from the valet and made our way to a place with expensive drinks and live music. We didn't make it home until early this morning. Once we started dancing, we didn't sit much. The place is known for an overabundance of older men who love to dance. And dance we did. We twisted and we cha cha'd. It was an evening full of east coast swing and rumba and laughs...so many laughs.
We paid for our own drinks, all of them. Our drinks numbered a whopping 1 each. At one point she looked at her watch and said, "Wow! It's almost 1am!" It was time for us to go home.
I think I'll spend a quiet day at home the rest of this Sunday. I've had a pretty full weekend. Unless I get bored. Then all bets are off.
©Michelle Scofield, October 21, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 83
Planned activity: Cross Train
Hatha Yoga Class
Variety.
Anyone who knows me (really knows me) knows that I get bored easily. I change jobs, I move. I paint a room. I move my furniture. I always have 4 books going at the same time - reading and sometimes writing.
This running thing is messing with my head. I'm trying to switch up my routes. I'm listening to podcasts because music seems to disappear into the background of my brain and my thoughts take over. Music doesn't keep me busy enough to fight boredom on a long run. Listening to the conversation - the back and forth - of a radio program works better.
I'm trying to fit yoga into my fitness routine because it helps me turn off and tune out. I was a little surprised to see a couple of young girls in today's class. I mean really young girls (somewhere between 9 and 11 years old?). It was cool. They took the class seriously, did their own thing, and hopefully they're not going to be nearly as uptight as some adults (ME!) when they grow up. It's great to see kids involved in healthy pursuits so early.
A girlfriend and I went to an art event last night. We put on cocktail dresses, high heels, and sparkly jewelry and drove into Houston. It was a nice event but within an hour we knew we were all dressed up and wanted to have a little more, um, fun.
We retrieved my car from the valet and made our way to a place with expensive drinks and live music. We didn't make it home until early this morning. Once we started dancing, we didn't sit much. The place is known for an overabundance of older men who love to dance. And dance we did. We twisted and we cha cha'd. It was an evening full of east coast swing and rumba and laughs...so many laughs.
We paid for our own drinks, all of them. Our drinks numbered a whopping 1 each. At one point she looked at her watch and said, "Wow! It's almost 1am!" It was time for us to go home.
I think I'll spend a quiet day at home the rest of this Sunday. I've had a pretty full weekend. Unless I get bored. Then all bets are off.
©Michelle Scofield, October 21, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Ice Water Empathy
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 6, Day 6
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 84
Planned activity: 7 mile run
7:50 am 57 degrees
7.02 miles 1 hour 17 minutes Avg page 10:58 min/mile
Pride.
Not a trait I openly treasure but one I possess. I admit I'm proud of my recent steps toward a healthier life. I'm proud of the children I raised. When I knock down a lot of pins in that power bowling game on Wii, I'm proud but that's pretty short-lived.
I'm proud of my abilities as a health-care provider. I know my way around Oncology and what I don't know I seek out and learn. Even more, I'm proud of my ability to connect with my patients and their families and friends, making sure that the bigger picture isn't missed. It's awesome to cure cancer but if scars are so deep and painful that no one can move after treatment, well then...just what have we done? I try to help everyone flex and move along the way. There are a lot of definitions of "move".
I've worked in several different fields: Cardiothoracic surgery, Medical Oncology, Radiation Therapy, Head and Neck Surgery, Psychiatry, Family Practice, and Pain Management. In each field, that pride thing came up. Someone would tell me how great I was at connecting with my patients and I would feel a little swell of wonderful on the inside. Gee, thanks!
Pain Management is a tough field. People hurt and they complain about it a lot. I admit to having a hard time feeling empathy. It was easier to feel bad for my cancer patients. Not so much for those who were being seen for non-cancer pain. I didn't always get it. I admit it.
The last few days I've been plunging my feet into ice baths. The nice thing for me is that I'm able to pull my feet OUT of this hellish freezing pain after a relatively short time. How horrible it must be to live with the pain of neuropathy (diabetic or otherwise). It's been described (by some) as feeling like your feet are in ice water...24 hours a day...7 days a week, with no relief. Ever.
It's really something to have your eyes opened through your feet.
Humility.
©Michelle Scofield, October 20, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 84
Planned activity: 7 mile run
7:50 am 57 degrees
7.02 miles 1 hour 17 minutes Avg page 10:58 min/mile
Pride.
Not a trait I openly treasure but one I possess. I admit I'm proud of my recent steps toward a healthier life. I'm proud of the children I raised. When I knock down a lot of pins in that power bowling game on Wii, I'm proud but that's pretty short-lived.
I'm proud of my abilities as a health-care provider. I know my way around Oncology and what I don't know I seek out and learn. Even more, I'm proud of my ability to connect with my patients and their families and friends, making sure that the bigger picture isn't missed. It's awesome to cure cancer but if scars are so deep and painful that no one can move after treatment, well then...just what have we done? I try to help everyone flex and move along the way. There are a lot of definitions of "move".
I've worked in several different fields: Cardiothoracic surgery, Medical Oncology, Radiation Therapy, Head and Neck Surgery, Psychiatry, Family Practice, and Pain Management. In each field, that pride thing came up. Someone would tell me how great I was at connecting with my patients and I would feel a little swell of wonderful on the inside. Gee, thanks!
Pain Management is a tough field. People hurt and they complain about it a lot. I admit to having a hard time feeling empathy. It was easier to feel bad for my cancer patients. Not so much for those who were being seen for non-cancer pain. I didn't always get it. I admit it.
The last few days I've been plunging my feet into ice baths. The nice thing for me is that I'm able to pull my feet OUT of this hellish freezing pain after a relatively short time. How horrible it must be to live with the pain of neuropathy (diabetic or otherwise). It's been described (by some) as feeling like your feet are in ice water...24 hours a day...7 days a week, with no relief. Ever.
It's really something to have your eyes opened through your feet.
Humility.
