A Reality Smack Up Side The Head and A Game Changer

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So by now you guys know I’ve been in the middle of a major pissing contest with these buttheads.

Bad! Bad knees!

Bad! Bad knees!

Actually, it’s more a little to the outside of the noses, but you get the idea.  This battle has been off and on for the past two years and brought my shot at a Disney PR back in January to a screeching halt.  Literally. Screeching, screaming, crying….you get where I’m going here?  Anywho, I thought I finally had a handle on it until last week when it got ugly again HERE.



However, after a couple of weeks of therapy – for the knees, not the head, which I’m actually starting to think really are connected – after switching up HOW I run – thank you Mr. Galloway and my new-found somewhat longer attention span – things are starting to look up.

Could it be? A giant can of TUNA FISH?!?

Could it be? YES!! A giant can of TUNA FISH?!?

As I was chugging my way CAREFULLY through an 8 miler this weekend, I suddenly got hit by lightning.  Not literally. More like a little hit.  Maybe more like a tap.  Can one get tapped by lightning?  (Sorry, Dug-Squirrel moment there).  In a brief moment of runner clarity, and after the accompanying smack upside the cranium, I made a sudden runner-life-altering decision.  In a flash, gone was the single-minded goal of a Disney PR at the Wine and Dine in three weeks.  In its place, in all it’s luminous glory, was THE NEW DECISION.  I’m no longer going for a Disney PR.  Instead, I am – wait for it – going to run it —— FOR FUN!!!!!  CAN YOU FREAKIN’ BELIEVE IT????!!!!! Neither can I!!!!!

And the best part – I decided to go the FUN route because I am finally getting the chance to run it WITH SOMEBODY.  Somebody, who runs like ME! (That would be the non-speedy type, BTW.)  Actually, TWO SOMEBODYS!! (Well, one non-speedy like me and one speedy.  But she loves cupcakes as much as I do, so she’s in).  After all the excitement when runDisney released the corral assignments last week, and finding that Accountabilibuddy Kellie was only one corral behind me, it was an easy decision to jump in with her.  And THEN, Nicole jumped in too!!!  Oh happy, happy runner moment!!!!


So the self-imposed runner pressure is off.  I’m still going to run the best Half that I can, but the priorities are now this:


2.  See exactly how many times we can sing the entire version of Let It Go from the start to the finish line.  And yes, Vegas is setting odds.

3.  Stop, drop, and #NardiChallenge with the Green Army Guy.

4.  Thank the Phoenicians as we fly by the Geosphere.  If you have to ask, I don’t know you.  And you should be ashamed of yourself.

5.  Did I mention? HAVE FUN!!!!! (And shooting for this look with my sister Accountabilibuddies far and wide at the after party. Plus cupcakes.)

Ladies? It's PARTY TIME.

Ladies? It’s PARTY TIME.

So with my new-found Wine and Dine outlook and attitude, I’m no longer going to freak if I’m not hitting the times I was previously shooting for in training.  I am a true believer in everything happening for a reason.  And I truly believe I was meant to slow down, (even if it DID mean by getting re-injured), tripping across the hilarious, where-the-hell-was-I-looking-for-humorous-outlooks-on-life before I fell into the blogs of Kellie, Nicole, Lisa/LindseyRae, and Jenn/Moon, and finding an alternative to painkillers and constant cursing in an effort to beat back the pain monster, (repeat after me, “lasers are your friend!”).

Sometimes the planets align just right, your dog kisses you with non-stinky breath, and your hubs brings you a cup of Moose Tracks just when you need it most.  And this is one of those moments.  Except the ice cream is vanilla and Calypso’s breath stinks like the fish she just ate.  It’s okay….I’ll take it.

Enjoy the ride.

What’s the last “aha” moment you had? Was it during a run?  Did you run into a tree or a swarm of  bees when it happened?  Did you even notice?

When Life Gets Crazy

Yup.  It was just one of those nights when, before I knew it, it was time to hit the hay.  And in a major #bloggerfail, I had no posts done.  So with a quick little bang of the keyboard, here’s a rundown as to why my life sometimes seems to get in the way of fun stuff.  Like blogging.  And sleeping.  And eating Moose Tracks.  Oh wait, I’m in a temporary holding pattern on junk food.  Girlfriend’s getting too much junk her trunk again…(heavy sigh)…

So my afternoon started with a visit to Janet, my torture master massage therapist.

"I must break you...."

“I must break you….”

Followed by a mind-numbing conversation with my chiropractor super hero about Obamacare, (like I have the intellectual ability to have a conversation about THAT), while getting zapped by his high-tech, super hero light sword.

It's all Tatooine gibberish to me.

It’s all Tatooine gibberish to me.

And moving on to a pool workout in water that’s starting to hit, shall we say, FREEZING, followed by my nightly love/hate quality time with my foam roller.


By the time I FINALLY made it home, I walked in the door to see THIS GUY waiting for me.  Doing the hula!

"In summmmeeeeerrrrrrrr!"

“In summerrrrrrrr!”

Which put me in the perfect mood to pack for THIS.

Just get me to the pierogies. Now.

Just get me to the pierogies.

So thanks to my absolute superior lack of time management skills, you get to be regaled with a photo journey through a typical Black Dog night.  Which ended up looking not much unlike THIS.

Zzzzzz. Zzzzzz. Zzzzzzz.

