The Adventures of Now

exploring the mix of fun, fitness & health…as a diabetic


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Color Me Fun

I love color.

Proof here, here and here .

Sparkles also make me happy.

I don’t like zombies or barbed wire & fire.

Wine & Krispey Kreme wouldn’t really work out for me and I’ll skip the hot dog… though I may take you up on the hot chocolate.

[21 themed races from Greatist.com]

But color!

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When I first learned of the Color Run it was advertising the Boston location, NYC was yet to be announced. I forwarded it on to the Boston crew trying to get the gang on board. They must have been sick of my talk about running (though still supportive!) because no response. guyssss. I can do a 1/2 marathon alone but this one I wanted friends. Still no response and the race sold out. F

. Then NYC was announced – score! Only I was scheduled to be out of town that weekend ….. major bummer. Then that plan started to fall through and the possibility of the color run became real. It was nearing sign up date and I would have to make a quick decision …. and once again gather a gang. This time I reached out to everyone: my friends that run, my friends that kind of run, my friends what would choose anything but a run, former co-workers who I’ve seen become more active …anyone and everyone. I stressed that it was a fun run (nothing to do with crazy marathon training). Quickest turn around ever. Is that what stock brokers feel like? I warned everyone that it would be sold out within 24 hours. We got a team – a mixtures of friends and friends of friends – the perfect kind. Even better, I learned some friends were signed up with other teams … I didn’t care who they were with I just wanted everyone to come!

I planned to run it. Not as a race but a run none the less. It was Sunday and would be a flex day of 5 miles anyways so I would knock out 3 recovery ones instead of with the usual UGS / Ahthleta group. And then that silly little potential stress fracture happened. Running was out. 100%. Since my shin doesn’t feel aggressive, it just wont go away, I decide that walking …and taking it very very easy would be fine. Some people might vote otherwise. I didn’t want to miss the party! I promised myself after the walk I would really lay off the leg to get healed so I could get back out there. Plus I didn’t officially have my diagnosis / MRI results back so that made it ok right?

Ok ok, I promised I paid attention to what my body said.

Luckily (or not) one of my friend is also coming off an injury and needed to take it super slow. We agreed the only way it was happening is if we walked – we used to walk all around Italy during our semester abroad together so we need we’d be good walking buddies! I ended up not falling asleep until after midnight Satuday (nothing to do with partying ….not liking this new trend…) and it was rough waking up. In fact I didn’t actually wake up until we hit the start line.

I had my iced coffee and toast with peanut butter as usual but didn’t cut back on insulin – I’d have my spibelt with gummies just in case but knew we’d be taking it easy. Some friends that leave a block down & I split a car service – best.idea.ever. since it was in who-knows-where Brooklyn and required buses and subway. We hung out for a bit at the tents checking out sponsors, catching up and waking up. We started to make our way to the start, loosing a few in the process but getting amped up. It worked. I really really wanted to run. Instead we danced. As we got closer to the start I knew we would be trampled in the take off and tried to stick to the right side. As we crossed over in a jog I was reminded that running was not a good idea and made it two feet before walking. And from there the people watching kicked it up. It was at an old airstrip (i think?) and was a spacious course. I can get super excited about these events when telling someone about it but when it comes to the actual event I’m not very outgoing – in fact straight up awkward. So no crazy color grabbing antics from me. Though I was kind of jealous of all the bright knee socks and tutus. Even saw a couple of wedding dresses. I left my compression socks at home to avoid them becoming tie -dyed and opted for KT Tape in neon pink instead.

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By this point my phone went in a baggie for protection and pictures got a little blurry. 

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There were people doing snow angles in the powder. I can get excited when talking up the event but when it comes to game time spirit I’m less than outgoing …. in fact often straight up awkward. I think running throw the color stations would have been a little bit more exciting but we still had fun and got plenty of color.