©Michelle Scofield, October 20, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Working My Mind (out)
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 6, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 87
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:20am 71 degrees
3.02 miles 32:55 minutes Avg page 10:54 min/mile
I absolutely, positively did not want to run this morning. I turned off my alarm and stayed in bed through the radio news and the weather. I listened to the traffic report. I finally threw back the covers and groaned my way through getting dressed and out the door.
My right foot/heel/ankle still hurts. It's not so bad once I get going. (I'm still doing my stretching/strengthening/rolling/icing work.)
My body and my mind are tired. It's hard to keep up with the caloric needs right now. Someone at work asked me if I'd lost weight over the weekend. Probably. (Truth be told, I can still stand to lose a pound or ten. I'm simply hungry all the time.)
I'm learning a new electronic medical record-keeping task at my job. Enough said about that.
I've made a decision regarding an unhealthy friendship. I know in my head that it was the right thing to do. My heart doesn't always agree with me. My head wins. My head is smarter and has watched my heart ache too many years.
So my body didn't want to run today.
I feel better after those 3 little miles - at least my mind does. My right foot will tell you after it gets out of this ice bath.
©Michelle Scofield, October 18, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 87
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:20am 71 degrees
3.02 miles 32:55 minutes Avg page 10:54 min/mile
I absolutely, positively did not want to run this morning. I turned off my alarm and stayed in bed through the radio news and the weather. I listened to the traffic report. I finally threw back the covers and groaned my way through getting dressed and out the door.
My right foot/heel/ankle still hurts. It's not so bad once I get going. (I'm still doing my stretching/strengthening/rolling/icing work.)
My body and my mind are tired. It's hard to keep up with the caloric needs right now. Someone at work asked me if I'd lost weight over the weekend. Probably. (Truth be told, I can still stand to lose a pound or ten. I'm simply hungry all the time.)
I'm learning a new electronic medical record-keeping task at my job. Enough said about that.
I've made a decision regarding an unhealthy friendship. I know in my head that it was the right thing to do. My heart doesn't always agree with me. My head wins. My head is smarter and has watched my heart ache too many years.
So my body didn't want to run today.
I feel better after those 3 little miles - at least my mind does. My right foot will tell you after it gets out of this ice bath.
©Michelle Scofield, October 18, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Cooking Lesson
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 6, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 88
Planned activity: 5 mile run
5:00am 63 degrees
5.02 miles 53:45 minutes Avg page 10:42 min/mile
I see I got the date and days until the Houston Marathon incorrect in yesterday's blog post. Sorry. I'm up to speed now.
This morning's run was overall pleasant. Loving the early morning coolness.
My lesson to myself: Yes, I can eat cookies once in a while. Especially given the number of calories I'm burning. Especially if they're homemade and oatmeal. No, I can't eat several the night before a longish run. I was preoccupied with the Presidential Debate. Old habits die hard. Get involved with television, munch on snacks. Aaaargh!!!
When you haven't eaten much in the way of sweets for several months, your gut tells you every step of miles 3, 4, and 5, "Don't do that!" Lesson learned. The cookies are in the freezer to be taken out in very small doses.
©Michelle Scofield, October 17, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 88
Planned activity: 5 mile run
5:00am 63 degrees
5.02 miles 53:45 minutes Avg page 10:42 min/mile
I see I got the date and days until the Houston Marathon incorrect in yesterday's blog post. Sorry. I'm up to speed now.
This morning's run was overall pleasant. Loving the early morning coolness.
My lesson to myself: Yes, I can eat cookies once in a while. Especially given the number of calories I'm burning. Especially if they're homemade and oatmeal. No, I can't eat several the night before a longish run. I was preoccupied with the Presidential Debate. Old habits die hard. Get involved with television, munch on snacks. Aaaargh!!!
When you haven't eaten much in the way of sweets for several months, your gut tells you every step of miles 3, 4, and 5, "Don't do that!" Lesson learned. The cookies are in the freezer to be taken out in very small doses.
©Michelle Scofield, October 17, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Boredom VS Mental Overdrive
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 6, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 90
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 55 degrees
3.02 miles 32:11 minutes Avg page 10:39 min/mile
Mile 2 was a sprint/jog mile. I found a long stretch of sidewalk and went back and forth. It was well-lit, flat, and free of most obstructions. Most. There are still thousands of tiny acorns all over Sugar Land.
I'm trying to shake things up a little. It's getting tougher mentally, boys and girls. Yesterday was a rest day and because I had a long run on Saturday, combined with a busy social weekend, I knew I really needed to rest. I didn't sleep so great last night. I think I had today's date around my mind. I moved to Texas on October 15, 2003. It's got my mind whirring. Running yesterday would have helped blow off some of that steam. But I know I need to let the body recover and rebuild.
Rebuilding takes time. 9 years may seem like forever. It's really only the blink of an eye. Thinking back over the path of my time in Texas, it's funny how only a few of my perceived obstructions were really any significance. There were even a couple of Mighty Oaks mixed in there among the acorns. Good Morning to any of my Oaks who happen to be reading this. Much Love.
©Michelle Scofield, October 15, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 90
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 55 degrees
3.02 miles 32:11 minutes Avg page 10:39 min/mile
Mile 2 was a sprint/jog mile. I found a long stretch of sidewalk and went back and forth. It was well-lit, flat, and free of most obstructions. Most. There are still thousands of tiny acorns all over Sugar Land.
I'm trying to shake things up a little. It's getting tougher mentally, boys and girls. Yesterday was a rest day and because I had a long run on Saturday, combined with a busy social weekend, I knew I really needed to rest. I didn't sleep so great last night. I think I had today's date around my mind. I moved to Texas on October 15, 2003. It's got my mind whirring. Running yesterday would have helped blow off some of that steam. But I know I need to let the body recover and rebuild.
Rebuilding takes time. 9 years may seem like forever. It's really only the blink of an eye. Thinking back over the path of my time in Texas, it's funny how only a few of my perceived obstructions were really any significance. There were even a couple of Mighty Oaks mixed in there among the acorns. Good Morning to any of my Oaks who happen to be reading this. Much Love.
©Michelle Scofield, October 15, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Blackberries and Ten Miles Done.
