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Running Through a Fulfilled Life


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You Have To Learn To Walk First…

…before you can start running again.  I am now 8 days out from knee arthroscopy.  I think I am recovering well per my own standards as myself and as a PT.  I am still, however, having some residual soreness on the inside of my knee especially if I overdo.  This, however, is totally normal and a sign that I need to ease back into my normal, daily activities.  Patience has never been a virtue for me.  I think when it came out to doling virtues, I completely skipped over patience and instead took several heaping helpings of ‘pain in the a’ (on my good days).

Look at me being a pain!

Look at me being a pain!

I am craving to get back outside.  The beautiful weather, albeit humid weather, is not helping matters.  The one upside to having surgery when I did, is that I generally detest humid summer months when it comes to exercise.  And now, I get to miss out on the worst parts of summer (oh wait, that’s usually August) and make my glorious comeback still during the summer (probably in August).  I am really not a fan of August.

Yes I'm coming after you again one day, 13.1 miles of distance running.  I had big plans for a major PR until taking my reprieve from anything >5 miles.

Yes I’m coming after you again one day, 13.1 miles of distance running. I had big plans for a major PR until taking my reprieve from anything >5 miles.

I saw my Ortho Surgeon this week and he was generally pleased with the outcome of the surgery and how I am currently progressing.  When I asked about athletics he said “3-4 weeks” but to initially avoid “pounding activities”.  The PT in me says “well yeah, I figured that much”. So my current cardio regimen (or lack thereof) has been to re-establish my ability to tolerate standing and walking.  I am now up to 15 minutes on the bike and 15 minutes of walking on the treadmill.  Not too shabby for 8 days out.

But I really want to do this rehab thing right.  I want to come back to running for realsies (not for fake) and be able to get back to my old distances.  That means easing back.  That means potentially going to a Good Form Running Clinic (I’ve been eyeing you Dave’s Running) and purchasing a book on Chi Running.  I know what I do wrong, now I need to fix it.  I’ve managed to correct my heel striking, but now I need to correct my posture both at my trunk and at my hips and knees.

Why are you leaning backwards while running you terribly formed Eli? Are your legs faster than your upper body? Apparently.

Why are you leaning backwards while running you terribly formed Eli? Are your legs faster than your upper body? Apparently.

Because really, it’s about running for life.  And playing soccer as long as I can.  I can’t wait to be back up to running my favorite loops, trails, and courses.  And I definitely can’t wait to get back onto a field and pass a ball around.  I’m a ways away from being able to tolerate contact, but just frolicking on grass and trying to make my Hubby look dumb in goal are always good, enjoyable times.

My token soccer picture that I like to throw in now and then.  Really, I need to scan more pictures.  I swear I did more than run past this one girl that one time.

My token soccer picture that I like to throw in now and then. Really, I need to scan more pictures. I swear I did more than run past this one girl that one time.

My Hubby is such a good soccer player

My Hubby is such a good soccer player


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Pardon Me for My Absence

June has already started out as a very busy month for this Eli.

It started with a race I had no business running.

It progressed to a family vacation in South Carolina that had been planned for over a year.  Leading me to take a long hiatus from the internets and real life in order to decompress, recuperate mentally, and get ready for a knee surgery.  I have also decided if anyone is interested in splitting up the cost of beach front property, I am so game.  I could spend everyday on the beach and not even be mad.  The only thing holdiing me back is that I don’t have disposable income to drop it like it’s hot on a half million dollar beach house.
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June then progressed to a very important date: June 18.  The day in which I married the love of my life in front of all our family and friends 2 years ago.  The past 2 years have been absolutely wonderful and more than I could have possibly imagined.  I can’t wait to see what the next few years hold for us. 
ImageJune 18 was promptly followed up by June 19 (as apparently is dictated by the calendar).  I went under the knife and had my right (finally) scoped.  Because we had lack of a clear MRI, my Doc was going based off my symptoms.  Good news: no actual tear of my meniscus and no cyst.  Things were definitely beat up in there, so he only had to clean things up.  However, apparently my meniscus on that side of my knee is “not really good” and “it could be good or bad” in that I could either suffer a tear down the road or be perfectly fine.  Nothing like having things spelled out as either one or the other.  Gosh dang.

So that’s where June stands as of today.  I am currently holed up in my apartment recovering like a boss.  Not allowed to shower until tomorrow (which means I’m extra smelly) and have been able to initiate full weightbearing for short distances.
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The rest of June is going to be spent being a super awesome Bridesmaid to one of my very best friends from college.  Jess’s shower is this weekend only to be followed up by her bachelorette party the following weekend.  Enough things to keep me occupied and in denial that my current work-out routine of ankle pumps, quad sets, and straight leg raises are indeed not the equivalent of “running” and “playing soccer”.

