Workout Recovery

This past year I have recovered from two major surgeries and started running all over again TWICE. It was slow-going. I was frustrated A LOT. In the end, I respected my body’s need to rest and fought back, week after week, month after month, and was back to my usual running self relatively quickly.

Feeling better = running farther

Feeling better = running farther

The same should go for being sick, but we runners are an unforgiving people of ourselves. I am trying to be more Jedi-like and learn from 1. my mistakes & 2. the Obi-wans.

So I only ran 3 miles today.

I am still snotty and only a week from when I was experiencing symptoms. I’m not 100% yet but I felt pretty antsy so I went for a run.

Yes, it was on the treadmill. Avert your eyes, outdoor running purists.

Yes, it was on the treadmill. Avert your eyes, outdoor running purists.

Speaking of snotty, the weather in NYC today was misty and cold so I kept my run indoors. And even though 3 miles felt good and I could have done more, I want to also feel energetic tomorrow so I met my 3 mile goal and stopped.

Surgery or the flu, you gotta respect the rest.

You miss exactly no days of training when you’re sick. Training while sick actually makes your recovery take longer. You bank more days by staying home, taking care of yourself, and getting better faster than pushing your body to do what it can’t handle.

How do you know you’re ready to get going again?

  1. You have energy throughout your day.
  2. Walking with your backpack doesn’t make you winded.
  3. You do a short EASY trial run (2-3 miles) and feel good both during and after.

If you meet this criteria, welcome back! We missed you. If you don’t, go home and crawl under the covers til your yuckyness goes away. We will send soup.

This first week of school is brought to you by DayQuil.

This first week of school is brought to you by DayQuil.

Tell me: How do you know you’re ready to run again? 

Now go out and run!

Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: Naysayers

Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: A day when we share why it’s better to be here, not matter what kinda crap we got going on, than to not be here. A day to reflect on the fact that life is awesome and I, for one, am glad to to be here.

Naysayer: nay·say·er (\ˈnā-ˌsā-ər, -ˌser\) one who denies, refuses, opposes, or is skeptical or cynical about something.

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Five or six years ago I was with extended family, sharing my new goal of going back to school to become a physical therapist. I had a long road ahead of me, pre-reqs and GREs and hoops to jump through and all, but I was excited to finally find what I wanted to be when I grow up!

And this one Naysayer just kept shooting me down.

“It’s a really competitive field.”

“Those classes are really hard to get through as an adult.”

“So-and-so didn’t get into this-other-medical-school, you probably won’t get into NYU.”

All from the same person. The same Naysayer. It got me so down about my choice. In fact, this was what I’d been telling myself for years. It’s too hard. You’re not smart enough. There’s no way they’d want you. Finally I’d got the guts to say it out loud and here was a Naysayer trying to put me down before I even go going.

photo-9JB, the Obi-wans, and my closest friends didn’t let me give up on my dream. And here I am. At NYU. Kicking butts. Taking names.

There was another Naysayer who (still) cannot believe I’m not working as a personal trainer for the money and, instead, putting money into my education. I can’t. I just CAN’T even begin to tell you how frustrating THAT conversation is for me.

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Naysayers can get you down. They get me down sometimes, too. But they can also be fuel for your Fire of Awesomeness. Naysayers are often people who are not living the life they want to live. (These Naysayers certainly weren’t/aren’t) and they just loooooove dragging others down to their unhappy level.

You know what, thank you, Naysayers. You have given me the opportunity (more than once!) to say, “TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!!!”

If that’s not a reason it’s better to be here than not, I don’t know what is. Happy BTAT, friends. Haters gonna hate, you keep on rocking.

Now go out and run!

BRB

BRB = Be Right Back.

Posts will be rather sporadic for the next 10 days while I contend with finals. Send caffeine and cupcakes!

Me. Now. Til December 21st.

Me. Now. Til December 21st.

