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On the mend

I did it!!!

I started a run this morning and I finished a run this morning; the first time in 2 weeks I’ve been able to do so. And my gawd, by the excitement that filled my legs, that fluttered through my belly, that heartened my smile, you would have thought I’d have just completed a marathon in under 4 hours, (which, by the way, is a goal) rather than just a measly 4 km at a slower than desired pace.

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Post-run smiles that would have been even bigger had I not caught a glimpse of those early morning bags under my eyes 😉

But here’s the thing: Two weeks ago, following Jog for the Bog, I was immobile and seriously questioning whether I needed a wheelchair, or at the very least crutches. One week ago, the second I started running, I felt as though I had a multitude of hammers pounding down on both sides of my pelvis, and didn’t even get 200 metres into the run. But today, there were no hammers, there was no pain. I did start to feel a slight pressure on one side of my groin about 300 metres into the run, but it wasn’t unmanageable and it didn’t get worse as the run progressed. And hours later, there was no price to pay or body rebelling repercussions. For the most part, everything seemed just fine.

Which means… I AM OFFICIALLY ON THE MEND!!!

TODAY’S RUN:

  • 5 a.m. BG before: 6.9
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: 1/2 Bonk Breaker bar (20g) with bolus and BG correction
  • Time: 24:50
  • Distance: 4 km
  • Average pace: 6:12 min/km
  • Average cadence: 84 spm
  • 6:15 a.m. BG after: 3.1

This being my first run back, I didn’t want to overdo it and risk flaring up the injury, so I opted not to follow my training program, which had me scheduled for a crazy set of 6x 1km speed intervals, (Eek!) but instead go for a quick shake-out run at a super easy pace. Aside from the slight pressure, the run felt fine, and I think for Wednesday, I’ll be able to increase my pace and distance and then see about getting back on my proper training program again.

However, there was one glitch with this run: my blood sugars. I majorly failed my BG this morning and I’m pretty sure it had to do with the super easy pace. Normally when I do early morning runs, I’m either running speed intervals or tempo runs, which for some crazy messed up body chemistry reason shoots my blood sugars up rather than down despite the runs taxing my body of all energy. And so, because of that, when I eat my pre-run snack, I always give myself a full insulin bolus, and a BG correction if needed, to combat any potential highs that may occur. Which is what I did this morning neglecting the fact I wasn’t running speed intervals or tempo or even my long run pace, but rather a much slower pace.

Cue the post-run low 😦

With fingers crossed

Dear PoP friends,

I must confess. I haven’t been entirely honest with you all. I haven’t been lying either, but I’ve also not been offering up full disclosure. And some of you have noticed.

I’ve fielded more than a few inquiries lately as to whether I’ve taken a running hiatus, whether I’m now leaning more towards cycling… it seems you guys notice when I write about running and when I don’t 😉

Well friends, I am now writing to assure you that I am not giving up on my running, not taking a break from it, not even thinking of such a thing. It was just a momentary rest is all.

A few weeks ago, on the last stretch of an hour long run (seriously, 5 minutes from home!) I was motoring down a hill, in the zone, had Lady Gaga telling me baby, I was born this way, when BAM! my right foot went down hard into a where-the-hell-did-that-come-from dip in the pavement! I kept running but was constantly doing a check: how is my heel, how is my arch, how are my ankles, etc., etc.? Everything seemed fine.

However, later that morning, Big Ring, Little Ring and I decided to spend the day at the Vancouver Aquarium which involves about 7 km of walking to and from the skytrain station, as well as a couple hours hanging out with the fishies. Instead of wearing sensible shoes, I wore flats. Big mistake.

On the walk back, I started to feel a stretch in my arch. I tried adjusting my foot, adjusting my walk, flexing my toes, but nothing would alleviate it. It felt as though the ligaments were being stretched out like a 25-cent sticky hand. Oh freaking crud.

I iced. I advilled. I elevated. I rested. For a week and a half I stayed out of my running sneakers. My first run back last week was 3 km. I didn’t concentrate on pace, didn’t fret about distance, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. The arch seemed fine on the run, but I still questioned whether or not I was feeling a dull ache during other parts of the day. Two days later, I tried 4 km, again not worrying about pace, but more focusing on form. It felt good. Two days later, I upped the distance to 5 km. Still good. Two days later, 7 km. And today, 9 km. All good.

