Would you rather I start smoking?

I had a slight unhealthy love for the blue and grey look of the Montrails, but they didn't work with the new orthotics.

I ended up with the Brooks Cascadia 4's (which I already had) because they were on sale! They said that the shoes I had were not the problem, that possibly I needed a more supportive orthotic. It was time for a new pair of shoes though.

So I also got a new orthotic made with major arch support. I wore it all night at work, but unfortunately by the end of work, my right shin hurt so badly that I was limping. (Unreal.) I'm upset. : (  I work again tonight, I am going to wear my old orthotics and see if that helps.

I really thought this would be the answer, but now my shin hurts so badly I think I have done more damage. I feel like something is against my running. I don't know what it could be except karma or something. (Too much My Name is Earl.) A lot of people are able to easily keep up their unhealthy habits. Why is it such an ordeal for me to keep up my healthy one? Blugh.

Shoooooooeeeeessssss!

I have made up my mind. Tomorrow, I am buying new shoes. (If Foot Rx has a shoe that they recommend in stock for me. Pleeeeeease please do!) It's 6 weeks to the race, and if I don't get moving it will be quite the embarassment. Plus, the nightshift schedule is making me eat constantly... Check back later for the posted picture of my beautiful new shoes!!!

Travelling through time

I got to go on a run! I was going to go to Bent Creek with Yonton, let him mountain bike, while I ran/walked for an hour or so, just to be on my feet. I met him at his house and shared my brilliant idea. (He's shared before that he likes to mountain bike alone sometimes - I think it's relaxing for him.) The hesitation caught me by surprise. Yonton is not a runner. He kayaks, mountain bikes and climbs. Occasionally the treadmill calls him for 10 minutes - as it had the previous day of our excursion.

So the hesitation led to him offering to run with me - if I didn't go far. Well hell, I shouldn't really be running anyways, so it sounded good with me. We had a late start - maybe 7pm. (I thought I'd give him the Garmin so he'd have something fun to watch to entertain himself during the run. But, my Garmin has broken itself - yet again.) We started out at a relaxed pace - and as always - in it for the experience.

We ended up going (by my guess) about 4 miles. We both ran the whole time. My shins periodically flared up during the run. Currently they feel fine, but could probably use some ice. The run was great - by the end of it, it was really dark outside and I couldn't see where I was stepping. Thank goodness we had just come out of a trail when some headlamped-mountain-bikers came tearing down after us.

Needless to say, the run was fabulous. I think Yonton actually enjoyed himself, the berms calling him to play late in the run. We got to discuss his dream of time travel he had had the previous night and how the logistics may work out, if it really ever happened to either of us.

I appreciate the company and experience, fully and completely. Thanks for the support, as always. You rock.

What I deserve, as a wonderful person.

So I had to skip LeHigh Valley altogether. Being raised Catholic, this caused immense guilt for not supporting my family in an endeavor I started with them months ago. Good thing they were also raised Catholic and know forgiveness well. Ha! I was planning on going and supporting, without any running due to the shins, then a case of strep throat exacerbated by three nights of work in a row and a fever of 101.4 kept me home.

Anyways, this shin issue is ongoing. I gave myself the gift of a mile-long run on Monday the 6th. It hurt. I actually ended up walking part of it. Once I got back to the car, my left (?!?!) hip was really hurting and I was actually limping, along with the right shin being sore. Luckily the hip seemed to be acute and went away in a few hours.

But, about that run. It was the kind of day for me, where I left crying (the really good kind of crying) because I loved the experience so much. The air was cool and crisp. It was about 4pm. The woods were beautiful and inviting, the ground was packed and not muddy at all, perfect conditions. I got reminded of last fall.

Last fall, I was training for Shut-In, and got up to about 35 mpw. I remember thinking there was no point in going out if you're not doing at least 8 miles. I remember one day when I had done over 30 miles in the last 4 days so I left myself have pizza at a work party. I was trying to do everything perfectly, eat right, rest right, etc. It was the highlight of my running career to date. I could go run 5 days a week - sometimes 6. I was going 7+ miles every time. I felt so good, so confident and so strong. I felt invincible. My body was starting to change. Instead of just being skinny, I was actually getting muscular. A dream in the making.

