YaYa and I were driving into the parking lot of the high school that backs up onto a nice dirt running path. YaYa's bike was loaded in the van, and I was set for a run.

Pop!
The sound was unmistakable. We lost our enthusiasm for our adventure as we saw the glass fly. I pulled into a parking spot, feeling stupid. How could I have not seen the glass in the parking lot? I crossed my fingers as I opened my door to check my tires. I didn't even have to get out of the car. As soon as the car door opened, I heard a loud his-s-s-s-s.

I looked over at YaYa. He frowned and said, "I don't think that we are going to be bike riding and running today." We had been excited about our New Year's Eve adventure, but our ballon of excitement was quickly deflating.

I called AAA, and then we waited. I tried to stay positive. At least I didn't have to change the tire.

While we waited, I pulled YaYa's bike out of the van. He rode around the parking lot while we waiting. I warned him to watch out for the glass. It was all over the parking lot. As YaYa rounded up his enthusiasm, the road service guy showed up. He removed our flat tire, replaced it with the spare tire, and inflated it to the proper air pressure. As he drove away, he wished us a Happy New Year.

My balloon of enthusiasm re-inflated as my tire re-expanded. I was now looking at my little mishap as only an obstacle. It was an obstacle that needn't stop me from enjoying the outdoors. I quickly locked up the van, before I saw things any differently, and we were on our way.

We hadn't traveled more than a half of a mile when YaYa took a spill. He got up and began riding again, but fell again just a little further on. He was crying hard, and I began to think that we should scrap our plans. I hugged him for a minute and then suggested that we sit on the nearby bench for a minute. I inspected his hurting hands. They looked fine. I told him that they probably stung because they were so cold. After I warmed them up, we were back on our way.

I ran as he rode a few feet ahead of me. He slowed when I fell too far behind him. We ran until we reached the first of two big hills. My original plan was to run the bike up the hill and then have YaYa get back on the bike at the top. I had second thoughts about this plan by the time we reached the hill. Since the trail is pretty rocky from this point forward, and we hadn't been having the best of luck, I instructed YaYa to turn around.

We rode back to the van, happily noted that all four tires were still inflated, and headed off to get a nice cup of hot chocolate.

I have encountered many obstacles this year, but I have managed to find a way to over come them. Today's experience seemed a fitting way to end 2006.

As for 2007...

I am hoping for some smooth sailing.
Remember to steer clear of the glass, AND may your balloons be filled with enthusiasm, good health, happiness, and lots of fun running.

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No matter what words of comfort are said, death is never easy for those left behind.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I listened to the preist say today's Mass. He was speaking Spanish. YaYa asked why they only were speaking Chinese, because he didn't know what they were saying. It might has well have been Chinese for, even though I took Spanish in high school, I only understood a few of the words being said. I did, however, feel the meaning of the words in my heart.

Comprende?

Si. I think I do.

The people came from near and far to pay their last regards. It was apparent that this young man touched the hearts of many. No matter what the spoken language, "love" is universal.

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My employer gave us Christmas, and the Tuesday following, off from work. I took vacation days for the remainder of the week. Today, being the last “vacation day”, I took the kids to the YMCA for some swimming. I didn’t get a whole lot of exercise, but we did have a lot of fun. We reeked of chlorine when we returned home.

As my vacation comes to end, so does 2006. I have begun to draw up the plans for 2007. I have reviewed the race calendars and made a list of races that I am “considering” for the upcoming year. Though I would love to schedule a marathon in the spring, it is too early in the recovery from my peroneal tendonitis, and contused cuboid (foot bone), to commit. I have my eye on a few shorter to half-marathon races for the early part of the year. Trail races have also drawn my eye a bit more than in the past.

I am not big on New Year's resolutions. At the end of last year, however, I had a couple of things on my list of things to work on in 2006. Today, I looked back to see if I had accomplished what I had "resolved" to change in 2006.

Last year, reflecting on the loss of my stepfather, I noted that 2005 was a difficult year. The song, “Live Like You Were Dying”, had meaning that hit hard. I learned that no matter how young you are, it doesn’t mean that you will live for many years on end.

In 2006, there were more loved ones lost in addition to many that are fighting the good fight to remain with the living. As I sit typing this, we are dressed for another rosary. It's another reminder for us to show those that we care about all the love that we feel.

Along these lines, at the end of last year, I resolved to stop myself from going overboard in arguments, and saying things that I would later regret. I did that this past year, but the outcome wasn’t all good. There were times when I let the harsh words of others linger in mind head for days. I would sit in pain, waiting for an “I’m sorry” that was never said. It only hurt me more. For some reason, I did this even more in the days when I was not able to run due to my injury.

I realize that it is those who love you the most that often hurt you the most (and visa versa). They have the ammunition, and know the fragile spots best. Rather than destroy each other over little things that don’t even matter, I want to strengthen my relationships.

In 2007, I would like to be better at forgiving and forgetting. I don’t want to let the hurtful words bring me down. I have not been a saint either, so I will continue to strive to be kind, and to show those around me the better side of Juls.

Another item on my list was to give more hugs. I did that too. It's pretty easy with YaYa. He is a hugging machine (except if he thinks any of his schoolmates might see). BoBo, however, is rapidly delving into his teen years in the most major way. Hugging his Mom is not exactly at the top of his list. I will take what I can get, even if I have to arm wrestle him to get it.

Of course I am joking. BoBo has hugged me four times in the past 30 minutes. It’s sort of a celebratory hug as he beats the NCAA ’07 PlayStation game. I think he is a little too into the game. He’s acting like he is the QB on the TV screen.

Well, I must be going. Along with tears to be shed, there are plenty of hugs to give and get tonight, and my big brother has text messaged me three times to say that he doesn’t know anyone at the rosary. Later.

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The day was slow to unfold. I didn't plan to sleep in late; the time off of work has altered my internal clock. When I finally left the bed, I retreated to the downstairs and spent the morning in my PJ's reading the blogs and drinking coffee. That was when I discovered that Jeanne was in her PJs too.

I thought of posting about my wasting the day away in my Grandma's old flannel PJs, but I had a things to do. Running at the open space preserve was at the top of my list.