Oh, and I was quoted in Runner’s World Magazine this month. Pick up a copy and check me out!

Super-pumped about being quoted in RW!

Super-pumped about being quoted in RW!

Don’t worry, Obi-wans, I am sending you a copy this week! Did you really think l wouldn’t be buying multiple copies of my first Runner’s World Magazine published quote and send them out to my parents so they can brag to their neighbors? Helllllooooo!

Now let’s see if I can get quoted about something running related!

2013 goal!

BRB. Gotta memorize a bunch of…stuff.

Now go out and run!

 

Better Than the Alternative Tuesdays: New {Old} Milestones

Are you sick of me talking about my post-surgery life/changes/milestones yet? No? Good.

And happy Better Than the Alternative Tuesday to you!

I was chatting with a friend last night and when she asked me how I’m feeling these days, I immediately went to how my runs are going. What can I say, I’m happy to be back! Anyway, I was telling her how hard it is to run just 3 miles when a little over a two months ago I was knocking out 8 or 10 like it was nothing.

*sigh*

I don’t get down on myself about this. Trust me, I celebrate running 3 miles as though I had just run 26.2.

You might think I’m kidding about the dancing part. I am not.

What my friend and I chatted about was how NEW it felt to run/workout again. It’s like my body has never done it before, except it has. FOR 22 YEARS!!!! I don’t even remember my first run being as hard on my poor hamstrings as any of these last week’s runs have been.

The last time I remember feeling like death on a run was my first practice as a freshman on my high school’s cross country team. I went from running 2 mile races to doing 5Ks. That may not seem like a big leap to you, but the warmup was 1 1/2 miles.

In August.

In Chicago.

In cotton.

*shudder*

It was torture. I was the last one in on the entire team and the coach turned to one of the captains and said, “What do you think of the newbie?” Thankfully, he said, “She’ll do fine.” So I stayed. Imagine if he said something different.

My face probably would’ve looked something like this. I make the same face for disappointing Christmas present wrapping as I do for when I don’t make the cut on the cross country team. 

I remember my first race with that team. It was my first 5K. 3.1 miles, which was “long distance” running to me. I was so proud of myself for training, for finishing, even if I didn’t place. It was such a milestone for me. On Sunday I ran 3.1 miles for the first time post-surgery and hit a New {Old} Milestone and felt that same feeling of accomplishment.

Yesterday I blasted through another New {Old} Milestone and finished my first Flywheel class post-surgery. It was HARD. Harder than the original first one I took. But I was so pumped to have been there, working hard with my favorite teacher, that my numbers didn’t matter. Just being in the classroom and sweating like an animal put a smile on my face.

Pretty sure I wasn’t this smiley after yesterday’s class. More like, half-smile *gasp* “No pictures, please.”

I have celebrated a lot of New {Old} Milestones since surgery. Walking. Showering. Washing my own hair. Walking by myself. Dressing myself. Making my own food. Walking as fast as my fellow New Yorkers (I definitely called the Obi-wans when this one happened!). Running. Spinning. Staying awake all day without a nap.

(Ok, that last one is more out of necessity. I kinda miss my mid-day naps.)

I do soooooo love a nap.

Some of these may seem silly to you, but I remember doing many of them for the first time. And now I remember hitting these New {Old} Milestones a second time, which is even sweeter.

New {Old} Milestones make me feel like I’m making progress. Actual, tangible progress. Every time I hit–and blast through!–one, I feel more and more like myself. Surgery can take away that feeling of self. So can injury. Or any other life change. Meeting these New {Old} Milestones reminds me that it’s just a matter of time and patience before I feel like me again. 100% me.

And that feeling makes being here any day so much Better Than the Alternative.

Have you ever hit a New {Old} Milestone due to a change in your life? How did it feel? Did you do a dance like I did? Share your story in the comments 🙂 Also, did anyone run this morning? It’s 57° in NYC!!!!  

Now go out and run!