Thursday is the day I get rid of the blasted cast. It's all I can think about.
First thing Friday afternoon I'll go to P'tree Running Co. to be fitted for a brand spankin' new pair of running shoes. My body is raring to go, and it will be so hard to hold back. Orthopaedic doc says I can return to running after Thursday at 10% per week of my total mileage. Basically I can run .5 mile/day every day for a week (or was it a month?), with 10% increases per week (or month). The week/month part is fuzzy, but he assured me at our last appointment that he'd have a "return to running" program ready for me when I get there Thursday.
I missed my second paid-for 5k on Saturday. It was upsetting. Depressing.
I CAN'T WAIT TO RUN AGAIN. The lack of stress reduction is killing me.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
T-minus 7 days...
...and counting.
In 7 days I see my doctor, who promised by that date this blasted ankle will be deemed healed and in no further need of the ankle cast. Yes, I did graduate - er - get demoted - to an ankle air cast from "the boot," which has been quite a change and a relief, but having to wear any cast at all is a major drag.
Heal thyself, oh great ankle, so that I may adorn thee with fine and wondrous shoes...AND SO I CAN RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
I miss my blog, but I've been so buried at work that I've had no chance - and I can't blog at home because this blog is a secret from everyone I know.
Soon I shall return in full bloom. Don't forget about me, my blog friends!
In 7 days I see my doctor, who promised by that date this blasted ankle will be deemed healed and in no further need of the ankle cast. Yes, I did graduate - er - get demoted - to an ankle air cast from "the boot," which has been quite a change and a relief, but having to wear any cast at all is a major drag.
Heal thyself, oh great ankle, so that I may adorn thee with fine and wondrous shoes...AND SO I CAN RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
I miss my blog, but I've been so buried at work that I've had no chance - and I can't blog at home because this blog is a secret from everyone I know.
Soon I shall return in full bloom. Don't forget about me, my blog friends!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The Boot, and The Boot, Jr.
So this morning was the big day, the day I've dreamed of since I GOT the boot. It was to be a magical day in which the doctor told me I could boot the boot.
Boy, was I disappointed!
The good news is that xrays showed that the fracture is healing nicely. Doc says it's likely at 75-80% now. The bad news is that I have to wear this huge boot for 2 more weeks. I was given a Boot, Jr. too. When I get home I'm to take off Boot, Sr. and put on Boot, Jr., which purportedly allows more weight bearing on the ankle and more movement to help slowly prepare the ankle for walking. (It's an air cast too, only much smaller, rising just above the ankle). That's for one week starting today.
He also told me to wear Boot, Jr. to bed! WTF? He said in case I need to get up in the middle of the night...
For week 2 I'm to wear Boot, Sr. for the first half of the day and Boot, Jr. the second half of the day (after lunch).
I meet with the doctor again at week 3 - May 29. At that follow up, assuming all has healed as he expects, he will give me a running plan to slowly start running again. He says I will begin at 10% of my "usual mileage" per week when I start. So since I was running 30-35 miles per week on average I'm allowed to run only 3-3.5 miles the first week, with 10% increases each week until I'm back.
Sigh.
And the ball? I mentioned Saturday's black tie event and he blinked hard. I'm sure he could tell that I was NOT going to wear the boot, not Boot Sr. nor Boot, Jr. He said that if I did no dancing and very little standing that I could possibly get away with no boot. He also cautioned me that one wrong move could send me right back to the beginning of the injury....
What to do, what to do....
I'll be fretting over that for the next day. In the end, I'll stupidly and stubbornly forego the boot for those 4 hours or so of the ball - all in the name of vanity.
Boy, was I disappointed!
The good news is that xrays showed that the fracture is healing nicely. Doc says it's likely at 75-80% now. The bad news is that I have to wear this huge boot for 2 more weeks. I was given a Boot, Jr. too. When I get home I'm to take off Boot, Sr. and put on Boot, Jr., which purportedly allows more weight bearing on the ankle and more movement to help slowly prepare the ankle for walking. (It's an air cast too, only much smaller, rising just above the ankle). That's for one week starting today.
He also told me to wear Boot, Jr. to bed! WTF? He said in case I need to get up in the middle of the night...
For week 2 I'm to wear Boot, Sr. for the first half of the day and Boot, Jr. the second half of the day (after lunch).
