Well, back in August I didn’t realize just how hard this weekend would be for me. I thought that, after two months of knowing the marathon wasn’t going to happen, that I would be over it by now. But this wave of emotion took me by surprise. I mean, I knew this weekend would be bittersweet for me, but I’ve missed races before due to injury and figured I would have a twinge of pain, but would be able to get through it without much thought.
So much energy and hope was focused on training for and running this race. I know it would have been hard. I know it would have been painful. I know it would have taken me FOREVER to finish. And I do realize it would have been even harder if my training stopped later than it did. I am lucky that I was taken out of training before the major marathon build-ups began (more than 13.1 miles). That fact doesn’t make this weekend any easier though.
Today was the race expo – one of my favorite things about big races. I love looking at all the gear, trying samples of different products, and experiencing all the excitement from having all those runners in one room. Everyone is happy – nervous – excited.
I experienced none of that.
In all, my first marathon race expo lasted less than 5 minutes. Here’s how it went:
Limp to MSOE’s Kern Center (expo location)
Get race packet
Limp to car
Throw in a teary call to my mom and you have my first marathon experience.
I’m not supposed to be on my feet for extended periods of time. Doctor’s orders are for me to be sitting or elevating my foot whenever possible. I may be off crutches, but I’m still not out of the woods. My doctor said right now it is critical I not do anything that could send me backwards again. Both he, my mom and a couple of close friends have told me NOT to head out to cheer for the race tomorrow (for my physical and mental well-being).
But some of my dearest friends are racing tomorrow. I want to be out there to support them. I want to show them all the love they’ve shown me. I want to be out along the course to cheer for my friends who are racing for PRs. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough to do so. I hope they’ll understand if I don’t make it out. I’m trying to mend a broken heart, and a fucked up ankle.
If you follow me on Twitter or Dailymile, you know that I haven’t done much running in the past couple of weeks.
I’ve been going crazy with this whole not running thing. My chiropractor thinks it might have been a microtear or quad strain… and we’ve pinpointed it to an “easy” 4 mile run that was done half on very loosely packed gravel. The extra effort it took to push off each step on the gravel is what likely caused my knee/quad funk.
I’m going to have a biometric assessment with a specialist this week and hopefully will be back running soon (my goal is next weekend). Ragnar, 3 half marathons and Lakefront Marathon await me!
Right now, I have to figure out WHAT IN THE HECK to do. Walking hasn’t seemed to aggravate my quad, so I might end up covering the miles that way. How frustrating.
I’ve been following a RICE regimen and I’m going stir crazy. Praying I can get back running soon, or I may have to rethink some of my summer races… which is the LAST thing I want to do.
Don’t worry, I’m not leaving Losing It! I’m just going to focus my FODMAP-related posts, recipes, etc at www.wtfodmap.com.
It’s been almost two weeks since I started the FODMAPs elimination diet and boy do I feel better. It’s amazing what a difference there is between me today and me two weeks ago.
I’m still crabby about many of the foods I’ve had to give up, but I’m thankful for less trips to the bathroom, less bloating, less gas and a more happy Amy.
Today I had a 5 mile training run. It went pretty well. I felt like my legs were heavy, but I managed to squeak out a sub-15 pace, which is pretty good for me. Of course, it’s nothing like my recent runs with paces of 12:30-13:30/mile, but I’m making progress!!!
So, yesterday was interesting. As I got into my car in the Walgreens parking lot before work, I heard (and felt) my tights rip at the back seam. If I would have gone back home, I would have been late for work and I figured it wasn’t too bad so I just went about my day.
But the rip kept getting bigger. If you follow me on twitter, you know that it just kept getting worse. When I got home from work, the seam had ripped almost completely to the front of the tights. This is what I saw when I took the tights off:
Let me tell you, it was breezy up in here.
Besides being crabby and tired, the FODMAPs elimination diet is going well. Unless you count the horribly bland salads I’ve had the last two days when eating out. Last night I had to pick off the croutons. SADSIES.
So today, I had my first training session back with my trainer, John. I haven’t seen him since January because of the whole slipping on the ice and throwing out my back thing.
I walked into the gym he now owns (Bayview Fitness!!!) and walked into the locker room. I thought something looked a little different and then… I saw the urinal. Facepalm. I would have been ok (no guys in there) except for as I was trying to sneak OUT of the locker room, a guy was walking in. He looked at me funny and I muttered, “Ugh! Wrong locker room! hahahah. It’s been a rough morning. I mean day. I mean, umm, ahh.” Then I just walked into the women’s locker room.
Sometimes I think that my life could EASILY be turned into a sitcom. Days like the last two are only proof that it would be hilariously embarrassing.
Day 16 of marathon training, Day 2 of FODMAP elimination diet.
I’m not going to lie to you.
IT SUCKS BALLS.
I’m still bloaty, not as gassy but now I’m CRABBY AND BITCHY AND KIND OF DEPRESSED.
Top it all off and I go for a run today after work (with my new running capris) and they start rolling down my gut. Like I couldn’t run more than a block. It was horrible. I ended up walking about a mile. Then I got frustrated and went home.
I’ll make up for it tomorrow… or something.
On another note, I got the sweetest, most amazing email the other day from a blog reader named Alana. Alana, your email made me cry. I WILL be responding soon, I’m just completely humbled by it.
And to Ro, your message today was just what I needed to pick my sorry self up off the floor. I <3 you.
Finally, I leave you with this. Chicken Bacon Dijon Potato Patties. It’s a nifty gluten-free, FODMAP-free meal I created tonight. You can find the recipe here.
Well. Today I was going to go for a run, but my body said “hells to the no.” I woke up this morning feeling nauseous but I’ve been feeling queasy for a few days so I thought nothing of it. Then, mid-morning I got all the warning signs of a migraine headache. I knew I had about 60-90 minutes before it would knock me unconscious so I finished up what I was doing at work and drove home. I turned all the lights off and slept for a good 4-5 hours. I’m still feeling the after-effects, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. But I’m still nauseous. Good times. Nothing half a bottle of Tums can’t cure.
So basically, today I’m using up one of my rest days for the week. Blergh. It sucks to do that on the first day of the week!
Here’s a recap of Week 1’s training log on Dailymile:
Thanks to Kelsey and Ashe, my top motivators for the week. 😀
Day 6 of marathon training. First “long” run. Truth be told I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it. Haven’t ran more than 1-2 mi at a time since the beginning of the year (thanks to slipping on ice and throwing out my back and some other health related issues). But I did it, and much faster than I thought I would be. Yayz. I got some of my confidence back. Oh did I mention I didn’t walk? Eek. See also: wearing a singlet to run on March 17 IN WISCONSIN.
3.1 miles in 44 min (14:11 pace)
On my run today I came across a group of young girls. Here is our conversation:
Little girl: why are you running?
Me: because I’m training for a marathon.
Little girl: why would you do something like that?
Me: because I want to
Little girl: that’s weird.
Touché, little girl. Touché.
PS: The reason it was 3 miles of bribery is that I told myself if I went for a run I could eat a cupcake. But I got home and never ended up eating that cupcake. WOAH. WILLPOWER. I HAS IT.
On Friday I ended up using up my other “rest” day for the week. My sister is in town (YAYZ) and she, her boyfriend and I went to the museum to see the Cleopatra exhibit. It was pretty awesome. Here’s the “Cleocatra” stuffed animal we found in the gift shop. LMAO.
I spent the rest of the day eating cupcakes, drinking beer and showing some lovely ladies my Jamberry Nails! Win.