Monday, December 7, 2009
Naturally, I ran through the pain, very pleased with myself for completing my workout in my goal time. Then I walked home and laid down on the floor in agony. For the next few days the pain did not improve. It was worse when I took a step on the left side, but it never went away.
I saw the doctor on the first day I could get an appointment, which was Oct.27th. The first question I asked was, did I need an x-ray to rule out a stress fracture. But because I couldn't precisely locate the epicenter of the problem, the doctor diagnosed me with 'fascial pain', gave me a prescription for some strong anti-inflammatories, and told me to walk when it felt fine to walk, and run when it felt fine to run. She said I would not do any damage by running on the sore leg.
Two days later we jetted to New York City where we walked about 3-5 miles a day and where I managed a 6 mile run. It was painful, but not unbearable until the last mile or so.. Every evening after walking all day my leg killed me. But every morning it felt fine, so I figured it wasn't getting worse.
I went back to the doctor on Nov. 6th and reported the pain had not gone away as expected. I also let her know that my hip seemed to be the worst area now. At that she sent me to a chiropractor, suspecting my hip might be out of alignment causing issues all the way down the leg.
To be continued....
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Ian sipping coffee with Trinity Church in the distance behind him
It was a perfect day for aimless meandering through the streets - not too hot, not too cold, and not raining.
Fabulous walk-in shower
View from the lounge area into the bedroom beyond
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
"Spectrum V" by Ellsworth Kelly, ca. 1969
As usual I was obsessed with finding funny shots at the museum, like this one I took of Ian - which was not staged. He had no idea until he saw this picture.
A good day all around.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Day 3: The New York Marathon
I got up pretty early to meet my friend (Fellow Runner, Jeannie) in Queens at Mile 14. I got a HUGE thrill when I saw the lead women run by, especially my all-time-favourite runner, Paula Radcliffe. She looked great! And tough! Click HERE for the video!
Next stop was Mile 26 on Central Park South. The marathon was slower than I expected, so we were actually able to see the lead women AGAIN! Paula had dropped back and she really looked like she was hurting. Her face was the giveaway. I cheered "GO PAULA" as loud as I could, hope it helped.
Next, we got to see the lead men, Meb Keflezighi was way out in front haulin' ass! He looked quite relaxed and confident too!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Starting with the Oct 3rd race bib pickup, and Sports Expo, Portland Hilton
Drove with my family and to Parents in-law to drop off our children for the night, and my husband I and were off to Portland Oregon. We drove through Goldendale and saw lots of Indian reservations and the wild mustang horses, beautiful fall colors just starting. Then over Sates pass to the beautiful Columbia River Gorge, Dales Oregon.
We arrived in Portland at 6 pm and went straight to the Hilton Portland where we picked up my race bib and race chip barcode tag (new state of technology for me). We had about ½ hour to venture the sports expo before closing.
The biomechanic feedback station caught my eye, so I strolled over, put on a pair of their Nike racing flats on hopped on the a treadmill for a video analysis. The Physical Therapist studied my gait after playing it back in slow motion, she said I had a neutral foot plant with no signs of over pronation or ankles angling inward. She said, “Wow you have really strong feet”. “Thank you.” I replied, and chuckled under my breath. Little does she know I train in racing flats and run barefoot in the sand and grass. So five stars for forefoot running, Chi running, and Vibram soles.
Well, lets get to the Nitty Gritty of the race. Race morning Oct 4th came with a bang. We stayed at a La Quinta Hotel and they forgot to give us our 5 am wake up call. Thankfully I woke up at 5:35 screeching “Yikes, oh shit…. we gotta go” they never gave us a wake up call!” So 20 min. later, my husband and I drove to downtown Portland, a damp Dewey 40 degree morning perfect for racing. We found a parking garage for $5.00 a day. I put on sweats, earmuffs, and gloves, and then trotted in the parking lot while my husband Reidar put his Mt. Bike together.