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 5, Day 6
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 92
Planned activity: 10 mile run
5:45am 70 degrees
10.04 miles 1 hour 55 minutes Avg 11:27 min/mile
I bought them yesterday. I considered having them last night but I fell asleep while reading and didn't have anything to eat after my seafood and veggie stirfry (red pepper, carrots, zucchini, shrimp, calamari, scallops). I crave fresh fruits and veggies and mile 6 of my run had me fixated on the blackberries in my refrigerator.
This is the longest run I've completed in 2 years.
I saw many runners this morning. I was coming back as they were going out. There is an active fitness club in Fort Bend. I didn't join. Sometime I wish I did. It's getting kind of lonely on these long runs.
By mile 8 my left knee was aching and it hasn't done that before. By mile 9, it quit. I was still thinking of the blackberries. (I ate a waffle pre-run and I had my water bottle with half sports drink/half water with me.)
As I write this, I'm enjoying oatmeal, a scrambled egg, and yummo! Blackberries.
Happy Saturday.
©Michelle Scofield, October 13, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 92
Planned activity: 10 mile run
5:45am 70 degrees
10.04 miles 1 hour 55 minutes Avg 11:27 min/mile
I bought them yesterday. I considered having them last night but I fell asleep while reading and didn't have anything to eat after my seafood and veggie stirfry (red pepper, carrots, zucchini, shrimp, calamari, scallops). I crave fresh fruits and veggies and mile 6 of my run had me fixated on the blackberries in my refrigerator.
This is the longest run I've completed in 2 years.
I saw many runners this morning. I was coming back as they were going out. There is an active fitness club in Fort Bend. I didn't join. Sometime I wish I did. It's getting kind of lonely on these long runs.
By mile 8 my left knee was aching and it hasn't done that before. By mile 9, it quit. I was still thinking of the blackberries. (I ate a waffle pre-run and I had my water bottle with half sports drink/half water with me.)
As I write this, I'm enjoying oatmeal, a scrambled egg, and yummo! Blackberries.
Happy Saturday.
©Michelle Scofield, October 13, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Halves
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 5, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 94
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 71 degrees
3.02 miles 31:41 Avg 10:29 min/mile
I'm feeling a little weary. I think it's a combination of letdown after an excellent family vacation and also a gearing up of work activity. Oh, yeah. I'm still trying to rehab this right ankle/achilles and increase my mileage. There's that. My left heel is also a little sore but I think that's to be expected. I'm ice rolling it and I continue with the exercises and stretches that I learned in Physical Therapy. I switched to a different pair of shoes yesterday - some with a little more support - to see if that might make a difference. My runs yesterday and today felt more comfortable, overall.
Back to the weary. I guess it's more a feeling of being overwhelmed.
I looked at my planned runs leading up to the marathon and that is a hella lot of miles.
I'm trying to keep it all in perspective. I have a half marathon coming up in a couple of weeks. I think I'll accomplish that goal. Two years ago I struggled to complete one.
I'm looking at it like this: That race (the half) will put me halfway to the Houston Marathon - both chronologically and in miles.
This week I have a stack of consults and new patient charts that seems insurmountable. I'm trying to look at them the same way. Get through half. Then do half more. Then half. Pretty soon, I'll be done and it will be Saturday. And I'll be running.
©Michelle Scofield, October 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 94
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 71 degrees
3.02 miles 31:41 Avg 10:29 min/mile
I'm feeling a little weary. I think it's a combination of letdown after an excellent family vacation and also a gearing up of work activity. Oh, yeah. I'm still trying to rehab this right ankle/achilles and increase my mileage. There's that. My left heel is also a little sore but I think that's to be expected. I'm ice rolling it and I continue with the exercises and stretches that I learned in Physical Therapy. I switched to a different pair of shoes yesterday - some with a little more support - to see if that might make a difference. My runs yesterday and today felt more comfortable, overall.
Back to the weary. I guess it's more a feeling of being overwhelmed.
I looked at my planned runs leading up to the marathon and that is a hella lot of miles.
I'm trying to keep it all in perspective. I have a half marathon coming up in a couple of weeks. I think I'll accomplish that goal. Two years ago I struggled to complete one.
I'm looking at it like this: That race (the half) will put me halfway to the Houston Marathon - both chronologically and in miles.
This week I have a stack of consults and new patient charts that seems insurmountable. I'm trying to look at them the same way. Get through half. Then do half more. Then half. Pretty soon, I'll be done and it will be Saturday. And I'll be running.
©Michelle Scofield, October 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
5 Before Breakfast
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 5, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 95
Planned activity: 5 mile run
5:05am 73 degrees
5.02 miles 54:33 Avg 10:52 min/mile
Nice run this morning. Even better knowing that I'd cooked up a week's worth of oatmeal yesterday so all I had to do was scoop out a little, heat it up in the microwave, add a sliced banana, a drip of honey, and chopped walnuts. Good fuel!
Happy Wednesday!
M
©Michelle Scofield, October 10, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 95
Planned activity: 5 mile run
5:05am 73 degrees
5.02 miles 54:33 Avg 10:52 min/mile
Nice run this morning. Even better knowing that I'd cooked up a week's worth of oatmeal yesterday so all I had to do was scoop out a little, heat it up in the microwave, add a sliced banana, a drip of honey, and chopped walnuts. Good fuel!
Happy Wednesday!
M
©Michelle Scofield, October 10, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Lessons From the Guys
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 5, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 96
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 72 degrees
3:19 miles 32.35 Avg 10:13 min/mile
Witnessing my brother and my son, 2 things I learned:
I can stand to run a little faster. I know this because I did and it didn't kill me and I felt better after. Today I made it a point to increase my pace for this short run. I broke more of a sweat but I wasn't winded.
Guys wear a jacket, get warm, take it off and carry it. I (on the other hand) wear a jacket, get warm, and tie it around my waste. I may not look as cool as the guys but I'm more practical - unless I come across someone who is chilly and needs a rapid warmup.
If that happens, the men are obviously waaaaayyy ahead of me on this issue.