I exchanged the two small Under Armor shirts that I received as Christmas gifts. They were wonderful gifts however the fact that I sleep in flannel PJs should be a clue that I retain a little modestly. I don't like the skin-tight look of Under Armor so I settled for a new jogbra and a Nike running shirt with a cool thumb hole thing that keeps the long-sleeve down over your fingers. It was the perfect shirt for this blustery day, so I was off for my run.

I realize that it seems silly to run with music while running in a place so lovely and out in nature. Nothing compares to the sounds of the great outdoors. But I really enjoy running to music, so I brought along myPod with the musical score to the movie "We Are Marshall." The music was a wonderful match to the beautiful would all around me.

There were people all over the trails as I ran out towards the farm. The looks and smiles that people were giving me indicated an acknowledgement of my peace and happiness to be out there. I guess they were feeling the joy too.

I left civilization behind, as I turned onto the single-track portion of the run. I counted the switchbacks as I made my climb upwards. About halfway up, there was a downed tree blocking the trail. I crawled through the branches to the other side and continued on. My breathing was heavy and my heartrate was rapid as I ascended. I focused on the beauty all around me, and the soothing music coming from myPod. It seemed to work. Before I knew it, I was making the last turn and, therefore, ending the switchbacks.

I examined the trail signs, trying to determine my next move. My foot was holding up nicely and the day was amazing. I headed right in the direction of, what I thought was, the longer way back.

As I made the descent, I began to feel the familiar pounding on the outer edge of my right foot. Again, I focused on the beauty around me and the soothing music. I reminded myself to relax and roll down the hill. It worked. I felt the impact transfer from the outer edge to the heel. Within minutes, I couldn't feel any foot strike at all.

That was when I hit another cross roads. The sign indicated 0.5 miles back to the farm (civilization), or I could take the trail to the right. I wasn't ready for the run to end, so I took the trail to the right and ran on.

There was more tree cover in this portion of the trail. The chill made me shiver a bit. I pulled my left sleeve down to the edge of my Garmin, and the right sleeve over my thumb. I also picked up the pace a little bit. It felt good to be running along the green trees all around, with the creek trickling past, and the soft trail under my feet.

I have no idea how far out I was when I met up with the first life form. I slowed to a stop the moment that I saw it ahead of me on the trail. I don't know if it was a bobcat or mountain lion, but I gave it space. It moved off the trail and went slinking down into the ravine below. I wasn't sure whether to continue on the trail (it may have been near the top - meaning people), or turn back. I decided to turn back. I turned and slowly jogged away. I hoped that the creature wasn't following behind or along in the ravine below. I did my best to stay calm and relaxed, trusting that it was enjoying the solitude of the trail as much as I was. As I got farther away, I relaxed and resumed my quicker pace.

By the time I approached the people walking around the farm, I was ready for civilization again. I wasn't quite ready for the run to end though. I ran back towards, and past the main parking lot, and took the slightly longer way back to the van. Then I basked in the beauty for a bit longer before heading home.

I wanted to run on forever, but in the back of my head, I knew that I shouldn't. *sigh* I can be thankful that I got a little help keeping my run to a reasonable length.

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YaYa accompanied me on today's run through the neighborhood. He kept to the sidewalks while I ran along in the street. As I ran toward the oncoming traffic, my foot was okay. The road slopes toward the left side when I run in this direction. The right side of the road, however, is off limits as it puts me right on my injured tendon.

The wind blew hard as we traveled along. I ran ahead of him at each street crossing to verify if the road was clear. He rode off the curb when I signaled that the road was clear, and then he drove up the nearest driveway. It didn't take him long to catch right back up to me. After that, YaYa slowed up for his Mom to be able to keep up. Santa brought YaYa a "racing bike" you know, and his Mom is not getting any younger.

After two days off from running, my foot held up okay for today's run. It wasn't much, but I'll take it. I'm taking it one day at a time.

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Wow! Time sure does fly. I was eating fudge. Next, we were in the Christmas Eve Mass. After that we were hanging the new ornaments for Christmas 2006 on the tree - one for each member of the family. Before I knew it, Christmas had whooshed by.

On Christmas Eve, I took to the local sidewalks with DD and BoBo. Together, we traveled about 4 miles. The pace was good and the traffic lights cooperated well. They were red when we needed to be held back for BoBo (who was not enthusiastic about the run), and they turned green when we were all together. It was cool out, but not cold - it was a great temperature for a run. Even the sun set slowly enough for us to enjoy the changing colors in the sky, but allowed us to get home before darkness was fully upon us. My foot however was not as cooperative.

By the time we were heading off to church, my foot and ankle ached. I tried a wrap, but pulled off the wrap before the mass was done. It looked like I would not be running on Christmas day.

Well, Christmas was wonderfully easy. Having been up VERY late on Christmas Eve, we let the Christmas morning unfold at a nice and easy pace.

YaYa was happy to see that, after tracking his travels for much of Christmas Eve, Santa Claus had arrived at our home during his slumbers. YaYa's requested items (the bike, DC shoes, and clothes) had magically appeared in our family room.

Our family delighted in unwrapping gifts, eating lots of good food, and later trying to work it off with a hike in the nearby open space preserve. During our hike, my foot periodically let me know that it was not happy.

So, when Cindy IM'd me to ask if I wanted to join her for a run, I had to say no thanks. Instead, the family watched We Are Marshall at the local theater, ate Mexican food, and later enjoyed the apple pie that Cindy left on my doorstep.

I am not totally surprised by this renewed discomfort. Both of my feet are not thrilled with the new shoe set up. I was noticing my toes feeling sort of numb during a couple of the past few of runs. In fact, my good foot has been experiencing this more so than the recovering foot.

The longer recovery is just another reminder that I am not getting any younger. Today is my last day of being 40 years old. Although the bad luck that I have experienced in the past year, I am a little nervous about what the next year will bring. I do hope that 41 will be a year of better health and continued happiness for me.

Of course, I also wish health and happiness to my family, friends, and YOU in 2007.

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It's Christmas, and our family has come together in celebration. DD arrived last night and brought a little care package with him. Tom's sister, Judy sent a large holiday tin FULL of her fudge.

