XXXI: Week’s Worth


Officially I became an employee of the school district on 11/11/2014. Unofficially I’ve been rocking in the same building for well over two months now. However, today marked the end of the first full week in the position that I’m currently residing in.

The result?

What on earth have I been missing out on? Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Tapped Out


It’s 7:00 PM.
I’m in bed.
It’s 7:00 PM.
Why am I in bed?

Equal parts:
-Headache (first time in months)
-Exhaustion (…just wiped out…)
-Experiment (training session switch up to the AM)

I’m not sick, I’m not getting sick, I’m just extremely worn out. I blame myself for getting the maximum of six hours of sleep per night this week. Obviously this can set the stage for this problem.

Not upset. Not cranky. Just completely wiped out, and because of how far behind I am in training I’m going to see if I can double up over Friday and Saturday sessions.

Here’s to motivation…and 4:00 AM…

-D-

XXXI: Wagon Falling


I’ve officially have fallen off the wagon.

I’m frustrated and tired while I write this tonight. I was supposed to go to the gym tonight. I did not. I was supposed to go to the gym last night. I did not. I’m supposed to have set goals over periods of time that I’m dedicate to. I do not. I’m struggling so much with mustering up the energy, motivation, and dedication to keep working on my body even though I can’t run.

I see through Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and beyond all of the different runners the lives they live. Shoe contracts, random races, traveling, training, running, and pushing their bodies to the limit. Frankly, I’m struggling because I’m envious of them.

There, I said it. I’m dealing with jealousy because they’re living a life that I crave. I’m angered because I’m not living a life like that and I have no one to blame but myself and my lack of self-discipline. I have no problem admitting that I’ve fallen so, so short of my objectives, goals, and desires. Truth be told, I don’t want to just run races to run races. I want to win. I want to run crazy fast times. I want to push my body to its limits. Sure, this winter is already proving to be a great time for me to recover and recoup this annoying Achilles injury, but I still should be moving, lifting, eating right, refraining from eating wrong, chugging water, and avoiding bad foods.

Personally, I’m convinced that this doesn’t really matter to anyone else (if you’re anyone else I apologize that you’re reading this), and that is the beauty of running your own blog.

Sure, I could plot, plan, and attempt to execute some ‘master plan’ for ensuring success. However, the likelihood is that I’m going to fall, stumble, and trip. Additionally, I’m doing this on my own. There is no coach, no support, and honestly no words of motivation throughout the days. I’m learning that it’s hard to continue to motivate yourself without any audience. Perhaps my vantage point is incorrect, and I need to be reminded of why I’m supposed to do what I do, instead of focusing on who I’m doing it for.

I guess in the end I’ve just lost focus, lost my way, and need a bit of redirection.

Here’s to a new day tomorrow, and a new goal in the future.

-D-

XXXI: Placed On IR


There is one part of my body that I can’t stand having ‘medical’ issues with, that’s my mouth. Dentist, orthodontist, etc…if it involves numbing shots, gas, and surgical saws I’m beyond not game for any of that adventure.

The second part of my body would be anything to derails me from being able to run. Dating back to April of this year I’ve been battling a longing, nasty, chronic Achilles injury. It’s annoying and it’s keeping me from being able to give it my all. I’ve iced it, I’ve taped it, and all sorts of other remedies, but sadly the pain isn’t getting any better (thankfully it isn’t getting any worse). Today I was able to visit with my orthopedic surgeon (the closest thing I’ve had to a family doctor in my lifetime), and he examined my Achilles.

Pretty straight forward, no rupture, but he did diagnose it as Achilles Tendonitis. It is one of the most common injuries in runners, especially in those pile up the mileage too quickly. This was the exact case in April when I busted out a 10K run way too early. So, now I’m paying the price…and it’s a rather nasty one at that.

No running.
No inclines.
No jogging.
No squats.
No calf raises.
No leg presses.
No Turkey Trot.

As Dr. Smith put it, “you are now on the IR list” for at least until Christmas. He wants me to back way off on the use of my left foot (he threatened with a boot), and give it time to fully recover. If I don’t I run a serious risk of a full rupture that results in surgery. So, for now I’m stuck in the gym for the next six weeks enjoying some core work, upper body, and plenty of elliptical time. It isn’t ideal by any means, but if there was a time during the year that I’d enjoy having this happen, it’d definitely be in the depths of a dead winter.

Here’s praying that some desired time off my feet will result in better results heading into 2015.

-D-

XXXI: Recent Recap


Still trying to wake up…
Nasty stomach ache from eating fried squid kept me up this morning. Seems to be the theme of the week. Rarely have I awoken during the night, it’s been a tiring week. Since we’ve been swamped with things this week, I thought I’d drop a brief recap.
Life is pretty fun. Darco loves her new job, and I’m excited to actually, finally be a part of a school building. We’re commuting every day. She has the midweek off, and I have Saturday & Sunday off.
We’ve made financial sheets to assist the household, started making more meals from home, and are trying to be more physically active.
Bible study on Thursday is a nice, fresh breather in the week, and we continue to crave that interaction. Darco is teaching a Sunday School class on Sunday’s, and I’m working on a new project (for fun). Routine Monday through Friday is about our only chance for survival, that’s only half humorous.
Slowly, but surely, we’re getting bills caught up. Objective is to be 100% in the black by the time we move next May.
Our friends at the Boston Breakers (professional women’s soccer) are back at it, and after a year away from the insanity, Darco and I are pumped about supporting the Breakers from the Midwest.
I’m still trying to find time to run, and not break myself. I finally scheduled an appointment with an orthopedic sports doctor due to the ongoing issues with my Achilles (from April). It’s very discouraging as I would love to be able run without that nagging injury. Perhaps this winter will be a perfect time to rehab and recover. My big goal is to compete (and win) a mile race on July 4, 2015 in Flagstaff, Arizona. We’ll see how well that pans out.
Life is busy and life is good. I feel like I’m an official adult, and Darco and I are an official young couple. I suppose in a lot of ways I wouldn’t want it any other way, and it’s nice to wake up knowing you’re following God’s desired path.
-D-

XXXI: Progression


Even without the ability to run, I’ve still been keeping my time in the gym. Slowly but surely some definition to my physical existence is beginning to take place…

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I've given up on "definition" ever actually reaching my arms...

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Finally, after 10 years, have started weight training for my legs.

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Including my old friend, the leg press...

I just pray that when I’m finally 100% again my times will reflect it.

-D-

#getyourpraiseon


It’s taken some time to muster up the courage, but I finally put in a phone call a few days ago to a office I hadn’t seen in a very long time. My orthopedic doctor.

On three separate periods in my lifetime I’ve seen the same individual; middle school for a torn up knee, high school for a dislocated shoulder, and college for some strained abductor muscle in my hip (from football, basketball, and running…in that order). Frankly, he’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a ‘family doctor’ because he’s seen me more in my life than any normal family doctor has.

I made the phone call on Thursday, heading home from work, to schedule an appointment to get in to see him. I’ve been off the track/road/trail for nearly three weeks now due to the fact that my Achilles still isn’t recovering. It isn’t getting worse, but it’s definitely not completely healing and now I’m to the point that I recognize that I need a professional to look at what I’ve done (this stems from an injury back in April of this year) Sure, I’d love to hear some good news, but I fear I’m going to hear something alng the line of, “You’re off for at least six weeks…” which would knock out any Thanksgiving “Turkey Trot” runs and would release me to run in the absolute dead of winter, and around here that is not a positive reality.

Oh well…as long as I don’t have to hear the word ‘surgery’ I’ll be completely fine.

-D-