©Michelle Scofield, October 9, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 96
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15am 72 degrees
3:19 miles 32.35 Avg 10:13 min/mile
Witnessing my brother and my son, 2 things I learned:
I can stand to run a little faster. I know this because I did and it didn't kill me and I felt better after. Today I made it a point to increase my pace for this short run. I broke more of a sweat but I wasn't winded.
Guys wear a jacket, get warm, take it off and carry it. I (on the other hand) wear a jacket, get warm, and tie it around my waste. I may not look as cool as the guys but I'm more practical - unless I come across someone who is chilly and needs a rapid warmup.
If that happens, the men are obviously waaaaayyy ahead of me on this issue.
©Michelle Scofield, October 9, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The Family That Runs Together...
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 97
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 4, Days 5,6, and 7
Planned activity: 3 and 4 mile runs. One day of Cross Training
Friday 7:35 am 48 degrees
3.47 miles 37:35 Avg 10:50 min/mile
Saturday 8:30 am 50 degrees
3:02 miles 33:40 Avg 11:09 min/mile
My Friday run was solo, along the Willamette River Park in Portland, Oregon. I was up and out of my hotel room before the rest of the family and enjoyed the calm of the run. I needed to shake the long plane flight out of my joints and it felt great.
Upon entering the hotel lobby, I was surprised to see my oldest brother, already up and dressed - reading the newspaper. I promised him I'd take a speedy shower and meet him for breakfast. We walked around Downtown Portland, taking in the beautiful scenery. We ducked into Powell's Books and browsed to our hearts' content. Perfect. During the long weekend he and I must have walked 20 miles over Portland and I know he drove over 100. He was a rock and a wonderful support for us. MUCH appreciated. I can always count on him when I need to process ideas, worries, or just everyday life.
We'd kind of decided to take a siesta for the afternoon when we were surprised by our younger brother and his wife who arrived to town a little earlier than we'd expected. No naps. No way. Time with family is just too precious to sleep away. And (YAY!) they also mentioned that they wanted to run the next morning.
We spent the rest of the afternoon catching up at a pub down the street then made our way to my daughter's house for a family get-together.
The next morning, we met in the lobby at 8:30 am (me, my youngest brother, his wife, and my son). We walked toward the river to warm up and then started our run. It was so nice to run as a family. We'd each voiced our own plan ahead of time. Some wanted to jog, some to sprint, and my son was going for distance but we knew that one could head out and the others would meet up with him when he made the turn around.
The weather was perfect and I was close to giddy to be participating in an activity I love with the people I love.
We managed to fit in a nice run, sit down to a hearty breakfast with the the rest of the family staying at our hotel, and still get to my daughter's house in plenty of time to help get her wedding together.
This was a perfect vacation for me. I'm beat. I'm bushed. I'm more or less exhausted from what I've decided to call my cross training (moving wedding food and decorations to the site). I wouldn't have it any other way.
I've fallen even more crazily in love with the Pacific Northwest and I'm more determined than ever to vacation there more often. I'm also more determined than ever to move closer to family.
While on the plane, I read a "Runner's World" magazine from cover to cover and finished a book - "50/50" by Dean Karnazes. I'm feeling fueled and motivated to continue my marathon training.
It's not difficult to be positive when I am witness to such goodness in my life:
My son amazes me and his wife is one of the kindest, sweetest women I've ever met. My daughter is a pillar of strength and compassion and deserves the awesome man who has entered her life. The time I spend with my brothers is a gift to me and I'm so happy they are married to women who are so easy to love and who seem to love me just as much.
I'm so looking forward to the next family run. I'm hoping it will be very soon.
©Michelle Scofield, October 7, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 4, Days 5,6, and 7
Planned activity: 3 and 4 mile runs. One day of Cross Training
Friday 7:35 am 48 degrees
3.47 miles 37:35 Avg 10:50 min/mile
Saturday 8:30 am 50 degrees
3:02 miles 33:40 Avg 11:09 min/mile
My Friday run was solo, along the Willamette River Park in Portland, Oregon. I was up and out of my hotel room before the rest of the family and enjoyed the calm of the run. I needed to shake the long plane flight out of my joints and it felt great.
Upon entering the hotel lobby, I was surprised to see my oldest brother, already up and dressed - reading the newspaper. I promised him I'd take a speedy shower and meet him for breakfast. We walked around Downtown Portland, taking in the beautiful scenery. We ducked into Powell's Books and browsed to our hearts' content. Perfect. During the long weekend he and I must have walked 20 miles over Portland and I know he drove over 100. He was a rock and a wonderful support for us. MUCH appreciated. I can always count on him when I need to process ideas, worries, or just everyday life.
We'd kind of decided to take a siesta for the afternoon when we were surprised by our younger brother and his wife who arrived to town a little earlier than we'd expected. No naps. No way. Time with family is just too precious to sleep away. And (YAY!) they also mentioned that they wanted to run the next morning.
We spent the rest of the afternoon catching up at a pub down the street then made our way to my daughter's house for a family get-together.
The next morning, we met in the lobby at 8:30 am (me, my youngest brother, his wife, and my son). We walked toward the river to warm up and then started our run. It was so nice to run as a family. We'd each voiced our own plan ahead of time. Some wanted to jog, some to sprint, and my son was going for distance but we knew that one could head out and the others would meet up with him when he made the turn around.
The weather was perfect and I was close to giddy to be participating in an activity I love with the people I love.
We managed to fit in a nice run, sit down to a hearty breakfast with the the rest of the family staying at our hotel, and still get to my daughter's house in plenty of time to help get her wedding together.
This was a perfect vacation for me. I'm beat. I'm bushed. I'm more or less exhausted from what I've decided to call my cross training (moving wedding food and decorations to the site). I wouldn't have it any other way.
I've fallen even more crazily in love with the Pacific Northwest and I'm more determined than ever to vacation there more often. I'm also more determined than ever to move closer to family.
While on the plane, I read a "Runner's World" magazine from cover to cover and finished a book - "50/50" by Dean Karnazes. I'm feeling fueled and motivated to continue my marathon training.