Ever since Tom and I have been together there has been "the fudge". I might add that this fudge is something special. I am not sure what the special ingredient is, but it makes all of the difference.

"Perhaps it is made with Holy Water" Cindy jokingly said today, when we were talking about it. After all, Judy *is* a nun. Whatever the special ingredient is, Sister Judy sends her tin-full of love and fudge, and the whole family has more than their fair share of it - some more than others. *sheepish grin*

The blessed fudge has arrived, so...I will be running a little more regularly than I have been. More regular running *was* in the plan anyhow, so the fudge is a blessing in more ways than one.

Thank you Sister Judy!

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I been running without a training "plan." That is SO not the old (pre-injured) me. I usually keep motivated by having a target race and keeping to a set plan. But, I have been trying to ease back into running slowly. Until now, I've been trying to adhere to an every-other-day pattern.

I have also avoided any tempo or speedy runs since resuming my runs again. Friday, however, I felt a little brave. I tested my speedy legs (or foot rather) for the first time, keeping the pace well controlled by running on the treadmill again. I warmed up for a mile at a comfortable pace. After warming up, I managed to complete three 1/2 mile repeats, with a 1/4 mile recoveries in between each interval. It is a long ways off from my pre-injury distance and pace, but it is a step up none the less.

After sharing a big Saturday morning breakfast, the rest of the family rushed out to finish up their Christmas shopping. Having finished up my shopping earlier this week, I was left with nothing to do. Well, nothing to do except go for a run.

I suited up in my running clothes, pulled up my hair into a ponytail and headed out the door. Cindy and I met at the local park and soon we were heading down the path. We ran and chatted about all sorts of things. At the completion of our 6 mile run, we were feeling better than before we started out.

After Christmas, I plan to step it up even more. I will increase my weekly mileage to the mid-twenties and maintain that as a baseline for a few weeks. Then I will feel comfortable enough to choose a few races for 2007, and launch into training once again.

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I started blogging 1 year ago after reading an article in Runner's World Magazine. The article intrigued me to research running blogs. I found the Running Blog Family (RBF), but after discovering that they didn't act as a blog "host", I was still lost. Shortly after that, I discovered Blogger, and nearly signed up for an account. When I got to the step of picking a name for my blog I was more stuck.

After my step-dad died, when I was struggling to write down what I would say at his memorial, I found the gift of writing as an outlet. Writing provided a means of healing, that was similar to what running has given me but in a non-physical way. There *is* a limit to the amount of cardio that one can do.

My blogging began on MSN Spaces, which I discovered after reacquainting with a long-lost friend. My friend had a blog, and through it, I could catch up on how her life was progressing since she moved far away. I read her blog. It was witty and oh so "Lisa." Within the hour, I was inspired to "click" my way to my own blog.

Toddling:
On the 22nd of December 2005, I created my first post, entitled "The Starting Line." My first steps of blogging were primitive. In the MSN days, I figured that I was probably the only one who actually read my posts. It was therapeutic to write, but after a while I wanted a writing audience. I ventured out to Blogger, posting both on MSN and Blogger, as well as on Hal Higdon's Interactive Boards. I added my blog to the RBF directory.

Learning to run:
In my efforts to reach out to the RBF community, I began posting my comments on other RBF members’ blogs. I discovered that I also wanted the comments, but didn't know how to get the readers to come my way. In my efforts to reach out, however timidly, to the blogging community I discovered some very fun blogs that I could identify with. The blogging addiction took hold of me; I'd lost control. I added a marathon countdown clock, and some of the other special touches that make a blog a little more personal. It was when I discovered other blogging tools such as the stat counters and site meters that I learned that my blog was actually getting traffic (from all over the world). Wow!

Up and running:
The blogging/running tools were not complete without the BTT script that I first discovered on the famed Running Chick's blog. Shortly after signing up for a BTT account, I became interested in having my blog hosted on BTT. I liked that these blogs had a special spotlight on the login page of BTT. I liked their look, the categories, the way they were ALL fitness focused. I was also nervous, however, that I would lose my current readers by changing my blog location.

In addition to my fear of losing readers, who had become virtual "friends", I also had apprehensions of starting over. I loved some of my old posts and didn't want my blog to be more fragmented than it already was. My early posts, that had been on MSN, were now only on my computer as I had deleted my MSN blog (without thinking about the historical factor). Of course I took the leap, and the "amazing" hip assisted me in retaining all of my old entries. I even uploaded (and back dated) my early posts, and race reports from my pre-blogging days.

After a year of growth, I am here to stay at BTT. I am up and fully RUNNING (aside from injuries), and proud to call myself a "blogger". Perhaps some day I will also call myself a triathlete, or ironman - time will tell.

Happy 1 year Blog-i-versary to me!

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Marking the shortest day and the longest night of the year (Northern Hemisphere), the winter solstice is upon us. If only the work:sleep ratio was similar to the daylight:darkness ratio. If that were the case, this would be a good deal. But it is not the case. We wake in the dark to get ready for work, and it is already dark as we make our way home from the office.

I know that winter means cold and rain, but at least I will progressively have an easier time waking up in the morning. I am happy for the arrival of the winter solstice, as it means that the hours of sunlight will be increasing from this day onward - that is, until the summer solstice.

A new season is upon us. Let's celebrate.
Season's Greetings!

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I ditched my plans to run before work again. It was another very chilly morning here, and my warmest running wear would be equivalent to a "shell" in the colder parts of the US. I decided that I would enjoy my run more if I waited until the temps were back in the high 40s/low 50s to venture outdoors to run.

As I de-iced my van window, I thought of those living in far colder places and wondered what it would be like to always have to deal with below freezing temperatures. If I always had to deal with these sorts of situations, I might be better at it. At a minimum, I my garage would have room to actually park the cars inside of it. But, I am NOT used to the cold. I don't even own the necessary clothing, or tools (such as something other than a credit card to remove the ice from my window) that are available in other parts of the country.

It is looking more and more like I have become a fair-weather (friend) runner, only running when it is warm and sunny. It didn't used to be this way. I believe the transformation occurred in my days of inactivity. I feel "less than" the dedicated runner that I used to be. It doesn't stop with my being selective about the weather conditions either. I am more apathetic about the whole running thing. While I used to have to talk myself *out* of a run in the interest of healing, I now have to talk myself *into* the run. It's a sad situation that won't get me to Boston if the lack of commitment continues.