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Let these feet fly…

TODAY’S – SUPER-EARLY!!! – RUN:

  • 4:45 a.m. BG before: 7.0
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: 2 shot bloks (16g) with bolus
  • Distance: 9.02 km
  • Average pace: 5:37 min/km
  • Time: 50:34
  • 6 a.m. BG after: 9.1

I’m still not 100 per cent sure if it’s fully healed. I still question achy twangs throughout the day, I still fret if there’s something there or if it’s just in my head. For the most part, I think it’s okay, and when I’m running, I know it’s okay. It feels perfectly great in running form 😀

And so, with fingers crossed, I continue to massage and ice the hell out of it, and hope I’ve nipped the jerk face in the bud!

So there you go, we’re back to full-disclosure blogging.

Sincerely,
Princess

What would you do?

Am I ready for the Nike Women’s Half? I don’t know, I really, really don’t know.

On the one hand, I have completely fugged up my training, like completely. When I started back in July, which was like a month later than I probably should have (what can I say, I was in major marathon hangover mode at the time) but still had fully intended on logging longer mileage in an effort to try to emulate that super amazing race – AND TIME! – I had at the Toronto Half in May while training for my second marathon later that month.

My body, however, had other plans.

With just six weeks left of training, I got pummeled by injury, an injury so bloody annoying, it had me off not just running, but ALL training for a full week, and then running for a full three weeks. The last time I was injured, I was at least able to keep up with my cycling, aqua jogging, pilates and any other cross training I so desired (just not running) to keep up my endurance. And so, because of that, my longest run, which was waaay back in August, was just 17 km.

So, maybe a little disadvantage, you think?

But then, on the other hand, I went out for a 14.5 km run late last week, my last planned LSD run until race day, and my god, it was a  good run, a run I so desperately needed. I felt great, like I could have kept going, but forced myself to stop just to be on the safe side. It felt, I don’t know, like I belonged out there you know – those, my friends, are the best kinds of runs!


I ran around the river and back 😀

So, what do I do? Do I race this race? Do I go out hard and see where it takes me? Or, do I just make it another run, not a race, just a run? Stay tuned, tomorrow I shall share with you my plans for NWM.

What would you do?

Naked runner

Dear readers, I need your help, advice actually. But I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I need to express a little something here: Yippee! Hooray! Hourra! Wonderbar! Jupiiii! Urra! Hallelujah!


Oh how I have missed you dear sneakers.

I went for a run after work yesterday, just a short one, a painstakingly slow one in fact, and the whole time I was freaking out about my knee. I hadn’t run in 24 days, and as a result I knew my body would be rigid, un-flexible, and my head would likely be mimicking that of a bird’s with my shoulders scrunched right up into my ears. So, I stripped down my friends, ran completely naked … well, the runner’s equivalent of naked that is. No Garmin. No iPod. Just me, my sneakers, shorts, technical shirt and hat. Ahhh, so exhilarating 😉


No ear buds, no Garmin.

I purposely went super slow and tried to be as light on my feet as I possibly could. I didn’t want to aggravate a thing. It was raining a bit, but I hardly noticed it, my eyes and ears were 100 per cent focused on the inner part of my left knee. Was that a twinge I just felt? Was that a creak in the joint? Is there something moving around in there? Was that a pain? Am I imagining all this? Yep, I think I was.

YESTERDAY’S ‘COME BACK’ RUN:

  • 6 p.m. BG before: 6.4 (1 dark chocolate biscuit, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1/2 hour)
  • Distance: approximately 3.5 km
  • Time: 23 minutes
  • 7 p.m. BG after: 5.2
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (1/2 hour)

For the second time this week, I got up at 4:30 this morning to head to dear physio’s office. (Let me just say, I don’t function at all that early. Case in point: My underwear, I noticed at NOON, was on inside out! Awesome.) Dear physio rolled my right leg inwards, then rolled my left leg – the problem leg – inwards, pushed down on my left pelvis area a few times, rolled my problem leg in again, got a smile on his face. He asked me if I’d gone on a run, I said yes, to which he replied he could tell. My pelvis was a little out of position, he said, but no big deal. His pushing down on it had put it right back into position.