It's not difficult to be positive when I am witness to such goodness in my life:
My son amazes me and his wife is one of the kindest, sweetest women I've ever met. My daughter is a pillar of strength and compassion and deserves the awesome man who has entered her life. The time I spend with my brothers is a gift to me and I'm so happy they are married to women who are so easy to love and who seem to love me just as much.
I'm so looking forward to the next family run. I'm hoping it will be very soon.
©Michelle Scofield, October 7, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Astral Apparition
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 4, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 101
Planned activity: Rest
Fear of Fall(ing)
Orion thought nothing of it.
It was his mission.
He marched across months of late summer mornings and finally pointed toward the waning moon and declared,
“Let go!”
©Michelle Scofield, October 3, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 101
Planned activity: Rest
Fear of Fall(ing)
Orion thought nothing of it.
It was his mission.
He marched across months of late summer mornings and finally pointed toward the waning moon and declared,
“Let go!”
©Michelle Scofield, October 3, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Adjustments
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 4, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 102
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15 am 62 degrees
3:03 miles 32:34 Avg 10:45 min/mile
I'm juggling this week's schedule. It was supposed to look like this:
Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 3 miles
Wednesday 4 miles
Thursday 3 miles
Friday: Rest
Saturday: 9 miles
Sunday: Cross Train
I'm considering doing 4 tomorrow and then 3 sometime later in the week. Maybe. Possibly. Physical Therapy last night was Hard. Notice the capital "H"? I would have used Torture but that seems too Dramatic.
I was wiped out from getting up so early in the morning and I'm experiencing fatigue in my right calf. I know it's because we're loading that group of muscles and asking them to do more. I know it's normal. I also know I'm a little grouchy as a result. It's worth the work. It's worth the discomfort. I know this in my head but my body is a feeler not a knower.
I'll keep adjusting. I've certainly adjusted my diet and social schedule. My sleep schedule is almost laughable. It's easily comparable with any toddler or geriatric person you can think of.
In the midst or work and running and a wedding and PT, I have a little creative writing to do. It's pushing at me from that area right behind my eyes. It's been trying to get out for about 3 days now. I've been pushing back, not wanting to deal with it. I guess I'll have to. I ran without music or noise in my ears today and the writing almost screamed at me. I don't know when I'll find the time but it's just one more adjustment to make in this packed week of activity. I can do it. I always do.
©Michelle Scofield, October 2, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 102
Planned activity: 3 mile run
5:15 am 62 degrees
3:03 miles 32:34 Avg 10:45 min/mile
I'm juggling this week's schedule. It was supposed to look like this:
Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 3 miles
Wednesday 4 miles
Thursday 3 miles
Friday: Rest
Saturday: 9 miles
Sunday: Cross Train
I'm considering doing 4 tomorrow and then 3 sometime later in the week. Maybe. Possibly. Physical Therapy last night was Hard. Notice the capital "H"? I would have used Torture but that seems too Dramatic.
I was wiped out from getting up so early in the morning and I'm experiencing fatigue in my right calf. I know it's because we're loading that group of muscles and asking them to do more. I know it's normal. I also know I'm a little grouchy as a result. It's worth the work. It's worth the discomfort. I know this in my head but my body is a feeler not a knower.
I'll keep adjusting. I've certainly adjusted my diet and social schedule. My sleep schedule is almost laughable. It's easily comparable with any toddler or geriatric person you can think of.
In the midst or work and running and a wedding and PT, I have a little creative writing to do. It's pushing at me from that area right behind my eyes. It's been trying to get out for about 3 days now. I've been pushing back, not wanting to deal with it. I guess I'll have to. I ran without music or noise in my ears today and the writing almost screamed at me. I don't know when I'll find the time but it's just one more adjustment to make in this packed week of activity. I can do it. I always do.
©Michelle Scofield, October 2, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Monday, October 1, 2012
Click
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 4, Day 1
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 103
Planned activity: 9 mile run
4:15 am 64 degrees
9.02 miles 1 hour 46 minutes Avg 11:45 min/mile
I read and reread the words of guidance that accompany Hal Higdon's Training Schedule. "You can...juggle the schedule depending on commitments...but do not cheat on the long runs." No matter how I looked at it, I was going to have to move my long run up to the beginning of this week. But when? This morning seemed to be the best choice. My ankle and foot continue to improve. The temperature was absolutely perfect. The moon is verging on full so I'd have plenty of light.
Last night I set my alarm for 4am, got my gear together so I wouldn't be delayed in getting started, and called it an early night. This morning I called it a VERY early morning.
I had a plan for my route and that plan was to run 4.5 miles and turn around and come home. I knew traffic wouldn't be an issue but I still clipped my LED light to my shorts to let oncomers know that I was in the street and warn them that hitting me would likely mess up the week for both of us. There were very few cars out this morning. I saw 5 or 6 other runners.
Today's run was - for the most part - easy. I knew what I was going to do, how far I was going, and how long it would take me. I'm feeling trained physically and I'm beginning to feel trained mentally. I'm not fooling myself into thinking that the next few weeks won't bring challenges. I know they will. I'm loving the solitary time my morning runs gives me. I'm not exactly looking forward to the switch to afternoons.
I'm going to enjoy how this particular run felt while I'm still feeling it. It felt like something in me clicked and I coasted through. Nice.
©Michelle Scofield, October 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 103
Planned activity: 9 mile run
4:15 am 64 degrees
9.02 miles 1 hour 46 minutes Avg 11:45 min/mile
I read and reread the words of guidance that accompany Hal Higdon's Training Schedule. "You can...juggle the schedule depending on commitments...but do not cheat on the long runs." No matter how I looked at it, I was going to have to move my long run up to the beginning of this week. But when? This morning seemed to be the best choice. My ankle and foot continue to improve. The temperature was absolutely perfect. The moon is verging on full so I'd have plenty of light.
Last night I set my alarm for 4am, got my gear together so I wouldn't be delayed in getting started, and called it an early night. This morning I called it a VERY early morning.
I had a plan for my route and that plan was to run 4.5 miles and turn around and come home. I knew traffic wouldn't be an issue but I still clipped my LED light to my shorts to let oncomers know that I was in the street and warn them that hitting me would likely mess up the week for both of us. There were very few cars out this morning. I saw 5 or 6 other runners.