The air was cool outside and the sun was shining when I finally left my desk. It was already past noon. This meant that I would be pushing it to be back at work before the cafeteria closed. I brought myPod along for a little company. The music also helped to distract me from the numbness that I was feeling in my fingers as I was starting out. Other than my hands being cold, the weather was actually really nice for running.

On my run, I pondered what happened. It was only last week when I watched the clock for an acceptable time to leave my desk for my run. This week is a whole different story. I have been getting a little too comfortable - sitting on my new couches, flipping channels, and eating the loads of sweets that have arrived via Federal Express on my doorstep. I don't get on the scale in the mornings, and Jenny Craig is a thing of the past. What will become of me if I continue this way? *BIG sigh*

I continued on my run. Running and thinking, but unable to pinpoint what "demolished" my running motivation. It really doesn't matter "what" began this downward trend; what matters is whether or not I let it ruin everything that I have worked so hard for. Even if I never achieve my dream of qualifying and running the Boston marathon, I can't let my health and happiness be destroyed like this. I must take charge again.

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Last night I laid out my running clothes, gloves, and reflective vest, in hopes that I would have time for a pre-work run. The kids are out of school, so the morning shuttle service will not be making its usual stops. The night, however, was just not long enough. By the time morning rolled around, my clothes remained on the floor as I fought with myself to get on with the day. There would be no early morning run. I dumped the pile of clothes into my workout bag and went to work.

As the day rolled on, I could feel the urge to pull on those running clothes. It was strong. I watched the minutes tick away until a more appropriate time for a break hit. I quickly went downstairs, changed and was out the door. Much to my delight, the day was California glorious. The sun was out and the air was crisp. I tucked my gloves (which I didn't need) into my shirt and was on my way.

I have yet to get to the point where running is as easy and natural as it once was. I did, however, enjoy the ability to breath in the air from both my nose and mouth - at least for most of the time. I had my Kleenex in hand for the periodic nose blowing.

There were not a whole lot of people out. I ran along the paved road and dirt paths hearing only the sounds of nature and my feet hitting the ground beneath me. I am not aware of any pain, however I am acutely aware of my right foot and leg. In comparison, my left leg moves along in effortless motion that is almost undetectable. The difference strikes me as strange. I hope that my right side will catch up to the left over time, even though I cannot tell exactly what the difference is.

Today, I ran in a large loop course. My run was a blend of a couple of routes that I used to do. I ran out in the Northern direction, turned back towards the office, but wasn't ready to return at that point. The day was too beautiful to go back indoors just yet. I continued along the path for a bit longer and just enjoyed being able to run. As Garminia clicked off the miles, she reported my mile splits. I watched the pace improve with each passing mile.

My mile splits as reported by Garminia were:
Mile 1: 8:52
Mile 2: 8:43
Mile 3: 8:39
Mile 4: 8:28
Last .52 miles: 4:14 (8:08/mile)

I wasn't sure why the pace was improving. I wasn't trying any harder in the latter miles. I wasn't even looking at my pace. I took in the information and happily kept on going. I returned to the office a short while later, happy that my best-laid plans had not been disrupted by the delay in their execution.

Following my run, I took one look at the staircase and made a b-line to the elevator. I didn't even attempt to tackle the many flights of stairs leading to my desk. I'm tired, but I am happy too.

I hope your run today was equally as enjoyable.

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Anne posted her Christmas questionaire. She urged us fellow bloggers to play along, so here goes. Click to read my contribution to the "Christmas Meme" thing.

1. Eggnog or hot chocolate? I love hot chocolate all of the time, but eggnog has its special place from Thanksgiving to New Years.
2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? Unless they are too big, Santa wraps his gifts.
3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? Colored.
4. Do you hang mistletoe? No.
5. When do you put your decorations up? After Thanksgiving and before Christmas – basically when I can get around to it.
6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Mashed potatoes
7. Favorite holiday memory as a child? I have a lot of favorite memories of Christmas as a child, but I always remember playing with my friends in the neighborhood. I loved to see what they got for Christmas, and show them what I got. That is why I love to stay at home on Christmas day.
8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I'm with Anne on this question. What do you mean by the "truth" ?
9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? Although we would sometimes open gifts on Christmas Eve back when I had to work on Christmas Day. We don’t open “gifts” on Christmas Eve anymore. We do, however, open new ornaments each year on Christmas Eve each year.
10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? Lights and ornaments (homemade and store bought) are placed with the Christmas music playing. The kids and I do it together.
11. Snow! Love it or dread it? If it were to snow again where we lived, I think I would love it. I don’t like driving to the snow though.
12. Can you ice skate? I can "sort of skate", if you could call it that.
13. Do you remember your favorite gift? The stuffed Snoopy was always my favorite.
14. What's the most important thing about the holidays for you? Being with the ones that I love.
15. What is your favorite holiday dessert? My favorite holiday desert is probably Pumpkin pie.
16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Exchanging holiday cards with old friends.
17. What tops your tree? Nothing right now, but we are in search of the perfect angel or star.
18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving? I like receiving the surprise gifts that people give. It is interesting to see what they pick out. I LOVE seeing the faces of those receiving the gifts that I have specially picked out for them.
19. What is your favorite Christmas song? “Silent Night” and “O Holy Night.”
20. Candy canes? To look at, but I don’t care to eat them much.
21. Favorite Christmas movie? “Merry Christmas Charlie Brown”
22. What do you leave for Santa? We leave cookies for Santa and Carrots for the Reindeer.

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We were on out way to shop for YaYa's Christmas gifts for the family. The new set of questions began firing from YaYa's inquisitive mind.

"Mom, did you know that Jesus' Birthday is on Christmas?!"

The conversation went from Jesus' Birthday to gift giving. I fired back questions to see what his view might be.

I asked him, "Why do you think that people exchange gifts on Jesus' Birthday?" YaYa didn't know exactly and I admitted that neither did I. He thought about it for a few minutes and it was decided that the gift giving was a way to celebrate Jesus' Birthday (since he was not physically present to receive gifts). We were both satisfied with this idea.

