Update 11/11/11 Journal Found!

The Missing Journal Found in Storage at Mom's House

Writing as a Practice

froggy pajamas, compression sock, iced ankle, and last night’s quinoa left on Sophie’s chair

At this very moment, I am sitting in my froggy pajamas, with a compression sock on my left foot, which is elevated on a chair, wrapped in a Ziploc bag filled with ice. I had just gone upstairs to locate a journal I had written while taking a class at UC Berkeley in my late 20’s.  The class was called Writing as a Practice. The purpose of the class was to pick an activity that I did 4-5 times a week and write immediately afterward. I chose running. Kind of like blogging, pre-blog Universe.

As I rummaged through the drawers in my closet, where my journals are hidden, I racked my brain about where it could be. I move my journals around often; truth be told, there’s some scary stuff in there. Moving them makes me feel like they are safer, though really, no one is looking.

The Berkeley journal wasn’t in my drawers. Maybe it was on that really hight shelf, in that box with all my old photos? Instead of going to find a chair to safely climb up, I stepped on the lowest built-in with my right foot, stretched up to grab the highest hang rack with my left hand, and reached for the box with my right hand. At that very moment, Sophie, recovering from a really horrible yesterday (ear infection, fever, the works), ran into my closet crying that I can’t run today! Some days I have to peel her off of me to get out of the house. In my haste to get the box, and my frustration of having Sophie completely under foot (I also didn’t want the box to fall on her), I slipped and landed squarely on my left ankle. CRACK!

I laid on the floor for Brian to come help. Tears streaming down my face, I yelled for Sophie to, “Go get Daddy!” She didn’t. She wanted her, “Hoppa Woobie” and was crying herself.

Ok. Regroup. I’m mad as hell, but what can I do? The smart thing is to rest the ankle. It’s throbbing up my thigh. Forget the running today. Hopefully if I give it a day or two, I can still do my long run on Sunday? Adjust the schedule again. One step forward, two giant steps crippled steps back!

Rest Day Tuesday

Today is a rest day and rest days are hard for me. I feel strong, so I want to run! I know, though, that in order to ensure I’ll get through marathon day without injuries (or at least as few as this old bod can manage), I’ve got to follow the rules. As I mentioned in my first post, I’m following the Hal Higdon Novice 1 training plan. The plan starts with lower weekly mileage than I’ve been running, so I began at week 8. I spoke to my endocrinologist about this and he agreed that I should start where I actually am, and not go backward. My long runs, before making the final decision to run a marathon, were about 9-10 miles. I’ll probably run 10 one week and then bounce down to 6-7 and work my way back up until I actually hit Novice 1 week 8.

In addition to HalHigdon.com, I like the mileage build up plan on marathontraining.com. I started in the middle of the build up plan too, but I’m not sure if i’ll be able to keep up with the actual marathon training plan. It’s really long mileage, much longer than the Novice 1.

I’ve looked at lots of other plans, including Runner’s World and Jeff Galloway, but the two I’m sticking with at the moment seem to be working.

A good friend of mine told me to find a group to run with. Unfortunately, the Jeff Galloway group is winding down it’s season. The other groups in Raleigh have runs that won’t work with my lovely schedule. A few mom’s at the girls’ pre-school have offered to run with me, but I know for a fact that they are MUCH faster than me. It is possible to run with them, during the week, but, I’m such a chicken. I don’t want to hold them back or to push myself too hard.  No, at this point I’m going to go it alone. I won’t lie though, it would be nice to share the experience with some like minded mama’s!