Zzzzzz. Zzzzzz. Zzzzzzz.


Enjoy the ride.

Ever find your day running away from you?  How do keep up?  Or do you?  What is your favorite booth at the Food and Wine Festival?

Did Your Run Suck?

Ironic, isn’t it?

After this disaster of a run on Sunday, I could easily answer with a resounding YES.  So I woke up today with a slightly better attitude, if not more achy, painful knees.

Oh.  It's YOU again...

If only my thighs were this thin….(heavy sigh)

So after work today, off to the chiropractor/massage therapist I go. And after a massage beatdown and spaceage/techno/here put these freaky glasses on while I zap you with this…

Laser Therapy

…I at least felt like I had done SOMETHING to beat back the beast.  Along with tracking my food, hitting up the pool for some laps, and ending my day with some ohsolovelythisisfreakingkillimgme foam rolling and yoga stretches – thank you Danielle! – my day ended in a much better place than where it started.  Which got me to thinking…why DO some of our runs have to suck?  Is it like some kind of unwritten runner rule that you have to have the crappy runs to better appreciate the kick dupa runs?  Perhaps, but I think it is not for us lowly humans to question the motivation of the runner gods.  But we can sure bitch about it.

So where does one go to research further info on all things runner god related?  My go to is Beth of Shut Up and Run,  queen of all things brutally honest about the sport – especially, ahem, digestive related.  (Don’t ask, just read.)  Imagine my delight when I discovered she had written a blurb on runhaven.com covering exactly why your run might have sucked.  As I went down the list, things began to make sense.  Here’s why:

1. Dehydrated: Not so much, but I suppose I can almost always do better.  God knows I suck down enough grape Propel to fill a swimming pool.  Daily.

2.  Stressed: Yep.  Even after being so excited to FINALLY see a day with lower temps and humidity, I spent the first 5 miles just trying to maintain a consistent pace, something I seem to have a lot of trouble doing.  With an average goal pace in mind, I kept having to speed up in order to meet that time.  As each mile ticked by, and I was unable to hit that goal pace, my stress level started to increase.  A LOT.

3.  Lack of sleep:  Oh yes, you could say that.  Excitement over the anticipation of “perfect” running weather – at least for south Florida – had me wide awake at 4am.  4AM.  On a WEEKEND.

4.  Overindulged: Not an issue this weekend.  Ask me again the day after Wine and Dine. #partylikearockstar

5.  Bad attitude:  Well, it certainly didn’t start out that way, but after the first few miles of struggling to find my pace and settle in, I started to get more and more aggravated.  Now, that’s not to say all this led to my meltdown, but I’m sure it didn’t help any.

I don’t really think any of these specifically had anything to do with the stabbing, life-sucking pain that hit me halfway through my run.  I think that’s more just having a messed up body.  But perhaps one of your latest sucky runs may have been directly caused by any/all of them.  One thing I CAN agree with – wholeheartedly – is whatever your attitude may be before or during your run, if it all goes to hell, keeping your anger/fear in check, and taking proactive steps to heal whatever may be ailing you, will make all the difference in the world.  And on the pavement.  Not to mention your level of marital bliss.  Oh the insanity those poor people put up with…..

pavement runner

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever let a bad run ruin your day?  What did you do to get yourself right again?  Did it result in injury to your head as you banged it against a wall?


Crazy Days

Since the time for creating this little literary piece of genius is extremely limited today, I’m going to blow through this like the tornado my brain looks like.  So hang on.  It might get scary.

My brain.  Constantly.

My brain. Constantly.

Wonder Mutt – I walked in the door yesterday to what sounded like a lion trying to hack up a hairball.  Apparently Lucy thought it would be nice to leave us with a parting gift – aka kennel cough.  Off to the vet we go this afternoon.  On the up side, Lucy did find her furever home and went home with her new humans last night. #Adoptionwin



Brooks Ghost 7s – Cranked out my first three miles in the new dogs last night and may I say they rock?  Okay, thanks.  They ROCK!  Of course mine look much better buried in Beecause Charms bling.  Just sayin’.

Like the wind.  Really.

Like the wind. Really. Blustery.

Running – I am happy to report that the pavement and I have been getting along pretty well lately.  I was actually able to crank out the aformentioned 3 miler with a training PR average mile of 9:12.  May sound like zombie pace to most of you, but for this turtle, it may as well have been Greased Lightning.

"...burning up the quarter mile..."

“…burning up the quarter mile…”

Laser therapy – Since I’m going no holds barred with trying to keep that nasty ITBS from making a reappearance, I’m trying something new.  Twice a week, I get beat up for a few minutes by a massage therapist (aka retired member of the WWF), followed by a few minutes of getting zapped by this thing.

The doctor's name is Jetson.  Honest.  I wouldn't kid you.  Okay, maybe.

The doctor’s name is Jetson. Honest. I wouldn’t kid you. Okay, maybe.

I even get to wear what looks like yellow cataract glasses while I’m getting zapped.  Fashion score to say the least.  I may even try to market them for the fashion conscious runner.  #not

So that’s my brain vomit for the day.  My apologies if it gave you motion sickness.  Just send me your PayPal information and I’ll send you a bottle of Pepto right away.  I’m helpful like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those weeks where it feels like you’re living in the middle of a Disney ride?  How do you keep from going completely insane?