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Friday, September 23, 2016

I cut my finger. (My week in a nutshell.)

It's been a rough week at our house. Our mornings have not been pretty. Yesterday, I thought it was as bad as it was going to get when I managed to cut myself on the glass jar of queso dip that was knocked on to the pantry floor and took most of my time before school to clean up.


Yet this morning decided to prove me wrong. There were even tears this morning, for which I blame school picture day (and myself a little). I think the fact that I've had a miserable cold all week and haven't felt great has added to our unhappy mornings.

But I'm holding out hope that we can end the week on a high note. And maybe I can get in my first run of the week.


When my cold moved into my chest, I knew I needed to take a few days off. Which was especially disappointing because I was actually excited to get up and run the next morning when I went to bed Sunday night.

So there hasn't been running, but there has been yummy food. And I'm not (just) talking about the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies I made over the weekend. I actually attempt to eat healthy most of the time, and this is one of my favorite combinations.


 A guy Scott works with has kept us stocked up with homemade salsa lately, so I'm always looking for things to put it on. What is it about salsa that makes eggs even more delicious??

Before I go, here's one of my favorite running quotes, which couldn't apply more to my Big Cottonwood Marathon experience last month...


...and of course some funny stuff. Because it's Friday!










Thursday, September 15, 2016

My new gig and a marathon

So about that other gig I started. I am now teaching elementary school PE part time. It is not at my girls' school, so adding that to my plate three days a week has been interesting. But we're adjusting, and things are starting to fall into a routine.

I do feel busier, but it is manageable. I'm even getting my workouts and runs in, although some days it definitely takes more planning than it used to.

Speaking of runs. I had a little 26.2 adventure this past Saturday, running the Big Cottonwood Marathon. I felt pretty good mentally, but a week before the race my plantar fasciitis on my left foot really flared up and I could hardly put pressure on my foot. After a few days of icing, stretching and resting, I decided to try an oral steroid to see if that would get it to the point where I felt comfortable attempting a marathon; by Friday it felt quite a bit better.

Little did I know that while it was helping my foot, it would completely destroy my stomach during the race. I felt really good the first eight miles and walked through the first few aid stations to drink water. At mile eight, I took some salt tablets to stay ahead of any dehydration issues.


Within a few minutes of taking them, my stomach started cramping and feeling nauseous. I still tried to drink at least a little water at the aid stations, but my stomach didn't want anything in it and got progressively worse. I didn't even attempt any GU or more salt tabs.

Within a few miles of where I would see my family for the first time, I tried a little Powerade but threw it right up. The other two times I tried Powerade later, I puked it right back up as well.

About mile 18, I saw my family and broke down. I told Scott I felt so sick and didn't know what to do. But I had already told myself that if Grace would run with me for a bit, I would keep going. She quickly agreed, and we headed off on the out and back, which is about four miles.



We walked whenever she needed a break, but she was a little trooper. There were times I knew she was struggling, but I could tell she was pushing herself to go further than her little body wanted to go. She would pick a spot and we would run until we got there before taking a walk break. I couldn't have made it through that stretch without her.



When we got back to where Scott and Ellie were, I told them I would get myself to the finish and would see them there. I tried running as much as I could, but there was a lot of walking. At one point a pacer talked me into running with their group, so I did for a bit. But my stomach and body were fighting every step.

By that point I was dehydrated, getting the chills and not sweating at all, so I just focused on moving as fast (or slow) as my body would let me. A mile or so before the finish, I saw Megan Dinsdale, which gave me the boost I needed to get to that finish line. If you ever have a friend like Megan, you are very lucky indeed. I literally pray in gratitude for her on the regular. She got me through that last mile and then darted off to the side as I headed into the finishing chute.

Apparently my brain was working about as well as my body at that point and I didn't get any pictures of me with my family or with Megan. Double lame.

I spent the rest of Saturday on the couch and my bed, and I was finally able to eat food without my stomach completely rebelling and cramping up on Tuesday.

It was a rough race, but I am glad I finished. I gave it all my body had and a little bit more. Now I am focused on being healthy physically and mentally and am looking forward to whatever I decide to do next in my little running life...

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