Every day that the sun shines her pretty face here in northern California I want to lace up my shoes and head out for a run but that's still out of the question. I'm grateful that I haven't lost the desire over these last several months. I keep trying to convince myself that another 5 months won't be that bad, that a little rest never hurt anyone. It's not working but I'm trying.
This week I made a promise to myself that I would get back into some sort of exercise routine. Whether it be yoga, pilates, weight training, swimming or walking. Today I took the first steps in fulfilling that promise. I dug out an old pilates DVD and got to work. It was 30 excruciating minutes and my body feels like Jello. I'm sure tomorrow I will awake to soreness throughout my entire body but it will be worth it!
I see Dr. N in 3 weeks. I hoping for more good news. I've been really babying the foot this time around and the healing feels totally different. I think this is a good sign and I've got my fingers crossed!
Until next time, peace out!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
In need of a run
I find the holidays to be more stressful than joyful. I am much like the character Clark Griswold. I build things up in my head and there is just no way on earth they will turn out the way I dream them. I usually rely on running to balance the stress out for me. Needless to say it's been rough going the last couple of weeks without any good heart pumping exercise.
Monday was a day that tipped me over the breaking point. It's a long story and for the most part it's all worked out just fine but still it was more than I could take 5 days before Christmas. I became so restless and irritable I couldn't stand myself. My oldest son was having the same bank busting day I was and he too was restless and irritable. He suggested we head out to the tennis courts between rain storms and work out some aggression.
It was awesome. He is relatively new to the game and I am in no shape to play a full on game of tennis with a teenager so it worked out perfectly. He took it easy on me and we spent an hour out in the rain scented December air. We laughed at serves that barely made it over the net and felt victorious when we could volley back and forth. It was just what the doctor ordered for my mood. Well he probably wouldn't suggest tennis just yet but my foot felt great. I took it super easy and didn't push beyond what the tendon can do.
I forgot how much I love the game. I used to play everyday before becoming a full-time mommy nearly 20 years ago. On Tuesday my calves and quads woke up saying "just who do you think you are expecting movement out of us after 8 weeks of no activity"? It was a wonderful feeling! I think we will head back out today since there is a little sun in our forecast.
Who knows, maybe this will be part of my new cross-training plan once I've been cleared by Dr. N to return to my normal activity level!
Monday was a day that tipped me over the breaking point. It's a long story and for the most part it's all worked out just fine but still it was more than I could take 5 days before Christmas. I became so restless and irritable I couldn't stand myself. My oldest son was having the same bank busting day I was and he too was restless and irritable. He suggested we head out to the tennis courts between rain storms and work out some aggression.
It was awesome. He is relatively new to the game and I am in no shape to play a full on game of tennis with a teenager so it worked out perfectly. He took it easy on me and we spent an hour out in the rain scented December air. We laughed at serves that barely made it over the net and felt victorious when we could volley back and forth. It was just what the doctor ordered for my mood. Well he probably wouldn't suggest tennis just yet but my foot felt great. I took it super easy and didn't push beyond what the tendon can do.
I forgot how much I love the game. I used to play everyday before becoming a full-time mommy nearly 20 years ago. On Tuesday my calves and quads woke up saying "just who do you think you are expecting movement out of us after 8 weeks of no activity"? It was a wonderful feeling! I think we will head back out today since there is a little sun in our forecast.
Who knows, maybe this will be part of my new cross-training plan once I've been cleared by Dr. N to return to my normal activity level!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
F.A.T.
Ever wonder what happens when you go from running 100+ miles a month to zero miles a month? Let me tell you. You get F A T! I am at an all time, non-pregnancy high and I am major sads about it. Could I fix it? You bet. As it it I eat between 1500-1700 calories a day. A handy dandy website that calculates daily caloric intake to lose pounds says I need to cut that to 1200 a calories a day while not vigorously exercising. Yeah I tried that and it ummm sucks! A lot.
I need to find something to do that will burn calories and let this foot rest. So far I've come up with weight lifting and resistance training. Both of these sound, BORING! Really just thinking about them make me yawn. I can tell you that as of yet I have not bounded out of bed to head out to the ice cold garage and lift weights. And, resistance training conjures up memories of hours upon hours of rehab that my knee required just two short years ago.
Just putting this in a whiny post is making ashamed of myself for being so pouty. Maybe tomorrow I'll actually do something instead of complain. Maybe.
Peace out!
I need to find something to do that will burn calories and let this foot rest. So far I've come up with weight lifting and resistance training. Both of these sound, BORING! Really just thinking about them make me yawn. I can tell you that as of yet I have not bounded out of bed to head out to the ice cold garage and lift weights. And, resistance training conjures up memories of hours upon hours of rehab that my knee required just two short years ago.
Just putting this in a whiny post is making ashamed of myself for being so pouty. Maybe tomorrow I'll actually do something instead of complain. Maybe.
Peace out!
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