Archive for July, 2009

I’m on a roller coaster ride these days, like permanent PMS without the luxury of knowing it’ll be over in a few days.

The weekend started on Friday evening with Nick’s Dad’s birthday.  How do you celebrate a 92-year old’s birthday who’s feeling like pure crap from chemo & cancer?  The whole time you’re thinking that this is his last birthday party ever and you know he knows it, too.  And as Nick said to me, he’s not giving into the idea of death at all.  He’s depressed and weak but his brain is ticking along, fully cognizant of what the score is.  Anyway, he’s to be off the chemo for a week starting next week, so hopefully he’ll feel a bit better.

Saturday afternoon, we went to see Bruno, because I’ve been waiting for that movie for weeks.  I’m not a huge movie gal, but there are certain choice comedies that I anxiously await and this was one.  I’m positive a lot of you will not like this movie, so I’m not saying go see it, but go see it. :-)

Later that evening, we saw another surprisingly excellent comedy on Pay Per View, The Promotion – about two guys competing to be manager of a grocery store, great cast and very funny.  Plus it’s got John C. Reilly in it, who can do no wrong in my book.

Sunday morning was my long run.  I had planned on 14, but only got to 13 for a couple reasons.  The more mundane of the two was that there was a Tri going on and the finish line was about 1/4 mile from my half-way point.  With tons of cyclists in the way, I had to turn around early.

The rest of the lost mile was due to the IT strap I was wearing.  At one point, I got quite uncomfortable with it, but not from my IT band, it was my calf.  I guess the pressure of the band was affecting it, so after a couple stops to rearrange the strap, I gave up and took it off.  Felt better running without it in the end.  That night, I could feel my calf was still tight, which scared me because I wondered if it was somehow an extension of the IT band problem, snowballing into something worse.

So I took yesterday off, which was certainly reasonable since June 18th was my last rest day.  I was in a bleak mood all day, my imagination had me falling apart in pieces, singing my swan song to running.  Stupid imagination.

As these things go, I woke up today feeling great and my run reflected that – 9 solid, untweaky miles.  I started easy with 8:40s then eased into 8:12 to 8:03s for the rest.  How I love normalcy.

Other than that, I’m still knee-deep in t-shirt designs, but now I’m finally making the music section of Fish Pie its own shop, which I’ve been dreading because there are about 40 different instruments (figure 20 designs in each one… big job).  But now I’m on a production roll and enjoying adding new stuff along with the old, so while I’m currently drowning in Accordion designs (going alphabetically) it’s actually kind of fun.

I know, I’m basically repeating myself these days (IT band, t-shirts, IT band, t-shirts) but it’s summer and there’s not much else going on.  I’ll leave you with a cool song Baptized By Fire by Spinnerette, whose lead singer sounds amazingly like Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie & the Banshees.  Love the octave doubling on the chorus.  Stupid video as usual, but at least you get to hear the song in its entirety.

I was going to make today 9 miles with a 3-mile tempo in the middle (because the wonderful thing about not being in marathon training is that little-biddy 3-mile tempos are perfectly “legal”) but frankly, I’m still enjoying the lack of regimentation, so I made it 9 with fartleks instead.  It was so easy and non-pressured, I might just keep doing that for the next couple weeks instead of reintroducing tempos and intervals till marathon training dictates I must.

Regardless, I really do need to keep occasional fast stuff in, even when “on break” because I lose my edge pretty quickly.  Perhaps it’s more mental than physical, but if I don’t remind myself what it’s like to push hard, easy paces are all I want to do.

So next week I’ll do a couple more fartlek days and that should get me right back into proper workout mode.  Funny, because this is actually Hudson’s M.O. entirely by giving you fartleks before you get into quality work.  Maybe I’m subconsciously getting into a 20-week marathon cycle, after all.

In other news, I wore my Pro-tec IT strap for the first time today.  This strap gets great reviews as far as injury accoutrements go but I’ve been relunctant to try it because I can’t help thinking, “why am I changing everything because of this one injury?” and “what if it hurts me somehow because I’m adding yet another foreign object into my life?” but with my mileage back to the 60s and a 14-miler set for Sunday (oooh, so looong ), I thought it worthwhile to try out – because I do foresee some IT band shadowing for that 14.

It was great, actually!  Felt supporting and didn’t slide down as I thought it might.  I was worried that  when I took it off, the truth would out and my IT band would suddenly be hurting double, but not a peep, leg feels fab.  So that’ll be a for-sure wardrobe addition on Sunday’s LR.

Another thing I’ve added (again with the “why am I changing everything?”) is I bought some Glucosamine/chondroitin/msm capsules yesterday.  I don’t really know if it’ll help, I don’t have arthritis or creaky joints per se (though I do my share of occasional groaning), but I’m going to be an elderly 48 in a couple months, so maybe it’ll be insurance of sorts, plus, I’ve read that some folks get good results for tendon-related issues from using it, so what the hell?  While it’s not a soft-tissue fix, I suppose that helping the surrounding areas improves everything connected, so I’m game to try it.