 

Eli OUT.

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The I Know I Shouldn’t Have Done It But I Did It Anyway Post

With knee surgery on the horizon and scheduled a mere 18 days away and my running life on a hold, I have been keeping busy in the best ways I know how:  Cross training, strength training, house hunting, vacation planning, husband annoying, dance party in the living room, working like a fiend, and shopping like I have a totally expendable income.  

And then I went to family reunion and my 10 year old cousin bet me she could beat me in a 5K.  Well, I’ll be darned if I’d ever let her do that.  So, I did the most rational and totally correct (and by correct I mean you should not be doing this if you have a bad knee) and registered to run the same race she was planning to do.

The Girls on the Run 5K is a personal favorite of mine, especially since I served as a buddy runner last year.  Because I had been having knee issues, my mom did not ask me to buddy run this year.  Therefore, nothing holding me back and nothing to lose except my dignity.  

So I did it.  Friday, super early in the morning before I could even question what the heck I was thinking, I registered myself.  Worst case scenario, I figured should my knee start hurting I would shame walk back to the car and pretend like my stupidity never happened.

Saturday morning arrived quicker than I would have liked.  I was at Walsh University by 6:45 to help get things organized for my Mom’s GOTR team.  I sprayed hair, I did some Power Stripes on faces.  And I smack talked my cousin.  She was surprised I showed and backed off her previous challenge, “you run more than me so I know you will beat me, DUH!”

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My Mom’s Awesome GOTR Team

Soon enough, it was race time.  My warm up consisted of jogging approximately 30 seconds.  No stretching.  Just happy thoughts.  Probably my worst race preparation ever.  Lined myself up at the front.  Also a happy thought.  I pretended that I was indeed Speed Racer and that the world was my oyster.

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Before I knew it, the gun was going off.  I took off.  And tried my best to keep things comfortable.  Both with breathing and with my knee.  My goal (since lord knows I am probably out of shape and my most recent runs that I have managed were more in the 8:10-8:20/mile territory) was to get in under 24.  I refused to look at my watch throughout the race.  The race started slightly uphill, then progressed to a gentle downhill which I strode out.

I settled in easily during the first half mile to about 8th Overall.  We turned onto another road and started to run through some winding neighborhoods.  I passed the first mile marker feeling very good and sat now in 7th place.

The second mile I tried to maintain my effort, as we wound through several more roads that were relatively flat although some change in elevation was felt.  I managed to pass 2 more girls during this time and now sat in 5th.  Which is where I would stay.  Shortly after the second mile, the course turned onto the Hoover Trail which is a surface of crushed limestone.  It limited visibility and I felt like I was running alone.  I literally could see no one ahead but could tell I had a few runners behind.  This was a mentally taxing mile.  It was hard to push myself both because 1) It was starting to get hot and super humid 2) I had no target ahead 3) I was not even looking at my watch 4) My lack of training was starting to show and I was getting tired.  Like really tired.  Like so tired that I wanted to puke and then take a nap tired.  The photos don’t show, but I was whooped.
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The skill of levitation takes practice. As does running with your pinkies out for posterity.

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My Mom and her Buddy

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I managed to make it off the trail and onto the Walsh track.  I could hear the runner behind me closing on me just by listening to the crowd cheer.  I had no energy.  I was certain she would be the first runner to actually pass me.  But somewhere, deep down, I summoned my last bit of energy and willed myself to run hard through the 3/4 around the track.  I just kept repeating: You are faster than anyone that could be behind you.  And I outkicked her to the finish.

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Mom and her running buddy coming into the finish

Final Finish: 22:30 (7:15/mile pace)
Final Feeling: How the HELL did pull that out of my butt? (makes me excited for when I do make my comeback)
Overall: 5/1255
Splits (since I didn’t check until after the fact and case in point that I am not in shape to hold speed anymore):
Mile 1–6:41
Mile 2–6:54
Mile 3–7:48 (aka crapped down my leg mile moment fail)
Mile 0.1–6:25/mile pace

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Some discrepancy on my time. I think it was somewhere in between this and what was actually recorded. But whatever, Age Group award FTW! Cute backpack with my certificate.

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My Mom still managed to place even when buddy running!

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What happens when you are a sweaty girl, are out in humidity, don’t wear makeup, and wear a white tank top. Your Power Stripes become Drippy Stripes.

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Oh wait, how did this get in here? This has absolutely nothing to do with this blog post at all…

All in all, a great race was had by all.  Girls on The Run is a great organization and I wish my area had a chapter because I totally would be involved.  Hopefully it continues to grow because >1,000 participated this year and it is a wonderful event.  The course changes that were made really helped eliminate the congestion of last year and everyone seemed to enjoy the variance in surface.