Everything was going really well until my grandmother died. I went up to Michigan for the funeral. The family was a mess. The Catholic Michiganers are a breed of their own... and yes, technically I am one too, but I run to let out stress. We even ended-up having an intervention at a Coney Island. The stress of the trip, added to the stress my body was under caused it to crash. At the hotel, I remember telling mom that for some reason, my shins were really hurting, and I hadn't even run in two days. Stress goes and sits in the weakest muscles for me. My stress was going to sit in my shins, and not leave. That was the beginning of the end.

I got back home and returned to running 35 mpw. That next weekend, was a 16-miler up Shut-In. I could tell I was hurting, but was sure I could push through it. A few days after that was hill-training day. This gave me an opportunity to run fast. I LOVE to run fast. I let loose, and did around 20 short and long hill combos, with an additional couple miles of warm-up. By the last one, I could barely walk, and found myself sent home with two ice packs on my hips... crying. Cool-down was aborted. I knew the future, and was heart-broken.

The story has the ending.

So, my run on Monday... Ahhh. Just thinking about it now is making me want to go out right now. It's cool and rainy - perfect fall conditions for a run. I could wear one of my jackets! It's been so long since I've gotten to wear a jacket to run! I wish one could force healing. I wish that if you wanted it bad enough, it would happen for you. Why can't life be like that? Patience. My friend Brian told me that he had shin pain in the past, and tried new shoes over and over until his finally went away with a certain pair. I'm thinking I should go buy some new running shoes. Right now. Immediately.

Fall is the perfect time to run, and I am selfish and believe I deserve to get to run. I deserve to get to train for Shut-In and not just have to hike it in two months. I deserve to get to go out this beautiful time of year and pound away at the trails. I deserve to let my stress out the way I love to do it. I deserve the heavy breathing and that feeling my lungs get when they've been worked hard. I deserve the sweat. I deserve the toned muscles. I deserve the looks of others who see me as strong. I deserve thinking of myself as strong, confident, healthy and beautiful. Now, off to the shoe store...

Thank you Universe.

Lake Logan Triathlon

I'm hooked. Completely and totally hooked.

The Lake Logan Sprint Triathlon was AWESOME.

Background: I went with my friends Hannah and Chad, and some SMR friends (Rick and Keila) had signed up too. I borrowed a road bike from my friend Tim, who was nice enough to not only loan me the bike, but to also put pedals that would work with my shoes and give it a proper tune up. This would be my 3rd time on a road bike. (The Friday before the race was my 2nd time, I trialed the roads and did 11.55 miles in 50 minutes.) I have done two "hard" swim workouts this year, and about 5-6 total swim workouts. (About 8 in the last 10 years total - a blessing in disguise, being "forced" to swim as a child.) And the running you probably know... I have run 6 times in the last 6 weeks - two of those being races. But I'm still in decent shape with all the mountain biking and running in the previous months.

So. Race day. My mom had so lovingly agreed to join for support, knowing it meant a 4:45 wake-up time. (My mom rocks.) We got there and it was foggy and beautiful. It was dawn - about 6:10am when we parked the car. The lake looked as smooth as glass. The atmosphere had a swim meet quality. It was friendly and busy and happy. It reminded me of a group of people who were old friends, who came together for something they loved. I guess that's the actuality too.

We parked and I got all my various gear together. We parked on the opposite side of the river and walked across the bridge to the transition area. As we exited the lot, I heard the familiar voice of Hannah. She and Chad had just got all their gear together, and we walked over together, alive with the buzz of adventure - the feeling of trying something new, putting yourself out there, and knowing a good time would be had either way. There is something so fabulous about being with amazing people, in such a beautiful setting, preparing to physically exhaust themselves by choice, with a huge smile the whole time. It's spirit.

I set up my station. I rolled my socks into my bike shoes (with cornstarch), loosened my running shoes, taped my gel blocks and gloves to my bike handles, put my helmet on the handlebars, and put my bike in the correct gear. I put my inhaler in my bike shorts pocket, folded up my towel on the dewy grass, ensured my drink was placed in the bike holder, set out my cap and goggles, put an extra hair tie on the bike handlebars, and set out my hat. Bike number on bike tube, helmet number on, number pinned to shirt to put on before running. Check, check, check.