As you can see, I’m in that place where my previous confidence level of “I am strong, I am invincible, I am womaaaaan” has been shattered somewhat.  In the back of my mind, I’m reminded how crucial it will be to run genuinely Long starting next month without any owees involved, so that’s where I’m at:  a little Frankenstein, a little PT, a little wacko nut-job.  Same old, same old.

Life is looking up – I had a great night of sleep.  The noisy cardinal disappeared almost a week ago (maybe a neighbor took a BB gun to it) but instead of peace and quiet returning, the house next door is in the midst of a complete renovation, so yesterday I was out on my deck at 7:30 am, yelling at the workers for using a nail gun so early in the !@#$ morning.  I scared the guys pretty good, crazy bed-hair and all, so they stopped for about an hour and this morning they waited till a more reasonable 8am.

On the running front, things are going great.  The IT band is (dare I say it?) normal again, though I feel it’s one of those injuries that once you have it, you’re always open to reinjury, so I take it with a grain of salt.  It ended up lasting 6 weeks exactly, but now that I know what to do about it if it returns, I don’t foresee it being so drawn-out again.

Last week was a nice, fat, undramatic 61 mile week and boy, did that make me happy.  Pacing was slower than usual because it kept being mid-80s by the time I got out and with all that had been going on, I was satisfied to plod through most of them, so my runs averaged 8:51 to 8:08, depending on the day.

Continuing the trend, yesterday was a 7-mile recoveryish run at 8:53 (87 degrees) and today’s 9 averaged 8:24.  I’m just running by feel – haven’t worn my HR monitor in weeks, either.

Here’s what my tentative calendar looks like for the rest of the month.  I’ll probably get a day off in there somewhere, just not sure when.

Except for progression runs starting the 19th, I haven’t marked any quality runs in yet, choosing  to play it by ear since I’m not training yet.  I figure I’ll start with a short tempo this week, then alternate intervals and tempos till August.  I’m still feeling very much in “taking it easy” mode after being in running rehab the last few weeks.  Funny how easy it is to get out of the quality work habit once you’ve let it lapse.

One interesting note is that if I started Hudson at the 20-week mark (instead of doing my own base-building this month), marathon training would have begun this week.  As it is, I have no interest in calling anything “marathon training” 20-weeks out, so I’m ignoring the little numbers to the left of the calendar until August.  Nod to Hudson for the progression runs, though.

Besides that, I’ve been quite industrious these last few days, adding 10 new designs to The Gifted Runner, so check it out if you’re curious.  But ladies, don’t ask me why the pink wicking shirts are showing up as white, I’ve got a tech support email out to Zazzle to fix it.  It’s not my fault, I swear.

It’s been an awful week at our house and we’re just coming up for air.

A couple weeks ago, Nick’s 92-year old dad (a spritely, adorable, funny guy, who lives in the ground floor apartment with his second wife) was diagnosed with cancer.  He’s turned bright yellow, including the whites of his eyes, because it’s in his liver – a shocking sight.

Nick has protected and cared for him for the past 30 years, the roles of father-son long reversed.  Six years ago, Nick’s dad had cancer and went through an operation but no one told him he had cancer because they were sure he’d “give up”, so they told him it was something else and he’s thrived beautifully until now.

But here it is again and the time-frame is finite.  He could have chemo and get maybe 8-10 months, or just keep on without and maybe have 4 weeks left.  The doctor said they ordinarily wouldn’t even prescribe chemo to someone his age, but he’s so young for his years, that they thought he could benefit, though the side-effects need to be weighed.

Nick and his dad’s wife have been wrestling about how much to tell him, hadn’t even mentioned the word cancer yet because, again, they feared he’d wither at the news.  Finally, because time is so critical, they took him to meet with the doctor yesterday who laid it all out, said you have to start chemo today or it’ll be too late.  After all these years protecting his dad, Nick was surprised how well his dad took it – he’s going to fight for the time he has left and started chemo last night.

I know, you’re probably all thinking “he’s 92, isn’t it his time to go?”  But there’s a huge amount of history and back story to Nick’s dad, whose own father (Mykola Kulish, a hugely famous playwright in the Ukraine) was arrested and jailed for being a “counterrevolutionary”.  They kept him for 10 years, until he was put to death by the government.

Nick’s parents, penniless, escaped to Argentina, though neither of them spoke Spanish and had certainly never lived in such poverty.  They had Nick while living there and when Nick was 10 years-old, they got on a banana boat to the USA.  Nick’s brother died a couple years ago, so once his dad goes, Nick will be the only one left to have experienced any of this family history.  It’s weighing on him so heavily…that he’ll be the “last one”.  My poor baby.

And because his Dad’s prognosis isn’t enough of a knife-twist in Nick’s heart, Nick’s son (a 25 year-old problem child who lives in another apartment in this house) has reached a crisis point, so his 22-year old sister came from Oregon this week to help him empty the apartment and take him to Portland with her, to live.  He’s never lived anywhere but Philly, so this’ll be a fresh start away from the old triggers here.  They’re flying out this afternoon.

So that’s the dealio here.  It’s been an anxiety-ridden, painful time that makes Running an almost inconsequential activity, though the joy it’s brought as an escape has been invaluable.

Before I close, I want to wish my American readers a fine holiday weekend and for my foreign friends, have a wonderful few days wherever you are.  Peace to all.