"And Santa? How does he fit in?" I probed.
That was the easy one. YaYa said that Santa rewards people for being good, just like Jesus wants us to be good people. Of course his theory didn't stop there. It was an interesting view, which I suspect might be slightly influenced by the Tim Allen movie, The Santa Clause. According to YaYa, someone "decides" that they want to be Santa and they have the job for a while. Then someone else takes on the job.

Well, from there the questions took on a new direction. All sorts of questions spewed forth.

Upon seeing the freeway signs, YaYa asked if Oakland or San Francisco was closer to us. That lead into the topic of football, and he began asking about which teams were better.

We talked about the difference between college and pro football teams. Naturally, that led into discussion on college and football player's "education." We talked about how players who were at college on football scholarships didn't actually study "football" but pursued alternate careers so that they would have something to take them beyond football.

The questions finally settled into careers and what careers people went to school for and which ones they didn't. Which careers make money and which ones don't make that much money.

YaYa thought that he would want to sell food when he grew up. I asked him if he meant at a grocery store or at a restaurant. "Which one do you go to school for?" he wanted to know. When I told him that a chef would go to a special cooking school, he wanted to know if a football player could go to school to be a chef.

After all of these questions, YaYa said that he didn't know yet what he wanted to learn about in college, but he was pretty sure that he wanted to play football or baseball.

Oh, his head is so full of questions. These are just a few, of the many things, that his inquiring mind wanted to know. It's a great thing, but exhausting too. We *did* manage to find some time, in between the questions, to find a special gift for everyone on his list.

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It was 5 years ago when the training for my 1st marathon was kicked off with the run that we called the Ho Ho Ho Run. On that Saturday, just before Christmas, we all gathered for our first long run and, with our Santa caps, attempted to spread the Christmas cheer. It was pouring rain that year and the people out on that day did not have much holiday cheer. Our Santa caps and running wear was soaked to the bones by the time we were done with that run. Our holiday cheer was not, and we also discovered some items (namely running raingear) to add to our wish lists.

The tradition has been kept alive; this year we were graced with a dry, crisp day for spreading our Christmas cheer.

It began at 6:45 am, when my alarm went off to alert me of my first morning run in months. I was looking forward to it and was, only slightly, nervous about running two consecutive days in a row. Cindy picked me up and we made a pit stop for coffee prior to heading to the park.

Cindy and I met Mark, Tori, Camile, and Margaret at the park. We were all fueled with a touch of caffeine, and hearts full of Christmas cheer as we headed down the trail. "Merry Christmas!" we said to one and all as we passed. And we were pleasantly surprised by the huge response of returned greetings.

After the 2nd mile marker, the path closed and we took a detour into the neighboring streets. I struggled to find dirt to run on and eased back on my pace a little. Margaret, who left my company 6+ months ago, ran with me. We caught up on the goings on of each other's lives as we watched Cindy and Mark move ahead of us.

Garminia was reporting a distance slightly shy of 3 miles when Cindy and Mark turned back. I had wanted to run 3 miles before turning back, but I turned around anyways. For a minute or so, Margaret and I were in the lead. It was a good thing that I turned around with them, because I nearly missed every detour sign along the way. I would still be lost in the neighborhoods if Mark wasn't there to set me on the right path.

We returned to the start with time to spare, or so we thought. Since we had agreed on a 1 hour run, the walkers of the group would not be meeting us for another 5 minutes. Having signaled for Garminia to stop the clock, at my bathroom stop, the elapsed time read 55 minutes. We continued across the bridge to the other side of the trail. As we did, Tori and Camile arrived (on time) to see us leaving the meeting spot. *opps; my bad.*

I ran until the distance reading was 6 miles and then I walked back. Mark and Cindy, of course, ran onwards and then back. The whole group gathered together again and we then made plans to spread our Christmas cheer elsewhere.

After the 6 mile run, which I am happy to report that my foot faired well, we made another pit stop for coffee. Again, we were met with more friendly cheer from the wonderful Barista. My post-run latte was not only tasty, but topped with the milk and coffee gently swirled to make a lovely leaf image - which looked a lot like a Christmas tree. It was just what I needed to finish off the morning run.

Ho Ho Ho!
Merry Christmas!

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It has been a trying week and I am glad that the weekend is finally upon us. After work, I picked up the kids and we went straight to pick up our Christmas Tree. BoBo and YaYa picked out a lovely Noble Fir (my favorite type tree) and led the efforts in hanging the ornaments that we have collected over the past years. I must say that it is a lovely sight.

The tree is up and the stockings are hung. I have a whopping total of four (4) Christmas cards out. Slowly but surely, it is feeling a little more like Christmas with every passing day.

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YaYa is bumping up against the Santa Claus question. He hasn't come out and asked me flat out if Santa is real, so I have not given him an answer. Instead he has told me that he "had a bad day."

"It's the Santa thing", he said, "some kids are saying that he isn't real, but others are saying that he is."
"What do you think, YaYa?"
"I think that he is real."
"It's more fun to believe in him."
"Yeah"

Well, that seemed to end the conversation. I was happy to have dodged THE question. That was yesterday; today there was more.

Apparently, there is a boy named Anthony who is invested in converting YaYa's belief. He told YaYa to look at the writing of Santa's labels and compare to Mom and Dad's. YaYa had told him that the writing *was* different.

"Why do you think that Anthony cares so much whether you believe in Santa?"

I wanted to know. I don't get it. Somebody ruined the magic for him, so he needs to do the same to someone else. But even thought Anthony thinks that he'll feel better from it, he won't.

"Would you be upset if you found out that he wasn't real?"

I can't believe that I was actually asking this question. He said, "Yes." I didn't ask any more questions after that one.

There is so much innocence in the children when they still buy into the idea of Santa Claus. I remember the excitement and delight of awaiting his arrival. I also remember when my brother, Bobby, ruined it for me.

Just like Anthony, my brother was invested in changing my mind. He followed me all they way to the bathroom and stood outside the door, with me trapped inside and unable to escape, and he convinced me that the whole Santa idea was a lie. And I was crushed.

"Christmas is more than about Santa" I said, trying to move the focus. "It's about the gift giving too. It about giving and receiving gifts from the ones that you love..." I didn't even get a chance to remind him about Jesus' birth.

