Posts Tagged ‘pain’

  There it is! The first 5K Since December of 2010… and the 2nd race post-ankle surgery. Words cannot begin to explain how amazing it feels to FINALLY feel great running again. My ankle has been a little swollen here and there but other than that no problems with my left foot. On the other hand, there have been several evenings where I’ve slept with 4 or 5 ice packs to try to relax my knees, my tail bone, and my back. But regardless of the pills and the pain, I DON’T CARE! To be in a race and be able to run hills for 3.1 miles at an 11:20/min pace is indescribable. I forgot (albeit, momentarily) how great it feels to run.

Andrew so graciously got up early on Sunday (after being up early on Saturday too!) and drove me to the race location (in DC). He brought along Franklin and they weren’t allowed in the cemetery but he got up early and drove me there anyway! I checked in and hung around with the boys until it drew close to start time. We parted ways and I thought, ugh, how am I going to do this. I walked through the gates and into a mess of people- none of whom I knew. I started thinking why am I doing this? Maybe this isn’t for me anymore… maybe I need to find something else, some other line of fitness. That’s when it happened. The man on the speaker started talking about the history of the cemetery and the race. I stretched and looked up at the absolutely gorgeous weather (sunny and 60s). I looked around and heard people laughing and smiling and stretching and I felt the bodies press up against me as everyone crowded the start line. Right there. That instant. Knowing that about 1,000 people had traveled by foot, bike, car, and metro to a cemetery in Southeast DC at 8:00AM on a Sunday morning… JUST TO RUN a 3.1 mile route with a bunch of complete strangers. That right there is why I run. That is why I have struggled through ankle surgery and weight gain and now trying to make it through weight loss. Because of the feeling I get surrounded by countless people I’ve never met and may never see again… just to go for a run. We are a special breed, we runners. We’d put up with anything- sleet, rain, snow (I’ve been there), sun, clouds, crowds, over-flowing portapotties, rotten bananas, cold pretzels, water, gatorade, gels…not to mention aches, pains, sprains, fractures, sweat, tears, and screams just for the thrill of crossing a finish line.

One of the greatest things about running is that even though there is competition going on, everyone’s on the same team. After you cross the finish line, you shake hands, give hugs, talk about what you did differently that cut a second or two off your time… and the greatest part? After the race, the people who were faster than you, they stick around, they walk down the path you’re still struggling to make your way up and they cheer for you. They clap, the yell, they motivate– even if they beat your pace by 6 minutes/mile, they are your equal. They get it and they get that you get it. And for the amount of time it takes to complete the race, everything in the world is right. There is nothing that could bring you down. Not one thing.

And that my friends, is the runner’s high.


Well, after the last post, I made it through a week of healthy eating and I even made it to the gym a few times. I went early in the morning, I got in about an hour each time and then I even had time to shower, make breakfast, sit and eat it… and make it to work on time. I wish I could do that everyday. I mean, I can, I just need to stop making excuses for hitting the snooze button over and over. After a few days of healthy eating and working out, I lost two pounds, it felt great. Then, as usual, two steps forward, one step back. We went away for the weekend and I slowly lost it. We were at the beach with my family and we ate out twice and then Andrew and I actually cooked one meal which wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t have gone back for seconds… and also had a piece of cheesecake. Oh well, not the end of the world, right? I did walk about two miles both mornings that we were there (Saturday and Sunday)… so not a complete loss.

I also, finally bought some new running shoes!!! I went to Pacers on Friday afternoon and talked with the woman there for about 30minutes. I explained the ankle surgery and stability issues, the cramping feeling I’ve been feeling lately in my shoes and my goals for the upcoming year and what not. She fitted me with all sorts of shoes- men’s, women’s, Mizunos, Brooks, Aisics, etc… and she watched my jog around the store so she could see how my gate. Turns out, I’ve been running in shoes that are a WHOLE SIZE SMALLER than I should be running in… I’m not sure if my feet have flattened out, the shoe styles have changed that much or my feet are growing larger by the second, but when I put on those size 11 (I know, HUGE, right?) women’s shoes, I felt like I was putting my feet in clouds. It was glorious. So, I walked out of the store about 30mins later with $105 less and 1 pair of awesome Brooks shoes more!

I started to think about the last few times that I’ve purchased new shoes and the wonderful feeling of “I can do anything in these shoes” that I get each and every time I lace up recently purchased shoes… in fact, I started to think of the miles and all of the activities those shoes would take part in, where they would travel to, which stores they would enter… and so, I started a blog all about the adventures of my shoes… seriously. I think it will be fun to track the life of my shoes! You can visit this blog at: I hope you enjoy my travels as much I as I do!

Now that we’ve covered that, here I sit, Monday evening… I have binged again and let myself down. I guess that’s why this blog is called the “trials and tribulations of eating and running”… it’s not easy, that’s for sure. I made my lunch for tomorrow and I am planning on waking up early to either 1) go to the gym or 2) go for a run outside. I’m actually supposed to take part in an 8K this weekend in DC for St. Patty’s Day, through one of my bestfriend’s bars (Fado for you DC-ers). They always have a team of people in this 8K and I’ve done it in years past— I’ll probably still do it this weekend… in a run-walk manner, but at least I’ll have done it, right? It’s a fun time to dress in all green and have a good time with great people.

Last bit of news: this is my final week in my current office. I like to say, “it’s my last week of protecting America’s drinking water.” haha- starting next Monday, I’ll be sitting back where I belong; the Office of Wetlands, Oceans, and Watersheds!!! I’ll be working on 319 Grants and 604b Grants.. basically nonpoint source pollution. If you don’t know what this all means, look it up, it’s pretty interesting. I’m hoping I can work with my boss and get them to pay for a grad school class or two for me this year! I need to start studying for the GREs, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll get to a point where I just don’t have the base knowledge anymore.

Ok, that’s all for tonight, hopefully I’ll have some good news to post this week… involving me going to workout :0)

Coming back from ankle surgery sucks. That’s all there is to it. To know that about a year ago I was running 10 miles with no problem is completely frustrating… but that’s life, right? My surgeon joked with me and told me that by the time I got the screws, new ligaments and patched tendon in there, I would be winning races. Such a good guy.

Last night we ran about 1.5 miles and by ran, I mean jogged. It hurt. My muscles are so stiff and weak from not using them for so long. I still can’t wear any type of wedge or heal for longer than about an hour. I still have to take my arthritis meds every night and sometimes it hurts so bad that I still can’t sleep despite the powerful “sleepiness” embedded in my anti-inflammatory pills. Sometimes, I want to quit.

Always when I think I’m going to quit and I’m ready to throw in the towel, I take a deep breathe and a step back and say to myself, no. I have come so far. Who would have thought that three years ago I could go from not running AT ALL to running a half marathon in a matter of 4 months? Not me. ever. But you know what? I did it! I ran it and I got a great time and I never felt better.

So today, despite being frustrated with my body and the backwards steps it seems to have sprinted over the past year through surgery and recovery, I know I can do it. I will prove to myself that anything is possible with a little determination. So..

I signed up for a 5K on December 12th. I will run all of it and I will run it with jingle bells tied to my shoes and my best holiday costume and I will do it to raise money for Arthritis. No matter how hard it gets, I know that so many people have it worse, including my boyfriend’s soon to be sister-in-law. She was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in her mid-20s. She is an inspiration to me, I love her and I’m going to do this for me, for her and for everyone else who ever wanted to finish a race.

This is me before my Marathon in November 2008