Next was the timing chip and marking station. (And I must admit, I felt really badass having my number Sharpied on my arms and legs.) Left ankle, timing chip, bilateral arms and quads - race number, right calf, age. Ok. Age! What a great thing to be able to see as the 45-year-old women FLY by you on the bike. Seriously. (Mental thought: Oh no, it's fine, she's not in my age group, but DANG, look at her leg muscles. Maybe I'll be a badass in 15 years too.) Anyways, back to the story. I'm chipped, marked, organized, half-dressed, and cold. My toes are numb in this beautiful morning dew. I learned today that shivering uses 500% more oxygen by the heart than being warm. 500%! Glad I didn't know that Sunday.

So I found Rick. Keila had injured her leg at a race series and was unable to come. I hated to miss her (and hate she's injured) but it was fabulous to see Rick. I compared stations with Hannah. We ran over equipment, shared anxiety and excitement, took some pictures. Mom found a great spectator spot, became official photographer of the day, and pulled out the camping chair. What dedication.

So we pulled on the cap and grabbed the goggles. We headed across the bridge to the swim start. Hannah and I were wave three. Chad was wave 2, and I believe Rick was wave 1. We had 4 minutes between waves. We waded in the water. Some people warmed up. We chatted instead. The cool morning made the water feel great. It reperfused our toes. (My Grandpa, having had boy scouts at Camp Daniel Boone, warned me of the frigid water temperatures. We were lucky that it was actually 75 degrees!)

I missed Rick getting in, but wave 1 entered the water. The horn sounded, they were off. "Wave 2, enter the water." We told Chad good luck. Horn sounded. We filed across the dock, waiting for our turn to enter. "Wave 3, enter the water." Good luck Hannah! Jump in... hey - not too cold, but it still took my breath. I had never done an open water swim. I went to the front, terrified of being kicked. 1 1/2 minutes. 1 minute, 30 seconds. This treading water was making me nervous too! 10 second countdown. Horn sounded.

My strategy was to stay as straight as possible. Straight for the first buoy. The people kind of fell away. I looked up periodically to check my location. Ok, buoy still there. Then the mental thought "Crap! Am I going to get tangled up in some buoy-holding rope and drown?" Anxiety ridden, I was breathing every stroke for a while - which is unlike me. I'm a 3-5er. I turned the first corner and there was a girl to my right, swimming even with me. She had been right behind me the entire first straight-away. I wanted her to go first; I didn't like someone right behind me so I let her go ahead. Second turn - now just straight to the dock. I noticed I looked up about every 10 strokes. It felt too often, so I started trying to go to 25. I made it to 15 once. I wanted to keep checking. (I'm sure made the swim slower, but hey, I didn't run into anyone or veer off course too far, so that's good!) The last 100 meters or so, we caught up with some wave 2 folks. It got a little congested under the bridge, as well as about 10 degrees colder where the river entered the lake. This took my breath a bit more. I skirted around people and made my way to the dock. Okay, arms pull me up and ...... Crap! I can't get on the freaking dock! I flopped over onto my side (I'm sure looking fabulous). Mom said it looked pretty funny later. Okay. Swim - check. Now I had to run from the dock, down the grass to the back of the transition station to get my bike.

I was short of breath, so I didn't rush too much at the station. Bike shorts on, socks and shoes on, swig of water. Inhaler in pocket. Helmet on and fastened. Run with bike to mounting line. Ahhhh! This is a blast!!!