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You were suppose to save your packet of color (the stress fracture squad all had blue) for a group toss but we didn’t last much longer than the finish line.  We met up with the rest of the crew before splitting up to head home. UES’ers took a car back again ….. I may have left  some blue behind…..

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Your turn:

Have you ever done a themed run? 

Ever done the Color Run? 

Favorite race?

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Pity Party ends….time to get colored!!

I had my appointment with my orthopedic doctor on Monday.

I had my MRI on Friday.

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Between Monday – Friday there was no running. There was no cardio. Heck, there wasn’t even strength training, not enough foam rolling and only two yoga classes.

The first by doctors orders, the second by judgement call and the rest ….. well I was feeling lost & sorry for myself 

It was a gradual build and by Friday I threw myself the ultimate pity party while my MRI appointment turned into a 3 hour process.

Requested to be there by 2pm, scheduled for 2:30, not seen until 4:20, out by 5:30. I was not impressed.

I’m a patient person – especially when it comes to customer service. I know that the fact that it was a Friday afternoon/end of day, a hospital and had numerous phone calls to set up the appointment, that it all should have pointed to a major delay.

But I was tired. And cranky.  I hadn’t slept well the night before (something about my mind working itself up over the thought of not running and losing endurance or a never-ending injury … or both) and by the afternoon I needed a nap. Poor me, had to sit and wait. By 3:15 I finally asked when I might be seen – something I never do. For some reason this required the manager to come out to update me – 25 minutes. This gave me a set time to get up and move and get something to drink, ok I could handle it. I got back in 23 minutes …… to find my self sitting and waiting (there weren’t many other patients and all were going in & out before me) until it was 4:15 and near tears (of exhaustion and crankiness….like a 4-year-old) I inquired once again. Which brought back the manager. Meanwhile I had been all updated on the administrative staff’s weekend plans  – one was house sitting her sister’s apartment and planning to make a night in the city out of it.

Finally Mr. Manager brought me in. I had developed a nice headache during my quick break but declined my mom’s suggestion of Tylenol when I whined …..I forgot that MRIs are loud.  And confining….can’t imagine needing something done above the waist! And cold!! I didn’t have to worry about my legs itching because they were too cold to feel.

So I practiced yoga breathing, tried to avoid the what-if game regarding marathon training and dosed off. I was less than pleased when Mr. Manager came in to tell me that the machine went off-line and it would be another 13 minutes (I promise from now on I will try really really hard not to say “1 second” “1 minute” when it clearly wont be ! I’ll stick with the elusive “just a moment”).

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This all led to capping of the week-long pity party with finishing of a jar of TJ’s Cookie Butter for dinner (yes, I said last time never again ….. #fail! Not even 36 hours…)  and watching Saved by the Bell on Netflix.

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Oh Zach.

It felt weird not to be prepping for a long run on Saturday.  I was sad that I wouldn’t be out there catching up with Jackie and seeing if moving my lantus before my run would help my bloodsugars.

Slowly transitioning out of pity week, I looked forward to catching up with friends on Saturday and the Color Run (walk) on Sunday …. still managed to get my early morning group run event in …sort of.

One of the SBTB episodes was where Lisa wins the dance contest with a sprained ankle ….. I told one of my friends that we’d be doing “The Sprain” down the Color Run course.

Recaps to come of Summer Saturday firsts  and  Getting Colored! 

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Your turn:

Have you had to skip a run recently? 

What do you indulge in during a pity party ? 

Watch any old TV shows on Netflix lately? 

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Running paused but fundraising help still needed!!

 

Until the MRI on Friday there’s a pause button on my running schedule.

I don’t want to talk about it. 

Especially with a track workout out (remember how much fun) , a first time 16 miler & a fun Color Run on the agenda for this week.

But while I want to burst in to tears when I see a runner or the thought of  the words “4-6 weeks rest”  I’m going to try to remember the bigger picture….why I’m doing this .

 So while I start to prepare a plan B action of how to  strengthen for the marathon , I’m going to continue to spread my motto of finding the fun & confidence in health.