The light turned green and as I began driving again YaYa changed the subject. Soon we were home and the focus was on BoBo and his grades. *sigh* Motherhood sure is challenging.

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Farley Drexel Hatcher (aka Fudge) accidentally swallows a bug in one of Judy Bloom's books. In the story, the young boy is very upset about the whole thing until he discovers that by doing so he has become a part of a club. I believe it was the ISAF (I Swallowed A Fly) club. Acceptance into the club membership is NOT an active decision; the members are "chosen" so to speak. Fudge, the new member of the ISAF Club, was proud of newly acquired bragging rights.

Well, I have bragging rights too. I have earned a lifetime club membership from today's run alone. I don't even know how many of these flying bugs voted me into the membership. It appeared that I was the unanimous choice among the bugs of flight however.

I might add, that swallowing bugs is no easy feat. Swallowing bugs while running AND breathing is an especially difficult task. I must boast that I am talented in this skill. Now that I have bragged about my new honorable entry into the "club", if you will excuse me, I have to brush my teeth.

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I had about 5 different topics that I began writing about for today's post. My head is full, but not of any intriguing thoughts of running wisdom. Instead, you get this:

I have been reminded that I have been "breaking the rules." I don't know whether these rules are technically running rules or blogging rule - perhaps BOTH. In my previous post, I actually meant for the focus to be more on my high heart rate, and less on my level of "fitness". That was my intention, but the fingers kept on typing, thus changing the focus of my writing by the time it was posted. Regardless, I have been scolded once again. Some things never change.

What else would you expect from me, Juls - who is trying to Keep Pace but ...isn't?
- I AM just coming off of the injury list.
- I AM sick.
- I AM essentially starting over.

I just can't resist posting on the "poor me" topic. This is especially true when I am feeling generally yucky or "ill". For those of you that have been injured (perhaps this includes all of you), you know that it is not easy to be where I am. I often dwell on what went wrong.

Was it the diet? I didn't really need to lose weight; there was nothing wrong with the weight of my body pre-diet. Now that I have re-started my exercise, I am right back where I started. I think it is where my body wants to be.

I begin my runs cautiously, and try to stay tuned to the messages from my body. I want to be past this stage already. I want to be able to lace and go as far as I want. Instead, I run close enough to work that I could walk back if I need to. I want to let loose and push the pace again. But my body is not ready yet. It tells me to get on dirt whenever I run on slightly uneven pavement. I feel the hard pavement jarring on the outer edge of my foot. It is subtle, but it is there.

Could it be that this illness is my body's way of slow me down from running too far, too often, too soon? I've become a connoisseur of cough drops and have surrounded myself with boxes of Kleenex. I need tissue available at any given moment so that I may attempt to expel the stuff that fills my head, be it mucous or thoughts of woe and self-doubt. It doesn't work, but still I try repeatedly.

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Do you know how sometimes you can feel horrible, then go running, and actually feel better when you are finished? I'm serious about this! Humor me; just tell me that you know what I am talking about.

*sigh*
What-EVER.

Well, I know that "sometimes" a run *has* made me feel better. Today, I needed to "clear my head." Nearing desperation, I took a chance that I might feel better. I couldn't go it alone though; I wanted some moral support. Not human support. Instead, I brought my friends Garminia and myPod for support; they just go with the plan and never complain.

It wasn't a pretty sign in the first few miles. I tried to sooth my throat my sucking on a cough drop - which is not easy to do when you are unable to breath through your nose. I gasped for air, coughed, and spewed icky substances along the way.

My maximum heart rate (MHR) climbed to 182 today. Having my MHR this high isn't unusual for me, except that I was only averaging 9:00/mile pace, rather than really pushing the pace. Garminia just reported the number; she didn't mock my being out of shape. I am more than capable of doing that myself. *sigh* I have much room for improvement where fitness is concerned.

By the time I finished my run, I actually *did* feel a little better. I only enjoyed having a clear head for a short period of time however. The yuck rapidly returned to my head and nose. Oh, woe is me. *sniff*

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Well, being up late at nights, and being on the go from sun up to well past sun down has finally caught up with me. My throat has been scratchy for at least two weeks. I haven't been in a hurry to lace up my running shoes again. I figured that by today enough time would have passed to adequately rest the foot.

Today, however, my whole body aches. I'm tired and I have a horrible headache. My run will be further delayed. The foot is healing, and now the body must do the same.

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The holiday "gala" for my work was nice. It wasn't the same as it has been in the past. This year, instead of each of the departments hosting their own party, the two companies (that recently came together in our building) all shared the same event.

I was big; no, it was HUGE. There were so many people there that it was hard to find anyone that you actually knew. I connected up (via cell phone) with two other people from my old department and their spouses for dinner. We had a nice time, and laughed about some of the funny events from the past year.

When the dancing began, we looked over at the packed dance floor and opted to stay put. Was that ballroom dancing? The music, though familiar, was not as the typical dancing music that I could fake my way through. My moves aren't really what you would call "dancing" anyhow.

BoBo's Winter Ball would be a different experience. Even though he has only been at his school for four months, he was sure to meet up with people he knew and have a great time.

With this being BoBo's first year in high school, he has never been to a formal event. There was a little running around to make the final preparations. From getting the tuxedo to ordering the corsage, it was a new experience for him. I was, of course, delighted to see my young boy all grown up - well almost grown up. Let's not rush things too much.

He invited a close friend of his to share in this event. The young lady has been a dear friend of his for many years. Her Mom dropped her at our house a few hours before the dance began. We took our share of pictures. The couple was pretty camera shy in the beginning photos but as time passed and the joking continued, they relaxed a little.

Aren't they cute?

I know that some of the couples probably went out to dinner before the dance, but the logistics seemed a little complicated being that BoBo doesn't drive. We came of with a plan to do a nice dinner at home. After dinner, the couple watched TV, and relaxed by the fireplace until it was time to go.

Since BoBo, unlike yours truly, can actually dance, I am certain that they will have a ball at the "Winter Ball" tonight.