 

Mounted bike, and was off. Well, as off as I could be. The bike portion was my Everest here. It started out uphill. I went slowly - one to catch my breath and two because it was hard! I kept pushing. The downhills (I think) are one place cyclist gain speed, but I'm not too comfortable going super fast, because I'm just not used to it. It was a beautiful course though - rolling hills and farmland. I was surprised how few people were around me, knowing this was a race of almost 200 people. A lot of people passed me. I didn't really mind though. I pushed as hard as I could, but tried to remember to conserve energy for the run. I had my gatorade/green tea/honey mixed drink. (It was not good.) Then I kind of freaked myself out thinking of the 3 cups of coffee earlier that day, then green tea. I didn't want to have a heart attack. (Like I needed more adrenaline. Geez. Sometimes I feel this is the blog inside the head of an extremely anxious person. Hell, that's probably why I love running. Whatever.) I passed one girl. Just one, but hey, that's okay. It was pretty fun, but I was excited when I knew we were on that final downhill back to the transition stations. I hopped off my bike at the dismount line and ran it down the road, into the transition station to do my favorite - running!!!

Transition station went pretty smooth. I racked my bike, switched shoes, grabbed my shirt and had and off I went (struggling to put shirt over head and run simultaneously).

Ahhh, the run. How fun, how great, how... Crap. I'm EXHAUSTED. About 1/10 mile in, I realized how tired I was. I told myself I should have demolished that disgusting drink. Hey though, this is my favorite part. I decided to enjoy it, and try to run the whole way, even if it was slow. I crossed the bridge and there was Rick! I shared my feelings, with a smile. "Holy crap Rick, I'm exhausted!" (I become very eloquent when hypoglycemic.) He (I believe) was feeling good. He seemed to be running well. We chatted a bit - then I continued on. Hey - there's Hannah! We chatted too. I again, shared my feelings, oh so eloquently. She was encouraging as always. I hopefully encouraged back (I was in my own world, I think I did) and continued on. My head told me, "Just keep running. Just keep running. Slow down a little if you need to - just keep running. If you walk, you may not be able to start again". At the 1 mile mark, the aid station had some water - or so I thought. I took a sip, and I don't know what it really was (tea, powerade?), but it was not what I was wanting at the time. Hey - only two more miles! (Aww! I hate it's almost over!) Doo de doo. 1.5 mile turnaround - now the best part, a slight downhill the whole way back! My shin was alright, but my right knee was hurting. Ugh that right knee. What to do? I just tuned it out and kept pushing. I felt like I was just jogging though. Like 8:15 pace or so. (Turns out, it was under 7:30) With about 1/2 mile left, I got that end of the race feeling. I pretended like I had been running only, and had a good kick left. This lasted about 12 steps. Oh well. Just keep up a pace. I was breathing way too fast as it was. Last turn - I can see the finish line! I didn't speed up though, just kept the pace. A guy shot past me - I encouraged him - and kept plugging away. Ahh, BEEP, through the last timing chip chirp.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe. I was handed a water, used the inhaler, got my chip cut off, walked around the gate and there came Hannah! Woo-hoo!!!! Chad walked over  - he had already finished too! In came Rick! Yay! Great race!!! We caught our breath, mom came over, and I don't even know what was said. I think I gushed about how fun it was, but it may have been how hard it was. I don't remember.

We took more pictures. Hung around and absorbed the experience. I had some watermelon and cantaloupe, as well as a turkey and cheese sandwich from the sponsors.

We stayed for awards. Rick won his age group! I got 3rd, and Hannah got a very close 4th - making us perfect training partners. We all had a blast - I can't stop looking at pictures.

 My times were as follows:  

Swim: 5 00:11:26    T1: 00:01:46   Bike: 41 00:50:57   T2: 00:01:24   Run: 13 00:23:21   Total: 01:28:52

I miss Sunday. I had Guster lyrics in my head, "I wish tomorrow was like today." I am officially hooked. I can't wait to find another one. I am definitely doing this one next year - it was so beautiful. I hated it was over so quickly - I may do the international distance that's on Saturday in 2011.

All in all, if you can't tell, this was epic. (In the words of a friend.) The people, the experience, the atmosphere, the setting. All epic. (And highly recommended to all.) Epic.

I'm Trying a Tri...

So my shins are feeling a slight improvement. (YAAAAYYYYY!!!)

I have worn the orthotics all week at work, and iced at least three times a day, if not more. No running or biking this week so far, just one swim. (I feel a little lazy.) My friend has so generously lent me his road bike, and put my pedals on it for me. I get to try that out today (maybe) and am definitely going on a road ride to get used to the experience tomorrow afternoon with a friend also doing the triathlon. I'm getting really excited!