Then he started pressing down around the outer edge of the inner part of my knee, right where the bursa had been anchored, with his thumb and forefinger. I held my breath. I didn’t want to feel pain, please don’t let me feel pain, I silently pleaded. He pressed. I felt nothing. He moved slightly to the right and pressed again. Nothing. He shifted further right and pressed again. Nothing. Not until he had got right down to the bottom, pretty much to the front of the knee, did I feel a slight something. And I kid you not, it was only slight. That’s better than two days ago! I shouted out. He smiled. “You got the green light,” he said. “Go run.”

YAHOO!!!

But now, here’s where I need your advice. I have a race in less than a month, that’s just three Sundays left to fill my sneakers with long runs. I haven’t run in more than three weeks, and one of those weeks, I did no exercise at all. How many kilometres do I put in this Sunday? I do not want to re-injure myself, but I also don’t want to miss out on mileage. So, what oh what do I do?

What would you do?

Germs be damned

Sometimes you just need a good rant. Following Tuesday’s blog blowup, my knee had no pressure tension on Wednesday, and guess where I was today: Back at the pool! Yippee! (Never once thought I’d be jumping for joy to be returning to the germ-infested pool, but these, my friends, are desperate days. Germs be damned.)

When I felt no knee pressure yesterday, I was skeptical, but then when I woke up this morning to Day 2 of no knee pressure, I was ecstatic. So, I figured I’d head to the pool for aqua jogging, the least impactive workout on my list of workouts. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last, and I kept worrying that I’d feel a twang of pressure, but one lap, two laps, three laps, 25 laps later and no pressure. Yippee!

So what does this mean? I’m coming back baby! But slowly. Very, very slowly. I’ll either hit the pool again tomorrow or the bike trainer, and then the bike trainer for sure on Saturday and Sunday, and pilates on Monday and Thursday. I’m not quite so confident to go great guns with the running just yet. I’ll probably try a short run sometime next week and if all goes well, increase the mileage up again – interspersed with the cross training of course. That’s the plan. Let’s see how well I stick to it 😉

TONIGHT’S AJ:

  • 5:30 p.m. BG before: 12.1
  • Temp. basal: -100 per cent (1 hour)
  • Time: 42 minutes
  • Distance: 25 laps
  • 6:45 p.m. BG after: 14.3 (yikes!)
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (0.5 hours)

This was the first time I’ve actually counted laps and I kept looking at the clock to see how long it took me to complete a lap, and my god, I am slow. Twenty five laps took 42 minutes. On my way out of the pool, I ran into my favourite ironchickie who was swimming laps in the fast lane. I didn’t ask her how many she did, but I’m pretty sure she more than octupled my total! Like I said, slowly coming back. (That’s my story, I’m sticking with it :D)

Few great things that have happened this week:

1. My BG has seriously been so perfect (until this afternoon). Day after day I was recording readings in the 5s and 6s, which is so totally perfect. On average, I’m pretty great with my blood sugars, but I almost always have a low interspersed somewhere in the mix and sometimes even an unexplainable high. But for the past seven days, it was across the board perfection. No lows. No highs. Just perfect. So what happened today? I don’t exactly know, but I’m blaming the rather large half apple I ate at lunch, which I probably fudged up the carb counts on. Dammit!

2.

That would be my new necklace around my neck. Eeeeeee!

3. I bought a Glamour magazine today, which usually isn’t in my mix of magazine purchases (I’m more a Marie Claire kind of reader) but one of my New York girls Caitlin, who I love to pieces (even if she did once incessantly throw grapes at me with an evil cackle) is now on staff at Glamour – as editorial assistant! – and writing for it, which means I will now be a regular subscriber. So, so, so proud of her!


This was taken last year when the Three Katies were reunited in New York after 8 years of not seeing each other.

4. And then when I got home tonight, I got a letter, a real letter my friends, from my other New York Katie favourite (see picture above). For years we’d write super long emails to each other every few months, and then a little over two years ago, somehow we started writing real letters. I love real letters! There’s just something way more intimate about them, finding the right time and the right place to open them, slowly taking in every handwritten word, relishing their contents, and then storing them away to be re-read years later. (I still have a box of letters I got from friends I met at camp so many years ago.)  Who said snail mail’s dead?

What’s putting a smile on your face this week?