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Getting into the holiday swing has been slow coming this year. Normally, I'm mailing out my Christmas cards the weekend following Thanksgiving. This year, I never even purchased the cards. Likewise, I've received only one card - from BoBo's ex-girlfriends' Mother. She was the only one. At this rate, we will be sending out Happy New Year cards instead.

The holiday gala is slowly taking effect. We toured the neighborhoods on Wednesday (by foot) and Thursday night (by car). There are some houses that have gone ALL OUT in dressing up their homes.

Then this morning, YaYa and I rocked out to Bruce Springstein singing Merry Christmas Baby playing on the local radio station. They plays all Christmas music this time of year. As I made my way to work, Alvin and the Chipmunks really brought it home for me.

With that bit of holiday cheer, I slipped out at lunch today to get my Christmas shopping started. Yes, I will have another day without running. I have to put my chores ahead of my running for a while. It's not like I have any races on my calendar so what does it matter. Anyhow, I got it started. Now I just need to pick up the momentum. Time is running out. Let the shopping begin.

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Christmas is a special time for me. Being born around this holiday, I have a special fondness for the month of December. But December is quickly slipping past me. I am running around like a chicken without a head. Every moment is either scheduled or spent trying to catch up on all that needs to be done. My house is a mess. I haven't even begun my Christmas shopping.

What's more, I have a company party tomorrow night and haven't even thought about what dress I will wear to it. As for the SHOES, that will be another problem; I don't want to jeopardize my foot healing but I, also don't want to look funny.

We have a little kickback family thing that we do. DD has already inquired on the "plan" to verify that the seemingly simple traditions will occur. New ornaments for the year (1 per family member) opened on Christmas Eve, presents and "Dad's (Tom) breakfast", a family hike, and a nice steak dinner. I have much to do just to get prepare for it. Namely, the presents still need to be purchased.

In the meantime, my Little Sis' called today to say that Big Sis' is coming down Christmas day for dinner at her house. She wanted me to drop my plans and come too. I refused. That probably took me right off of her Christmas card list. She said that Christmas was "supposed to be a Family holiday". I agreed, but told her that for me that meant my immediate family.

This isn't a new thing that I have instilled; I have had this going for at least the past 15 years. In addition, I already told Big Sis', on Monday, that I would not come on December 25th. I had suggested that we go for a brunch on the 26th, since Big Sis' insisted that this was the only days off that they had. I guess she didn't like that idea. So, they will have Christmas dinner without me - that is just fine. I told Little Sis' that we "might" stop by during the day for a visit but would NOT be staying for dinner.

Is it so wrong to want a day to be home?

With all of the stress of working and parenting, I just want:
- one day to not have a set schedule of appointments to keep,
- to just sit around in a mess of wrapping paper and toys,
- and watch the kids play.

Selfish?
Maybe, but that is what I want for Christmas.
A little kid-free time to go shopping would be nice too.

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Mark (aka the running blogfather) posted on the run that wouldn't end. Sadly, I had a similar experience.

There were too many things going against me:
Fairly early in the run, I felt the inner edge of my shoe insole rubbing against my foot. Of course it would have to be my right foot. "Oh shoot," I thought. I'd felt this same thing yesterday but had since forgotten it. My encounter with the road rage momma pushed my plans to cross train right out of my awareness. I stopped at my turn around spot and tried readjusting my insole.

On the way back, the rubbing continued. I sensed that I was avoiding pronation because of it. My "twinge" had returned and was now progressing towards "pain."

But that wasn't enough; nature was calling (or rather "yelling"). I could not afford to walk. I trudged onward until I hit the bathroom.

I moved my insoles around again putting my sorbothane layer under the stock shoe insole. My foot thanked me. But the damage had, apparently, been done. My foot was not happy when I slipped back into my work shoes that house the hard Foot Max orthotics.

I could blame it on the full moon, or I could take it as a sign that I need a day off.
Tomorrow, I will rest.

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I am still shaking from road-rage momma, who went ballistic three miles after I cut her off. Yes, admittedly, I was at fault - or at some percentage of fault. I have my reasons, however, for turning right into the intersection when she was clearly there; her turn signal was blinking, signaling a right hand turn that was never made.

I *had* looked, saw that she was making a right turn, and that the next car was well behind. I looked right, careful that all of the high school kids stayed on the curb and crept out into the intersection only to find that she didn't actually plan to turn right at the street she was approaching but, rather, wanted to pull in on the right AT the crosswalk. I guess her teen cannot walk a few houses to reach the crosswalk. I digress.

It was a near miss for which I felt bad about. I carefully drove onward and, within a minute, she was following close behind me. I was ready for her to pull up beside me and I would say that I was truely sorry. Nearly three miles had passed before she made her move.

She pulled down her window and I did the same. Before I got a word in however, she launched out with, "You effin' b!tch! I have three kids in this car..." *sigh* I watched her rant, tried to stay calm, and hoped that she wouldn't get into an accident driving that way. My apology would not matter to this enraged lady - even if I could get a word in. I kept it to myself.

By the time I got YaYa to his school, three blocks later, he was shaking and in tears. And *I* am the effin' b!tch?! I told him that it was okay, that "she was just mad and scared." A few hugs later, and he seemed to be okay. I dropped him off at school and found that as I got behind the steering wheel again, I was now shaking too.

*deep breath*

If I thought that I could get away with it, I'd go for my run NOW. But alas, I need to work. I have something to look forward to, and perhaps by then I will be done shaking.

*more deep breaths* - until it is time for my run. Thankfully, I have my running again. Road-rage momma should probably take up running too - it could really help her...and her three kids. I imagine they might be a little shook up too seeing their Mom doing her MAJOR freak attack. *another deep breath* - okay, I'm okay now.

Drive safe, look both ways, and do NOT trust in the blinking lights.

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Some things are basic; but I'm a little out of practice at this running at lunch thing. When I arrived in the locker room, discovering that I had forgotten my jog bra, I was determined that I *would* be running today at lunch. The day was wonderfully sunny, meaning that the tights that I had packed were a little too warm for the day. These things did not stop me.

Since I did have a short-sleeved shirt, I wore that with the tights. These two pieces were not ones that I would normally pair up. *sigh* Oh well, people were going to get a nice view at my backside whether they liked it or not. I tried to slip through the halls un-noticed, but there were people all over. I am sure that I was not the sight of corporate professionalism, but I need a run today that is worthy of calling a "run".