Today's run was - for the most part - easy. I knew what I was going to do, how far I was going, and how long it would take me. I'm feeling trained physically and I'm beginning to feel trained mentally. I'm not fooling myself into thinking that the next few weeks won't bring challenges. I know they will. I'm loving the solitary time my morning runs gives me. I'm not exactly looking forward to the switch to afternoons.
I'm going to enjoy how this particular run felt while I'm still feeling it. It felt like something in me clicked and I coasted through. Nice.
©Michelle Scofield, October 1, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Open
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 3, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 105
Planned activity: Cross Training
Hatha Yoga Class
It was like walking into that bar in Boston, "Cheers", minus the alcohol or the sarcasm. I checked in for my yoga class and the owner looked up and recognized me. "Michelle!"
I'd been absent for a very long time.
I immediately felt welcomed, appreciated, and comfortable.
The class was excellent. I was expertly guided through the hour and I left feeling energized and relaxed at the same time.
My back, my hips, my shoulders feel so much more open. As does my heart. I have 9 more classes - paid for and ready to be used. Looking forward to them.
©Michelle Scofield, September 30, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, September 29, 2012
S(l)oggy
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 3, Day 6
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 106
Planned activity: 5 mile run
74 degrees 6:00 am Raining
5.03miles 57:55 11:31 min/mile average pace
One thing I can pretty much count on is predicted rain in the Houston area. If the weather guy says the weekend will be a washout, he's usually right. I went to bed last night planning to run in the rain this morning so I didn't have to talk myself into it when I woke up and looked out my window to see the wet street.
I had the pleasant experience of stepping onto my carpeted bedroom floor and not feeling pain. Physical Therapy is going well. I have soreness (yes, I know the difference between soreness and pain) at my calves which indicates to me that we're working the muscles around the achilles tendons and asking them to be stronger. It's a good thing. Yesterday I also received a laser treatment to my right achilles. Those who know me best will be happy to know that I refrained from any and all references to Austin Powers when my therapist brought out the machine.
I continue to do my PT homework. It's all working. Very happy.
My rainy, dark run felt slow. It WAS slow. I think it was a combination of several things: I was wearing old shoes that felt heavy to me and they only got heavier as they became soaked. I was very cautious of where I was stepping. I couldn't see for sh*t due to the overcast skies and even as dawn approached, the sun never broke through to help. I wore a cap but my glasses became a detriment to vision quickly. Taking them off? What's better? Quasi-acuity through a wet lens or legal blindness? Who's to know? Best to slow my pace and get the miles in without breaking a hip.
Oh, I always say it's a good day when I learn something. Before I ran I looked up the water-resistence rating on my Garmin Forerunner. Now I know a little about how devices are tested for those ratings. Pretty cool. Happy Saturday! I hope you have a good day - for whatever reason.
©Michelle Scofield, September 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 106
Planned activity: 5 mile run
74 degrees 6:00 am Raining
5.03miles 57:55 11:31 min/mile average pace
One thing I can pretty much count on is predicted rain in the Houston area. If the weather guy says the weekend will be a washout, he's usually right. I went to bed last night planning to run in the rain this morning so I didn't have to talk myself into it when I woke up and looked out my window to see the wet street.
I had the pleasant experience of stepping onto my carpeted bedroom floor and not feeling pain. Physical Therapy is going well. I have soreness (yes, I know the difference between soreness and pain) at my calves which indicates to me that we're working the muscles around the achilles tendons and asking them to be stronger. It's a good thing. Yesterday I also received a laser treatment to my right achilles. Those who know me best will be happy to know that I refrained from any and all references to Austin Powers when my therapist brought out the machine.
I continue to do my PT homework. It's all working. Very happy.
My rainy, dark run felt slow. It WAS slow. I think it was a combination of several things: I was wearing old shoes that felt heavy to me and they only got heavier as they became soaked. I was very cautious of where I was stepping. I couldn't see for sh*t due to the overcast skies and even as dawn approached, the sun never broke through to help. I wore a cap but my glasses became a detriment to vision quickly. Taking them off? What's better? Quasi-acuity through a wet lens or legal blindness? Who's to know? Best to slow my pace and get the miles in without breaking a hip.
Oh, I always say it's a good day when I learn something. Before I ran I looked up the water-resistence rating on my Garmin Forerunner. Now I know a little about how devices are tested for those ratings. Pretty cool. Happy Saturday! I hope you have a good day - for whatever reason.
©Michelle Scofield, September 29, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Bugs
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 3, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 108
Planned activity: 3 mile run
70 degrees 5:15am
3.03miles 32:31 10:44 min/mile average pace
Buggy. That's the only way to describe this morning's run. I don't think they were mosquitoes. Just little pesky pests. On my face, stuck to my skin, and yes...up my nose. How's that breakfast now? :) The weather guys say the weather is changing. I have a 5 mile run Saturday morning. I wonder where my old, nasty shoes are. If it's raining, I'm still running.
©Michelle Scofield, September 27, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 108
Planned activity: 3 mile run
70 degrees 5:15am
3.03miles 32:31 10:44 min/mile average pace
Buggy. That's the only way to describe this morning's run. I don't think they were mosquitoes. Just little pesky pests. On my face, stuck to my skin, and yes...up my nose. How's that breakfast now? :) The weather guys say the weather is changing. I have a 5 mile run Saturday morning. I wonder where my old, nasty shoes are. If it's raining, I'm still running.
©Michelle Scofield, September 27, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
PlipPlop
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 3, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 109
Planned activity: 4 mile run
72 degrees 5:00am
4.03miles 43:01 10:40 min/mile average pace
Today's run is brought to you by the letter "A", as in "Acorn". Imagine how quiet it is out here in the 'burbs at 5am. Just me and the occasional car lighting my way down Lexington Street. Still, silent, satiny, smooth, September, 5 o'clock morning.
Oh, I told you it's September. That means it's Fall. That means the acorns are falling. Like tiny bombshells. It's raining future oak trees here. At times it's pouring and it can be a little weird. What's probably more weird is my reaction when I jump in surprise. Good thing it's just me and the trees.