Would you please consider donating to  my fundraising efforts to not only support me (which is deeply felt) but the thousands of children it positively impacts?? 

For the price of a coffee (and that’s good stuff) you can show your support for finding happiness in health.



THANK YOU!!!!

 


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Shins cut it short

Oh shin splints. You silly little injury. You’ve always been nagging but now your threatening my training plan.

On Monday I had 6 miles on the schedule – increasing from 5 for the SloFasy run. After last weeks extra rest days, a full weekend and already having my legs hate me, I was a little nervous.

I was still out in Southampton and planned to do some loops around the neighborhood and was tossing around the idea of taking it to the sand at the bay beach nearby.

Shins weren’t having this run from the start. I made it through three rough miles and then decided the rest would be on the pebbly sand – walking. That only happened for a mile.

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I finally broke down on the beach, feeling the weight of trying to hold all the variables together but not having it figured out. I needed that cry – full on sob. I’ve been trying very very hard to keep deep thinking negativity away and not get worked up on what’s not working, how slow I’m going or the feeling that my head my explode from calculations.

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It won’t be my last cry, I know this isn’t easy for a lot of people and it’s definitely not easy for me. It’s holding the diabetes, the injuries and the novice runner factors all together. There is not a doubt in my mind that I’ll finish – I have the willpower and determination. I’m just trying to figure out how to make this the most enjoyable & strongest experience possible.

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14 Long, tough, slow miles

Last Saturday hit 14 miles, wrapping up the 11th week of training it hit the half way mark & provided as a turning point…and a reminder to check in on fueling and injuries…

 

Given that I skipped my runs during the week due to the shin splints, I wasn’t too sure how the long run was going to go. I was hoping that it would be like last weekend and my legs needed to just warm up.

My second concern was the new battle of needing fuel but bloodsugars saying no. I had HoneyStingers instead of chomps (more per serving = being able to mix up carb amounts more) and did 1/2 serving of Cytomax split between two bottles in my fuel belt (5 carbs each).

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I was excited for this run because it was taking us across Queensborough bridge and around Roosevelt Island – something I always wanted to explore when I lived down in the 60s.

I knew Jackie wouldn’t be there this weekend but figured I would be able to stick around the beginners group that I’m usually with. I caught up with Erica before we started but I knew that even with her taking it easy I wouldn’t keep up …especially if I was taking it easy for my shins.

Already overly thirsty before our warm up and having chugged some Nuun on the bus down I hopped into the bathroom line after our jog which lead to missing the pre-stretching. When I returned to the group I followed the coaches directions to where everyone was ……only to quickly realize that it was either the advance or intermediate group …. none of the usuals. I quickly asked another coach where the beginners group was and ran down the block (essentially making a circle). Flashback to that fear of being left behind by the team when the bus stopped.

And we were off!

Garmin was being stupid and wouldn’t catch a satellite ….didn’t help that I didn’t reset it until we were already moving. After playing with it for the first half of the bridge I figured I would just start it from the bottom.

I didn’t feel awesome from the start but got into a discussion over compression sleeves/socks with some girls and Erica for the better part. As soon as we hit Queensborough Bridge Park I started to drop back (uh from 10:25 to 12:03?).

When we got over to Roosevelt Island they had a Gatorade stop set up (thank you TFKer Michael Ann!!) so I did a blood test check in – 233 …. no fuel for me! So I tried to ignore the 2 bottles of Cytomax and just drank the water. When we passed it again at about 6.5 I did another bloodtest – 155 ….still no fuel but then I started mixing in the Cytomax, spreading out the 11 carbs. I was hurting after this. I needed fuel but not going to happen. I was drinking water but not an insane amount and was feeling a mixture of thirst and water logged. At around mile 7 I thought I might actually throw up. It had nothing to do with bloodsugars. It was having nothing to go with the liquid. Around this time one of our coaches feel in step with us ( I was a few feet behind two others) and we started chatting fuel. He’s an ultramarathoner who usually runs with the advance group so I haven’t really ran with him since the open house fun run. He seemed to have a more natural approach to fueling and agreed with the less but more often / steady approach. When we reached the Gatorade stop for the final time I did another check in – 110 – finally! I could pop some chews. I took 6, I probably could have gotten away with 4 but I thought about how there was 5 miles left. At this point I got dizzy. Luckily we were waiting for more water and the gang to regroup (though I was one of the last to come in) so I was able to double over and catch my breath. It was not an awesome feeling.