I got all wired up as I did a few stretches for good measure. It is amazing to me just how tight my muscles have gotten doing essentially "nothing." The first 2-3 minutes were on pavement. I could feel my peroneal tendon stretching with each footfall. By the time I hit the uphill, however, the foot was comfortably plodding along. I then became aware of my breathing. I am so out of synch with where my mind wants to be; it was silly of me to expect that I could just power up the hill as if I never stopped running. Thankfully, the hill is short. A few minutes later I was rolling easily down the other side, carefully negotiating each step of the rugged dirt path.

I made my way past the many people strolling in the park, past the ducks and geese, and around the little lake. Before long, I was heading back towards my office building. Back in the locker room, I had the dilemma of the sweat soaked bra. I pulled my work shirt on and went back to my desk to see what further madness had been delivered to me via email. I hoped that the sweat would stay put, not penetrate my work shirt, and dry up before my 2 pm meeting. Corporate professionalism for the price of a run worthy of being called a "run".

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With my working from home today, for YaYa and my doctor appointments, I was on email early this morning. I was pleasantly surprised as the comments from the blog-o-sphere began rolling in. There have been many of you have continued logging onto my blog during my down time from running. I really appreciate the continued interest and encouragement during my stay on the injured list.

For those who were 1st to offer comments on my most recent posting, Thank you so much. This means you: Dori of She Do Run Run, 21st Century Mom, Waddler 26.2, and Jeff of Time to Run. I appreciate EVERYONE's encouragement as I make my way back on the road to my BQ. Although Boston Qualification feels farther away then ever, I know in my heart, that I *will* get there someday.

In the meantime, I am looking forward to feeling the wind blowing in my face, my ponytail swinging to the beat of my running tunes, and feeling the exhilarating rush of making it to the top of the BIG hill at my favorite open space preserve. I am even looking forward to getting drenched with rain while out on a long run. I realize that I am jumping ahead of myself, having only logged 1 real run so far; still I am enjoying "looking forward".

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The 49er game had just started when I laced up my shoes and took to the road. As I plodded down the street I thought of the California International Marathon. I should have been there too; I wanted to be running with all of you who were there on this absolutely beautiful December day in California.

CIM has a maraFUNrun (2.62 miles) that goes on as the marathoners are in their early miles. Family and friends can participate and keep occupied in the early hours of their finish line waiting. I thought of all of the runners out there doing the 26.2 miles at CIM. I ran 2.62 miles, the maraFUNrun distance, in honor of the race and for those racing. Go Running Blog Family, and Go Linda (my big sister).

I ran to the nearest school and ran circles around the grounds. My run was kept to mostly grass and dirt, which I figured, would be an easier transition back to running for my susceptible foot and ankles. The run was not exciting. It was not easy either. Instead, I felt the effects of 8 weeks of nearly no physical activity.

I expected my foot and ankle to be stiff, but I did not expect (who knows why) the rest of my body to so challenged. But my body WAS challenged. My breathing was strained for at least the first mile, and my legs were stiff as well. This was all a reminder that it will take some time to get back to where I was before my injury.

When I returned home, I found the 49er game still on the TV, but the room was empty. Instead, our little niners were head to head with the neighbor niners in the backyard.

Go Lil' Niners!

As I watched them play, my heart went out the YaYa who tried to hold his own against his big brother (cast and all). Of course the odds were stacked against him, and he melted down in protest now and again. It's hard not being able to do the things that you normally can do easily.

Tomorrow, YaYa's ankle will be freed once again and, hopefully, for good this time. I have a feeling that he will bounce back quickly and will be back holding his own against his brother and the neighbor kids.

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This morning, I made the decision to go boot-free since my 3 weeks were "technically" done. Yesterday, I started back on the exercises and stretches that my physical therapist had prescribed a month ago. This time around, it actually feels good. My ankle and foot are gradually getting used to being free from the boot. The stiffness is easing up, and the stabilization musculature is coming back. I think that I am on the right track ; I am on the road to recovery...finally.

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I was sitting at my desk, torn on what to do for physical activity. The outdoors was calling to me. My workout bag sat in the nearby chair. I had options.

My tentative plan was to "try" to make the water running class this evening. I knew that in all likelihood, it would not happen. Not only is it not convenient to home, but the childcare is only open until 7 pm on Friday. The water running class goes until 7:25 pm. If YaYa's leg wasn't in a cast still, he could be in pool with BoBo for recreational swim. It is in the other part of the same pool as my class and has a lifeguard.

With the childcare issue, I was back in the boat of needing some sort of physical activity. Anything. But what? What's a girl to do?

As I mentioned yesterday, my transition back to running had a set back. There was a residual "twinge" that I was feeling whenever my foot flexed past a certain point. I had felt this same "twinge" when I would stretch my foot in the morning during the past couple of days. I had been doing well, so I was puzzled.

What was the change? I thought back on the week.

On Monday, I ran on the 'mill x 2.5 miles. I felt fine all day.

On Tuesday, I worked out on the spin cycle. This was a decision that I made to ease back into running slowly. I didn’t want to push my luck trying to run two days in a row.

On Wednesday, I decided to try removing the Foot Max orthotic from my boot and my shoe because it has been hurt to stand in one place for long. Although it took me a while to realized it, the ill effects of that decision began playing out by the afternoon. This was the day that I tried to run again, but the foot said “no.” I rode easy on the recumbent bike. I didn’t even break a sweat. Later that evening, I swam and that was a good workout.

On Thursday, when my foot was hurting early in the day, I realized that I forgot to switch the insoles back to my Foot Max orthotics. I was already at work; it was too late for the change. I skipped my workout all together. I returned the orthotics to my boot and shoe as soon as I got home. Relief was immediate.

Today, as I stretched in the morning, I could feel the difference. Reluctant to celebrate, I did some foot circles in bed. By my lunch break, I was still feeling fine.

I needed a workout, but what would I do? I didn’t want to push my luck by adding a run. I opted for 50 minutes on the unNatural Runner. It was a boring, but pain-free workout. My foot didn’t even “twinge.”

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