I just watched a video of last year's Lake Logan sprint triathlon. The part I am most nervous about (the swim start) turns out to have been an in-water start. (At least it was last year.) That brings my anxiety down considerably.

I am debating attire, from shorts to shoes.

May go look at Frugal Backpacker today for some tri shorts. I don't want to spend a lot if I'm not going to like the experience. (Even though, it seems like it will suit me perfectly. Rushing through transition stations will be just what my high-strung self loves.) I was just going to throw on some running shorts over my suit to bike and run, but my friend said that the bike seat may chafe my legs without longer shorts. I don't want that.

Shoes wise, I think I have decided on some old Mizuno road shoes. They look really worn, because I wore them on trails primarily, but I think they have only abut 200 miles on them. (Picture included to spice up the post.)

Also, I have come to the conclusion that my beloved Garmin will not be joining me. I don't think you can swim with one, and it really doesnt' seem to be good for me to race with one anyways. I really don't need to know each quarter mile, do I? I'm sure I'll deal with it.

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But anyways, the gist of the post is to say...

I'm getting so very excited!!! Yay!

Plea for Help

Thinking of trying a new pair of shoes.

My cousin gave me some words of wisdom. He is a life-long runner as well as multiple Boston qualifier - way under the time cut-off. I figured he may know a thing or two that all the medical professionals I have seen don't seem to be seeing.

So, I will dissect my running shoe history for you here. Well, the last three pairs at least.

Shoe #1

Trained for Shut-In last year - ended up with incredible shin splints and hip flexor injury, as well as bilateral hip bursitis and a right labral "abnormality"

Consideration: increased mileage exponentially compared to any time in the past, and basically only ran uphill and hard for 3 months.

Shoe #2

Bought right before I got injured, but minimally ran on them to avoid injury. This was my come-back-to-running shoe this winter and spring. I probably have about 350 miles on them. 

Shoe #3

I got these right after DuPont half. I got these because I wanted the newest model. It wasn't really time, but I had heard to have two pairs and switch them out occasionally was good for you. (And who can pass up an excuse to buy a new pair of running shoes?) 

Well, as I write this blog, my conscious reminds me that I also went barefoot, and that maybe should count as a shoe choice:

Shoe #4:

Shoeless (I'll spare you the picture of my bare feet.)

Late last summer, I was made orthotics by a physical therapist because I pronate. Apparently I even pronate some just standing there, AND I have really high arches. Okay then. So I was instructed to wear the orthotics day in, day out - until my shins healed. I did last summer.

Chaco's everywhere around me. My favorite sandal, there at home, in the shoe bin, begging to be taken for a stroll. My toes needed some air, but I was a good patient. Kept the orthotics in. ALL SUMMER.

Well, I got to thinking today. After my barefoot stint with running, I stopped wearing my orthotics in my work shoes. (Possible culprit 1) I need some new ones, after just 10 hours my toes start to hurt from being squished in them. When I don't use the orthotics, my toes have enough room. I would just wear another pair to work, but it's not that easy. My shoes don't walk around an office. They often walk through urine, "super-bug" contagious infections, vomit, poop, blood... you name it. Maybe I need new work shoes too.

Back to the story... I did get those horrible shin splints after the two weeks on road. (Possible culprit 2)

Another interesting discovery... When I put pressure on the lateral side of my foot (where the orthotic makes me go) my shin splint hurts very badly. When I put pressure on the medial side of my foot, like the ball of the foot, or even just that medial side, my shin barely hutrs. So, it the orthotic helping or hurting? Conflincting evidence, right?

Excuse me for a second... (ARRRRRRGGGHH!!!!!!)

So again. Back to the question. Do I...

1. Start wearing orthotics at work? (I guess?)

2. Get new work shoes? (ASAP)

3. Get new running shoes? (inconclusive)

4. Keep icing multiple times a day? (Y)

5. Take off until triathlon on Sunday? (Y)

6. Beg for any input from friends, no matter what background (non-medical)? (Y)

Does anyone see some puzzle piece that is in plain sight that I can't seem to see anymore?