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Then we headed back across Roosevelt Island Bridge … by the time I hit the road again I was dragging! On Roosevelt Island I would catch up with some of the group along the water stops but this time they were far ahead. I caught up to two of the guys during the stop lights but on the way back over Queensborough bridge they were just in eye sight. I played music but barely paid attention. I did try to pay attention to my form, ignored the fact that there was no more water until the end and tried to just push forward. I finally made it to the end. I had completely given up any care about my pace or the fact that I was one of the last few. Did those facts suck ? Of course – but if I gave even a second to those thoughts it would have killed any remaining energy I had.

So while the legs weren’t it the best of shape it was more about the fueling that made it rough. It definitely helped to be in a totally new area

 

The splits don’t quite break it down but it’s approx 14 miles.

 


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Stupid shin splints

They’re baaaaack.

Stupid shin splints.

What up shins : 

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While there’s some hot spots along the area for Anterior Stress Syndrome that reminds me of my high school sports days, the bigger issue is MTSS. Basically if anyone were to touch where the arrow points, I couldn’t be held accountable for my actions. At a standstill it’s tender with occasional light throbbing. On impact I can feel it jarring and travel more towards my Tibia (do I get my PHD now?). This is the same pin point spot that I thought might be on the verge of stress fracture back  in the spring.

 Interesting fact I just learned : shin splint pain is usually vertical where stress fracture pain is usually horizontal. Noted.  

So what’s the cause? Well here’s the perfect formula for nagging shin splints, no surprises here:

  • Running on the road
  • Hills
  • Picking up the pace
  • Not wearing compression sleeves
  • Not doing calf stretches aside from downward dog
  • Icing less
  • Not giving enough recovery time during last little phase.

In the past few weeks I’ve been running less around the reservoir (soft surface) and more on the road, whether it’s the central park loop (hello Harlem hills), east river or the side walk itself (worst offender). That alone means I should have been prepping my calves.

While I’m still figuring out pacing and have some seriously slow moments, I’ve also been picking up the pace on some miles. Another major contributor to beating up my calves & shins. Should have seen it coming.

Then add in hills? Yep, that’ll do it.

I only did 2 or 3 runs with out compression sleeves and had no major issues but against the other factors add support would have been helpful. This problem should be avoidable now. I found my second pair of sleeves (under my bed of course) which are the newer and therefore tighter. I also just got a pair of Pro Compression socks for recovery.

Stretching. Sigh. This may be one of the biggest reasons I should not run alone. So I don’t cop-out on stretching. I’m better than I use to be but I’m some one who needs to put some serious effort into stretching….in addition to yoga…right after my run. The key is to do it before I get back to my apartment. In Central Park, at the gym, hell on the sidewalk (like I don’t already).

Ice. I actually have been icing my left shin the most. But I need to do it more. And all those little ice cups taking over my freezer door? They’re ready for some ice massage. Nightly.

Ice door – check.  Prepping ice cups – check.  Ice pack (from a lunchbox), compression sleeves & sweatpants – check. 