I meet with the doctor again at week 3 - May 29. At that follow up, assuming all has healed as he expects, he will give me a running plan to slowly start running again. He says I will begin at 10% of my "usual mileage" per week when I start. So since I was running 30-35 miles per week on average I'm allowed to run only 3-3.5 miles the first week, with 10% increases each week until I'm back.
Sigh.
And the ball? I mentioned Saturday's black tie event and he blinked hard. I'm sure he could tell that I was NOT going to wear the boot, not Boot Sr. nor Boot, Jr. He said that if I did no dancing and very little standing that I could possibly get away with no boot. He also cautioned me that one wrong move could send me right back to the beginning of the injury....
What to do, what to do....
I'll be fretting over that for the next day. In the end, I'll stupidly and stubbornly forego the boot for those 4 hours or so of the ball - all in the name of vanity.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Stand up
JERRY SEINFELD WAS AWESOME! Well worth the expense of the tickets and the headache and embarrassment involved with getting someone to watch man cub.
His TV personality must be his actual personality, for he was EXACTLY as he is/was on TV. A very funny man.
I loved his humor at the show, mostly because it related to all of us who are or have been married and have kids.
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Here's where my head is today:
3 more days till I see doc. I am just positive that he will give me the go-ahead to boot the boot. Pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease. (If I say it enough it's sure to happen.)
I'm considering cancelling make-up artist. I'm not sure I can justify the $50 or $60 it will cost. And I apply my own makeup every single day. And I can apply my own makeup on that day too. Right? What does the mass say?
Only 18.5 days of school to go for kids. This is always a bittersweet time for me. Just as school ends, their "summer visitation" with their dad begins. At least 6 weeks. On the one hand, it's like a 6 week honeymoon with my husband. I'm not "on" 24/7. I can eat late at night, I can eat crap, I can eat nothing. We can watch adult movies late at night - loud - and not worry about waking kids. We can go out. We can stay in. We can have sex on the couch. Or in the kitchen. Or whatever. Whenever. But my heart aches for my children when they are not with me....
Woman child goes to Spain for 10 days a week or so after her brother leaves to visit their Dad. As soon as she gets back from that trip she'll be joining her brother. This will be a very interesting summer for them.
Their dad is expecting a baby in August. The fact that his wife is a step-monster to my children (mean, hateful, jealous) and the fact that his wife's daughter is a whiney brat are only side issues to what this means. I don't pray, but upon learning that a baby was coming I prayed that it would be a girl. My mature teenager can handle either, but I felt strongly that for my man cub it would be excruciatingly painful to him that his dad will eventually be coaching the boy in baseball, maybe taking him to cubscouts..all the things his dad has missed in HIS life. Unfortunately, we learned recently that it is indeed to be a boy. I cried.
I would welcome any amount of pain, physical or emotional, to prevent any pain in my children.
His TV personality must be his actual personality, for he was EXACTLY as he is/was on TV. A very funny man.
I loved his humor at the show, mostly because it related to all of us who are or have been married and have kids.
*********************
Here's where my head is today:
3 more days till I see doc. I am just positive that he will give me the go-ahead to boot the boot. Pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease. (If I say it enough it's sure to happen.)
I'm considering cancelling make-up artist. I'm not sure I can justify the $50 or $60 it will cost. And I apply my own makeup every single day. And I can apply my own makeup on that day too. Right? What does the mass say?
Only 18.5 days of school to go for kids. This is always a bittersweet time for me. Just as school ends, their "summer visitation" with their dad begins. At least 6 weeks. On the one hand, it's like a 6 week honeymoon with my husband. I'm not "on" 24/7. I can eat late at night, I can eat crap, I can eat nothing. We can watch adult movies late at night - loud - and not worry about waking kids. We can go out. We can stay in. We can have sex on the couch. Or in the kitchen. Or whatever. Whenever. But my heart aches for my children when they are not with me....
Woman child goes to Spain for 10 days a week or so after her brother leaves to visit their Dad. As soon as she gets back from that trip she'll be joining her brother. This will be a very interesting summer for them.