Race started at 7 am and it was now 6:30. After finding where the runners with bibs could legally enter, I hung out with my husband until the final departure. We befriended a Father/daughter couple that was both very friendly. The daughter was 28 years old and was planning on qualifying for Boston by running a 3:40. Her father was there on his Mt. Bike as well in order to support her at various spots in the race. Hence, my husband Reidar had had a buddy to hang out with.
And they're off!
I kissed my husband and departed into the chute. I found my way in the cluster of wall-to-wall runners (believe me this was tough, since I’m so claustrophobic) to the 3:40 pace group. At 6:55 the National Anthem was sung by a retired Opera Singer, now running the marathon. The gun goes off at 7:00 am and the wheel chair marathoners are off, a minute goes by and we’re off. Lots of intense cheering, three miles into the race people are tossing this and that of various clothing to the sidelines. Gloves, hats, sweats, just a heaven for the homeless that roam the street afterwards. I was happy for them.
The 9-mile mark was a turn around with bands playing. Felt amazingly well inside a pack of runners it was like being pulled along effortlessly. It reminded me of a long time ago back in the 80’s on the track running the 1500 meters and being boxed in. I never used my iPod, the entire marathon. I just soaked in the atmosphere.
An Unscheduled Stop
14, 15 miles? I was at the tail end of 3:45 pace group when a whistle blows! A freight train was coming. We had to be stopped as angry runners cry” This is insane! No way, not fair!” I was upset at first since it takes you off guard and off rhythm. So, we were told to stop our watches and account for the loss at the finish. I had a 2 min 23 sec. delay.
At mile 16 I was feeling my right hamstring start nagging, right calf start twinging, then decided to wait it out. Sure enough it went away. Mile 17 was the famous ½ mile hill, up and over St Johns Bridge. I was starting to stiffen up a bit. By the 20 mile I knew the race was over for me. When I wanted to start to race and kick it in, it clearly was not going to happen. I was down to a 9 min pace, shuffling, and hanging on. I told myself if the pain is only this great and won’t get worse, then just maintain. I started to think of my teammates “TeamPointTwo.” I said now listen “D”, Susan, LJ, Chris, Jamie, Nicole, Tony and your coach John J. Ellis are pulling for you right now. So, come on girl, hang in there.
I took my first race GU from the aid table at mile 23, it was called liquid gold. It was an amazing!!!! Tasted like Amber Honey. It gave me an energy boost.
The last mile was definitely the longest and never seem to end, in fact my mantra at that point was, E.T. Phone home….. E.T. Phone home…. E.T. Phone home….
The Big Finish!
My finish was a blur muffled with cheering. My pained body hit the Finish Plate Sensor. The finished runners were guided through (what seemed to be eternity #2), wobbling another ¾ of a mile in order to get out. I asked myself, “So D would you do this again?” I answered…. Yep!
Finishing time without freight Train Adjustment: 3:59
With re-adjusted time: 3:56.23
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
1. Weakness (i.e. muscles felt tired, weak, powerless)
2. Tiredness (needing to take lots and lots of naps)
3. Dizziness (only on a couple of occasions, but still, it's not normal!)
7.Shortness of breath (especially during workouts, but also climbing hills or stairs)
8. Trouble concentrating ("What was I going just doing?")
9. Loss of endurance (not feeling like I could finish a workout that was easy a couple of weeks prior)
10. High exercise heart rate (I mean, like running at a 13:00/mile pace with a HR of 153 bpm!)
13. Loss of interest in exercise (Do I HAVE to!?)
14. Poor appetite (this is SOOOO not normal for me!!)
A visit to my doctor, and a blood test or two later, and there you have it: I was iron deficient! Why, you might ask, would iron deficiency be such a big deal for a runner like me?
So far so good, I've been taking the iron for a few weeks now and am feeling way more like myself. Hopefuly my NEXT race will be a raging success! No more bad race reports!!!