Recovery. So shin splints are what kicked off the injury avalanche during my half marathon training. I ignored them. Then I thought I had a stress fracture. That was fun. I’m still not entirely convinced there wasn’t one to some degree. Meaning that I cut “recovery” pretty close. Part of me feels guilty & weak for cutting back lately,  by now I’ve officially skipped 2 runs and 1 option one, especially as I was just starting to pick it up. But knowing what ignoring the pain does, I’m trying to remember the long-term goal here. I’m going to take it day by day. If a run can happen – great, my mind will be even more in the game (once you can’t have something…). If cardio cross-training needs to happen then ok. Maybe I’ll get serious on the bike. If neither of those are making me happy between my ankles and my knees then more yoga it is. There will also be some serious sticking and foam rolling.

Stupid shin splints.  

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Have you ever battled with shin splints?

Any annoying re-occurring injuries?

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Return of Summer Streets

 

I have to be on a bus to Southampton at 9:30am tomorrow.

That means tomorrow’s TFK Long Run in the Bronx isn’t going to work. When I first realized I wasn’t going to be able to do my 13 miles with the team and  my running buddy Jackie I wanted to cry. No, really. Everyone has been talking about how great of a route it is and plus I’m going to miss the olympic viewing party after. Even more,  Jackie will be out-of-town for the next two weeks – which means 3 weeks we’re on own, just when we decided we’re in this for the long haul together.  I had been trying to figure out various options of what time I needed to be out there, what options were available and how far Van Cortlandt Park really is, and I had to finally conclude that it wasn’t happening. 13 miles on my own. I had deja vu of my first half marathon and the same exact lack of enthusiasm. I scrambled for plan B.  Hamptons Marathon does group runs with Gubbins  on Sunday … I could just move it a day. In fact I recommended it to a fellow TFK’er, Erica, when she said she was going out this weekend. But it’s in East Hampton and I don’t necessarily have access to a car.  I could run it with Erica, but she’s slightly faster than me and also in EH. And then in the middle of downward dog and sun salutations I remembered! Summer Streets start this week!  Gone was the zen breathing (ok it was never there) and with each move into a pose I was calculated how to make this work.

When I got home I looked up the course – 7 miles  of Park Avenue closed off.  Out and back will get me my 13+ …..perfect!

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Summer streets is where I  really pushed myself in running last year. It’s where I broke PRs (how far I’ve come!) . It’s where I battled the heat and focused on hydration and fueling. It’s where I learned about running on empty …fuel and insulin ….and how that doesn’t work. It’s where I got caught up in the excitement of other runners.

By taking it to summer streets  I wouldn’t really  be running alone, and there’s excitement in the air and water stops along the way. That was instantly settled. But now about time.  13 miles.  Right now that’s looking to take me 2h30m – 2h45m. While I plan to sleep and “recover” on the bus  (wishful thinking of  there being room to stretch my legs …so not going to happen) I want to leave enough time to shower, ice and stretch.  Goal is to be back at my apartment by 8:30. That’s not really a goal but more of deadline. Ok so working backwards….that has me heading out  at 5am. Blech. Having gone back to a night owl routine that’s rough, but I’d be beating the sun to head up to the Bronx anyways so not much difference.

Now, summer streets doesn’t really start until 7am. And a good handful of blocks below me.  Last year I was  closer to the start and usually didn’t go out until 10-11.  So technically I might  be on my own for at least half  of the run but  all the activities and people will be up and going to push me through the end.   If I was staying in the city I would totally stop at 40th st rest stop for massage therapy & yoga! (Does someone want to bring myself down and meet me at the 39th street Jitney stop instead?  I’ll just be there getting a massage while waiting for the bus. You do? Awesome, you’re the best, thanks!) 

My shins aren’t too happy with me for skipping the compression sleeves lately and all of the hill / street work so I’m a little nervous  about a long run on the concrete. I’ve been heating my calves, icing my shins and have grand plans of some serious sticking & foam rolling this evening. Perhaps to episode 2 of Saved by the Bell which I recently discovered on Netflix.

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If you’re in NYC have you ran Summer Streets? Are you going tomorrow??

Any suggestions for Netflix entertainment while massaging the heck out of my muscles ? 

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