Their dad is expecting a baby in August. The fact that his wife is a step-monster to my children (mean, hateful, jealous) and the fact that his wife's daughter is a whiney brat are only side issues to what this means. I don't pray, but upon learning that a baby was coming I prayed that it would be a girl. My mature teenager can handle either, but I felt strongly that for my man cub it would be excruciatingly painful to him that his dad will eventually be coaching the boy in baseball, maybe taking him to cubscouts..all the things his dad has missed in HIS life. Unfortunately, we learned recently that it is indeed to be a boy. I cried.
I would welcome any amount of pain, physical or emotional, to prevent any pain in my children.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Wax on, wax off
Joan, you're absolutely right! I called up the salon and changed the waxing appointments to Friday - the day BEFORE the important day.
:-)
Let's hope there are no problems that carry over to the next day!
:-)
Let's hope there are no problems that carry over to the next day!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Booterella
Jerry Seinfeld is to be performing here this weekend (Friday), and husband and I will be attending the first show of the night. I'm excited. I've never seen Seinfeld live, and I lived for his sitcom. I'm even more excited to be getting OUT of the house and doing something fun/interesting/different with husband.
One more week till xrays and doc - May 8. I'm ready. I'm more than ready. With each passing day I grow more and more weary of the boot. I want so badly to walk normally. With shoes. And to run - oh, how I miss running. I see runners every day and feel jealousy and frustration welling higher with each one I pass. I want to run. I'm DYING to run. It's been exactly three weeks and three days since I last ran. Had I known those 5 miles would be my last for a month or more I would have enjoyed the run more...savored it more...ahh, but the last mile was too painful to savor. It was an internal fight to continue running with the pain. A stupid fight, which I lost and which I'm still paying for.
I know better now.
Until the day I am given the "all clear" to walk without the boot, to speed walk in my neighborhood, to slowly work up to running again, I have only the ball to look forward to. The ball is May 10. I'm now awaiting a return call from the salon to set up my brow wax, lip wax, haircut and style for the morning of. The same salon in which I waited patiently for woman-child to be beautified for three hours before HER ball. Now it's my turn. I'm considering "make up application" as well, though it's a hefty price tag of $50 for something I do by myself every day. I dunno.
I'm the natural type who will gladly wear more makeup at night for special occasions, but I never took the time to learn such eye makeup tricks as "smokey eye," for example. Might be fun. Might look great. But what if it doesn't? My fear is that I'll end up looking like (1) a clown; (2) a "fi dollah ho;" or (3) a stranger.
Incidently, I've never had a wax - eyebrow, lip, leg, nuttin. I'm nervous. Not sure why I'm doing this, but I feel the need to be as close to perfect as my aging, imperfect, quickly-getting-out-of-shape self can be for this.....I wanna be Cinderella for the night.
Thoughts? Comments? Laughter? It's all welcome here.
One more week till xrays and doc - May 8. I'm ready. I'm more than ready. With each passing day I grow more and more weary of the boot. I want so badly to walk normally. With shoes. And to run - oh, how I miss running. I see runners every day and feel jealousy and frustration welling higher with each one I pass. I want to run. I'm DYING to run. It's been exactly three weeks and three days since I last ran. Had I known those 5 miles would be my last for a month or more I would have enjoyed the run more...savored it more...ahh, but the last mile was too painful to savor. It was an internal fight to continue running with the pain. A stupid fight, which I lost and which I'm still paying for.
I know better now.
Until the day I am given the "all clear" to walk without the boot, to speed walk in my neighborhood, to slowly work up to running again, I have only the ball to look forward to. The ball is May 10. I'm now awaiting a return call from the salon to set up my brow wax, lip wax, haircut and style for the morning of. The same salon in which I waited patiently for woman-child to be beautified for three hours before HER ball. Now it's my turn. I'm considering "make up application" as well, though it's a hefty price tag of $50 for something I do by myself every day. I dunno.
I'm the natural type who will gladly wear more makeup at night for special occasions, but I never took the time to learn such eye makeup tricks as "smokey eye," for example. Might be fun. Might look great. But what if it doesn't? My fear is that I'll end up looking like (1) a clown; (2) a "fi dollah ho;" or (3) a stranger.
Incidently, I've never had a wax - eyebrow, lip, leg, nuttin. I'm nervous. Not sure why I'm doing this, but I feel the need to be as close to perfect as my aging, imperfect, quickly-getting-out-of-shape self can be for this.....I wanna be Cinderella for the night.
Thoughts? Comments? Laughter? It's all welcome here.
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