Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Considering Things

I'm older now. 33. That's not very old. I'm really ok with my age.

Since my last post, I discovered my toe is not broken, just badly bruised. I let it rest for 48 hours, then ran again and did just fine.

The new shoes are also doing great. I wear them whenever I run on the road or for longer than a loop around the track. I still have my vivo trail shoes and I love them, but I'm careful to not run too far in them or on the road.

I'm a little behind on my marathon training. Oops! But I did run 15.7 miles last weekend. And I'll see how far I can go this weekend.

Weight loss has been a no go. I found my resting metabolic rate, I changed the way I was eating, and then I stopped tracking. I put 10 pounds back on and haven't gotten it back off. J and I have talked about it a bit, my sister and I talked about it, and this morning I just made up my mind. I have a bottle and a half of the amp'd up that I took to lose this 10 pounds, so I'm trying it again. I'm going to be good and track my food (help keep me on track!) and keep the training.  I do not expect to lose all 10 pounds before Hawaii since it's only a month away, but I'll see what I can do.

In other news, my awesome doctor decided it was time for me to see a specialist about the headaches. I had an MRI already, but the neurology referral is being more troublesome. Doc had to resend it, and I finally got my referral letter. I called the doctor's office, and they haven't received their copy of it yet. The neurologist's nurse did inform me that he specializes in stroke complications, and it's likely to be quite a while before they get to me.

Ugh, right?

So I called the referral line and they told me the best way to go about getting a different doc. I get to call other neurologists and see who can get me in soon, then call the referral line back and let them know. They'll resend the letter and send the new doc a copy. Then I can get an appointment. OMG! So much work! Oh well, I want to get this in before Hawaii if I can. I don't expect much in the way of results, but it's worth a try. The fioricet seems to work well, however.

So that's it, I guess. My life is health and fitness now. I guess it could be much worse. Well, and Remy and Duke. Can't forget them.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013


It's a quiet day in my house today. The TV is on, the cat is curled up on a newspaper article (sent from my MIL), and the dog is napping on the floor. I am sitting with my foot propped up on my giant stuffed white reindeer (Whitey) with an ice pack.

What? Why am I doing this? What did I do?

I did something stupid.

This morning the pup and I went for a run. It was a good run. We stopped at the dog park as always. I sometimes tip the cement water bowls up on their edge and clean out all the debris that builds up in them.  I did that this morning, but instead of gently lowering it down, I let it fall. And it fell.


The corner of the square cement bowl hit the big toe of my right foot. My first thought was that I had broken it. I went ahead and filled the water bowl so Remy could get a drink, then we went home. I limped the whole way. It was pretty damn painful.

I put ice on it right away and called mom, like a good kid.

I was able to shower and get dressed, get some breakfast, but I can't walk for long without being in quite a bit of pain. So my shopping that I had planned for today? Canceled. Lunch plans were canceled anyway. Just resting up so I can handle going to the west side for my harvest box later.

I considered going to the ER, but decided to tape it myself and wait. It's taped. A big part of me wants to go to the ER anyway. I have always wanted an X-ray of my weird feet and I finally have an excuse. But then again, they may not decide to X-ray, and I would waste my day at the ER just to have them do what I've already done - tape it and ice it. Also, I realize that an X-ray wouldn't really be necessary and I don't want to be that person who raises healthcare costs by getting unneeded care. Damn morals.

The worst part of all this is that I'm 6.5 weeks out from the marathon. Six and a half weeks! That is what makes me feel like a complete idiot. I may have broken my toe so close to the marathon. I plan to rest it as much as possible today and tomorrow. Any of my nurse friends are welcome to give advice as well.

If J is reading this, I'll be home for lunch today! *insert cheesy grin here*