Yep, woof. That's all I heard last night.
Okay, so rewind.<<<<<<<<<<
Yesterday a.m. my boyfriend left for Springfield for a week. He's doing some video for a trade show and had to sit down with the guy to edit, etc. Whatever, let's get back to me- I'm alone and I hate it. So that means that while my Goose is gone I have to take myself to my race. Not a huge deal, really, but boy it sure is sooo much nicer when he is there to hold my stuff, take pictures, cheer me on, and give me a big finisher's hug. Last night I went to bed around 11:30.
12:03- Samantha starts barking to go out. [Samantha is my older baby, 14. Normally I let her out the back door, she does her business and comes back in. However, when I'm in the house alone I sleep upstairs because I HATE sleeping downstairs in that big, giant bed alone. So, when I let Samantha out the front door, the one that opens up to a busy lake road, I have to go out with her to make sure she doesn't wander off. She's gotten belligerent in her old age.] No big deal, go out with her, bring her back in. Rub my eyes, go back to sleep.
12:43- Woof. Woof, woof. Repeat above.
1:28- Woof. Woof, woof, woof. Repeat above.
Okay, you get the idea. Samantha had to go outside 11 times between midnight and 7am when my alarm went off. Really?!
I try not to get upset with her because she's old and I gave her deer meat that must not have agreed with her.
Needless to say my first night alone as H.O.H. was terrible.
So for race morning I was not all piss and vinegar. Just pissED.
I have no pictures of my race.
I didn't dress up in the outfit I wanted to.
I forgot my iPod.
I got there late and had to rush.
The list could go on.
Needless to say, after all the grump in the world, [What, any Christmas run should still have the Grinch present!] I was able to run 3.12 miles on the road free of IT pain. That's reason enough to forget everything else.
Conditions were predictable for a winter run in Upstate NY. It was 26 degrees, light flurries, mild wind. There was a decent turn out but I admit to not hanging around for the festivities as much as I would have if I didn't need a serious nap! I finished in 27flat. The operative word there; finished.
This run was symbolic for me. It meant I was on the road to recovery and there was an end in sight.
Will I be more diligent about icing, stretching my ITBand? Hells to the yes.
I've signed up for the BayBreeze Half in February for my Cali trip. I'm super stoked on it because I get to run with my brother, his fiance, and my boyfriends brother. It should be a good trip.
Now, back to some very very careful training.
On the road again...road to my [second, but really first because the other one was pulled out from under me] first half.
Okay, so rewind.<<<<<<<<<<
Yesterday a.m. my boyfriend left for Springfield for a week. He's doing some video for a trade show and had to sit down with the guy to edit, etc. Whatever, let's get back to me- I'm alone and I hate it. So that means that while my Goose is gone I have to take myself to my race. Not a huge deal, really, but boy it sure is sooo much nicer when he is there to hold my stuff, take pictures, cheer me on, and give me a big finisher's hug. Last night I went to bed around 11:30.
12:03- Samantha starts barking to go out. [Samantha is my older baby, 14. Normally I let her out the back door, she does her business and comes back in. However, when I'm in the house alone I sleep upstairs because I HATE sleeping downstairs in that big, giant bed alone. So, when I let Samantha out the front door, the one that opens up to a busy lake road, I have to go out with her to make sure she doesn't wander off. She's gotten belligerent in her old age.] No big deal, go out with her, bring her back in. Rub my eyes, go back to sleep.
12:43- Woof. Woof, woof. Repeat above.
1:28- Woof. Woof, woof, woof. Repeat above.
Okay, you get the idea. Samantha had to go outside 11 times between midnight and 7am when my alarm went off. Really?!
I try not to get upset with her because she's old and I gave her deer meat that must not have agreed with her.
Needless to say my first night alone as H.O.H. was terrible.
So for race morning I was not all piss and vinegar. Just pissED.
I have no pictures of my race.
I didn't dress up in the outfit I wanted to.
I forgot my iPod.
I got there late and had to rush.
The list could go on.
Needless to say, after all the grump in the world, [What, any Christmas run should still have the Grinch present!] I was able to run 3.12 miles on the road free of IT pain. That's reason enough to forget everything else.
Conditions were predictable for a winter run in Upstate NY. It was 26 degrees, light flurries, mild wind. There was a decent turn out but I admit to not hanging around for the festivities as much as I would have if I didn't need a serious nap! I finished in 27flat. The operative word there; finished.
This run was symbolic for me. It meant I was on the road to recovery and there was an end in sight.
Will I be more diligent about icing, stretching my ITBand? Hells to the yes.
I've signed up for the BayBreeze Half in February for my Cali trip. I'm super stoked on it because I get to run with my brother, his fiance, and my boyfriends brother. It should be a good trip.
Now, back to some very very careful training.
On the road again...road to my [second, but really first because the other one was pulled out from under me] first half.
Bless your heart honey!
ReplyDeleteBut you did it!
Oh, sleep deprivation is tough, even for one night! But way to go for getting your race in and not feeling any pain--excellent!
ReplyDeleteI am having a bit of ITB pain right now too--can you email me any advice on what has worked for you? misszippy1@gmail.com
Thank you!
Woot for a pain free race!
ReplyDeleteI would have gone nuts. I am so protective of my sleep. Congrats on finishing your race, and doing well in your recovery babe
ReplyDeletewohooo for no IT pain! I know how exciting that is.
ReplyDeleteHmm I think that's why I don't have a dog or a baby :)