©Michelle Scofield, September 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 109
Planned activity: 4 mile run
72 degrees 5:00am
4.03miles 43:01 10:40 min/mile average pace
Today's run is brought to you by the letter "A", as in "Acorn". Imagine how quiet it is out here in the 'burbs at 5am. Just me and the occasional car lighting my way down Lexington Street. Still, silent, satiny, smooth, September, 5 o'clock morning.
Oh, I told you it's September. That means it's Fall. That means the acorns are falling. Like tiny bombshells. It's raining future oak trees here. At times it's pouring and it can be a little weird. What's probably more weird is my reaction when I jump in surprise. Good thing it's just me and the trees.
©Michelle Scofield, September 26, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Darker
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 3, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 110
Planned activity: 3 mile run
73 degrees 5:25am
3.03miles 35:25 11:41 min/mile average pace
Yesterday was a rest day and I needed it. My foot continues to feel better and I slept better last night. When it's aching, I wake during the night and stretch it out. I'm obsessed with it, obsessed with running. Let's face it. I'm obsessed.
Anyway.
Today I ran through my run without being present. The only thing I really noticed was that it seemed darker than usual.
Maybe it was because I know that I'm switching over to afternoons in the not-so-distant future? As I step up the mileage, I won't be able to fit the distance in before work. Maybe it's because I Google'd "end of Daylight Savings time" yesterday? It's not until November 4th this year. That seems terribly late. I'm not even sure what that means regarding the hours of daylight and my running schedule but it still struck me as weird.
Maybe it seemed darker because my heart is in New Orleans with my Louisiana family? I'm pretty sure that's the reason. For any of the you who happens to read this today, or tomorrow, or the next day, or on into forever...
I love you. I'm with you. Always.
©Michelle Scofield, September 25, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Crosstraining the Brain
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 7
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 111
Planned activity: CrossTraining
68 degrees 6:30 am
35 minute walk
I hoped for a pretty sunrise today but there wasn't a cloud in the sky to refract the orb and cause a sparkle or a ray. I kept my camera in my pocket until I came back around to my block. That's when I noticed the big drops of dew on the blades of grass and I considered dropping to the ground to try to catch one as it was building up weight and about to fall but I didn't have it in me today. Instead I sat next to a flower bed and found a snail. He wasn't nearly as photogenic as I wished but it was a great lesson in patience.
©Michelle Scofield, September 23, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 111
Planned activity: CrossTraining
68 degrees 6:30 am
35 minute walk
I hoped for a pretty sunrise today but there wasn't a cloud in the sky to refract the orb and cause a sparkle or a ray. I kept my camera in my pocket until I came back around to my block. That's when I noticed the big drops of dew on the blades of grass and I considered dropping to the ground to try to catch one as it was building up weight and about to fall but I didn't have it in me today. Instead I sat next to a flower bed and found a snail. He wasn't nearly as photogenic as I wished but it was a great lesson in patience.
His garden was quiet and calm and damp and smelled surprisingly sweet.
It was a wonderful place to settle in for a few minutes, or twenty.
©Michelle Scofield, September 23, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A Thousand Calories, The Hard Way
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 6
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 112
Planned activity: 7 mile run
70 degrees 7:25 am
8.26 miles 1 hour 35minutes 11:34 min/mile average pace
I didn't plan this run. I've been out and around in my neighborhood and have a sense of how far it is between landmarks. I have my Garmin watch to help me make decisions on when to turn around or turn a corner. It's a nice day although plenty humid. I ate a Stinger Chocolate Waffle before leaving my place. 160 calories of carbs to see me through. I took my water bottle and decided to listen to "Snap Judgement" for distraction. Oh, I'm distracted. That's for certain.
I ran around the fake lake on the other side of Highway 6.
I crossed back over and still had another 4 miles to go. I headed up Sweetwater and made a really bad decision. You may remember that a couple of months ago I decided to run along a bayou and never, ever came across a bridge to get to the other side. You'd think I would have remembered that. I didn't. Not until I was almost at 5 and a half miles. At that point I was lost. If I kept running I had no idea where the path ended. Would I end up running 10, 12, 15 miles? I simply didn't have it in me today.
I turned around and the ran way I'd come, back to Sweetwater and a shorter way home. Dammit.
I'm home. I'm hungry. My foot felt pretty good, especially the longer I ran. I'm on ice now and I'm kind of kicking myself. But only kind of because any day I learn something is a good day.
Here's why: I didn't enjoy this run. I'm preoccupied with life events and running should be a pleasurable escape but I didn't let that happen. I forced myself to WORK during the second half on mileage calculations. I was busy calculating/measuring/THINKING!!! Lesson learned. Next long run - no winging it, even if it means I only go out and back.
To my son...Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Thank you for all of your encouragement and for being one hell of an example to this old lady runner. Know that you and Age were my first thoughts when I opened my eyes this morning. I love you. Mom
©Michelle Scofield, September 22, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 112
Planned activity: 7 mile run
70 degrees 7:25 am
8.26 miles 1 hour 35minutes 11:34 min/mile average pace
I didn't plan this run. I've been out and around in my neighborhood and have a sense of how far it is between landmarks. I have my Garmin watch to help me make decisions on when to turn around or turn a corner. It's a nice day although plenty humid. I ate a Stinger Chocolate Waffle before leaving my place. 160 calories of carbs to see me through. I took my water bottle and decided to listen to "Snap Judgement" for distraction. Oh, I'm distracted. That's for certain.
I ran around the fake lake on the other side of Highway 6.
I crossed back over and still had another 4 miles to go. I headed up Sweetwater and made a really bad decision. You may remember that a couple of months ago I decided to run along a bayou and never, ever came across a bridge to get to the other side. You'd think I would have remembered that. I didn't. Not until I was almost at 5 and a half miles. At that point I was lost. If I kept running I had no idea where the path ended. Would I end up running 10, 12, 15 miles? I simply didn't have it in me today.
I turned around and the ran way I'd come, back to Sweetwater and a shorter way home. Dammit.
I'm home. I'm hungry. My foot felt pretty good, especially the longer I ran. I'm on ice now and I'm kind of kicking myself. But only kind of because any day I learn something is a good day.
Here's why: I didn't enjoy this run. I'm preoccupied with life events and running should be a pleasurable escape but I didn't let that happen. I forced myself to WORK during the second half on mileage calculations. I was busy calculating/measuring/THINKING!!! Lesson learned. Next long run - no winging it, even if it means I only go out and back.
To my son...Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Thank you for all of your encouragement and for being one hell of an example to this old lady runner. Know that you and Age were my first thoughts when I opened my eyes this morning. I love you. Mom
©Michelle Scofield, September 22, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Thursday, September 20, 2012
You Can Call Me "D"
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 4
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 114
Planned activity: 3 mile run
61 degrees 5:25am
3.03miles 31:58 10:35 min/mile average pace
Note the glorious temperature.
I saw my second favorite doctor yesterday. (My daughter will always be my first.) Dr. Jones wrote me an order for Physical Therapy evaluation and a few sessions to work on my achilles/plantar heel complex. Nothing major. Yay! The films showed that I have some wear and tear but no fracture. No surprise there. He said I can keep running and let pain be my guide. I think he was duly impressed by my quasi-begging.
I'll be taking NSAIDs and using a heelcup in my shoes. I showed him the shoes I'm running in and he thought they were do-able. If I get worse, I'll get in to see him sooner than 4 weeks. If I'm better in 4 weeks, I'm to get on with my life. Halleloo!!!
I ran with the gel heelcups in place this morning and I was faster. No connection. I'm sure. Ha! I think it was just a combination of relief and cooler temperature. Tomorrow is a rest day. I'm icing at this moment and I'll do the same after all my runs for the foreseeable future. Determination - my new middle name.
©Michelle Scofield, September 20, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Doctor Day
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 115
Planned activity: 3 mile run
71 degrees 5:25am
3.03miles 33:06 11:09min/mile average pace
I'm going to get this heel checked out. Run went better than yesterday. Less discomfort, but still there. I don't want to fool myself into thinking it's going away. It's not. January is a long time from now and a lot could happen. I had a nice phone conversation with my son - the voice of reason. As he so thoughtfully pointed out: If I have to take a week off, now is the time to do it. I'd hate to. Ugh.
We'll see.
We will see.
Update to follow.
©Michelle Scofield, September 19, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 3
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 115
Planned activity: 3 mile run
71 degrees 5:25am
3.03miles 33:06 11:09min/mile average pace
I'm going to get this heel checked out. Run went better than yesterday. Less discomfort, but still there. I don't want to fool myself into thinking it's going away. It's not. January is a long time from now and a lot could happen. I had a nice phone conversation with my son - the voice of reason. As he so thoughtfully pointed out: If I have to take a week off, now is the time to do it. I'd hate to. Ugh.
We'll see.
We will see.
Update to follow.
©Michelle Scofield, September 19, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Body Over Mind Over Body Over...
Hal Higdon's Novice 1 Marathon Training Schedule: Week 2, Day 2
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 116
Planned activity: 3 mile run
67 degrees 5:20am
3.01 miles 33:38 11:10/mile average pace
Getting to sleep was Mission Impossible last night. I tried reading. No go. I got up and went to a different room and watched a documentary. Nothing. I finally took a Benadryl sometime after midnight, knowing that my alarm was going to go off at 5. I had a 3 mile run planned today, depending on how my heel felt.
It was sore. My arm is sore. (I had my flu shot yesterday.) Still, I got up and got dressed.
Wow. My heel was a little more painful than it's been as I got into mile one. Should I stop? I didn't want to stop. I have an appointment with an Orthopedic doc tomorrow.
I. Don't. Want. To. Stop.
I feel healthier today than I've felt in years. In my life? Yeah, I can say that. My body is in better shape. My skin looks great. And other than the fact that I wish with most of my social-wishy-lonely-at-times part that I was in a loving partnership with a great man, I'm pretty damned happy. (When you've been in the pit of depression, it's not so hard to see happy. That's MY experience.)
When I'm running, I'm most connected with myself. Or - better yet - occasionally when I'm running, I get into a groove and I'm DISconnected from myself and all I know is the pavement and the breeze and the sun or the moon. When I'm running....HEY! At mile 2, my heel didn't hurt. I was "aware" of it, but it didn't hurt. I cruised on through mile 3.
Note to self: Make a note for the Doctor. I want to run and I feel better when I do.
©Michelle Scofield, September 18, 2012 All Rights Reserved
Days to Chevron Houston Marathon: 116
Planned activity: 3 mile run
67 degrees 5:20am
3.01 miles 33:38 11:10/mile average pace
Getting to sleep was Mission Impossible last night. I tried reading. No go. I got up and went to a different room and watched a documentary. Nothing. I finally took a Benadryl sometime after midnight, knowing that my alarm was going to go off at 5. I had a 3 mile run planned today, depending on how my heel felt.
It was sore. My arm is sore. (I had my flu shot yesterday.) Still, I got up and got dressed.
Wow. My heel was a little more painful than it's been as I got into mile one. Should I stop? I didn't want to stop. I have an appointment with an Orthopedic doc tomorrow.
I. Don't. Want. To. Stop.
I feel healthier today than I've felt in years. In my life? Yeah, I can say that. My body is in better shape. My skin looks great. And other than the fact that I wish with most of my social-wishy-lonely-at-times part that I was in a loving partnership with a great man, I'm pretty damned happy. (When you've been in the pit of depression, it's not so hard to see happy. That's MY experience.)
When I'm running, I'm most connected with myself. Or - better yet - occasionally when I'm running, I get into a groove and I'm DISconnected from myself and all I know is the pavement and the breeze and the sun or the moon. When I'm running....HEY! At mile 2, my heel didn't hurt. I was "aware" of it, but it didn't hurt. I cruised on through mile 3.
Note to self: Make a note for the Doctor. I want to run and I feel better when I do.
©Michelle Scofield, September 18, 2012 All Rights Reserved
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