If you’re wondering which race I’m referring to, it’s this one.
Back at the beginning of April, I began feeling a pain in my belly button when I bent over. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but as a few days went by, the pain only got worse. At the time, I still had in my belly button ring from when I got it pierced when I was 13, and I thought it might have to do with that, but then after a few days, I noticed a bump inside of my belly button that was painful.
My roommate is wise and she told me to go to a doctor. She said it might be a hernia. I google imaged umbilical hernia (here’s a tip: don’t do that) and got freaked out and went to the doctor the following day.
This doctor confirmed that I had an umbilical hernia and that I should go to a local oncologist to get it evaluated further and then schedule surgery to repair it, if necessary. The oncologist recommended I get the surgery, so I scheduled an appointment for three weeks away, the closest appointment I could get.
The oncologist explained the recovery for the hernia repair, and explained that I would not be allowed to do anything other than walk for at least four weeks. At this point, it was the end of April, and my appointment wasn’t scheduled until the second week in May, meaning I wouldn’t be allowed to do any training for the race, and technically, I’d still be recovering from surgery. So I contacted the Hartford Marathon Foundation and got a refund. So, there’s that.
In the end, once I took my belly button ring out, and there was no continuous pressure on the hernia itself, the pain subsided. I spoke with my primary doctor, and when I asked if I could postpone my surgery until the winter, when I can’t really do any fun exercise anyway because of the weather, he said it was fine as long as there was no pain during the time until then. So…I canceled my appointment and I have yet to reschedule it, and I’m not sure if I will.
The doctor said I can run and do other forms of cardio but I shouldn’t do any crazy lifting due to possibly straining myself even more. I’d like to start lifting heavy again (which is actually what I think did this to me anyway…not gonna lie, I think it was CrossFit), but I can’t do that until this thing is repaired. And since my goals kind of shifted as a result of my missing long distance running so much, I’ve decided to focus on that.
I’ve had some good runs recently and have tried to be consistent more than anything else. And I began looking at races again and trying to map out a training schedule based on two races that I’d like to complete this fall. I’m definitely interested in one more than the other, but I’m nervous about how my training will go with:
- Coaching (again!) this fall at the local high school, and thus having 11- and 12-hour days again, on top of getting in my 3- to 10-mile runs during the week. Obviously, the 3-milers won’t be an issue, but fitting in 10 miles might be after a long day, which means I will need to suck it up and get up early…
- A 9-day trip to California to see my brother (possibly…this all depends on how the launch of the new TV network he’s working for goes) and Adam. It’s shouldn’t be too much of a difference weather-wise at that time of year, but the biggest thing will be getting out of bed to go for a 13- and 18-mile run in the morning. Again, I’ll have to find motivation to peel myself away from the comfort of my brother’s and Adam’s house for 2-3 hours. By this point though, I imagine I’ll be feeling so good about things and looking very much forward to my long runs that I will be okay with it…
So, once again I’m rambling and I’ve veered off from the main topic here.
So to summarize:
I’m pretty sure I got a hernia from lifting too heavy at CrossFit. I withdrew my registration from a half marathon in the beginning of June because of the aforementioned hernia and surgery I had scheduled to repair it. I postponed my surgery until the winter. I’ve decided to focus back on long distance running because I miss it so much. I have two races I’d like to run this fall but we will see how that goes because of a crazy-busy schedule in the fall, and general laziness on my end.
But one of the races is in a really fun city right around my birthday and I thought about making a trip out of it with a bunch of people.
Still rambling, gonna cut this off now. But had to get my thoughts out and openly discuss what happened and then kinda-sorta openly discuss my plan to run these races for some kinda-sorta accountability. The end.
I was watching the race live online. Then I stepped out of my office for an hour to grab lunch.
My friend Kerri ran Boston for her third year in a row, and I spent part of my morning tracking her status online until I left the office. When I got back to my office and got news of what happened, I immediately thought of Kerri. I checked her status and saw that she had crossed the finish, and then checked her Facebook page. She hadn’t updated, but a friend had posted on her account. She didn’t have her phone with her, but she was safe. I was relieved. Later, as she posted a status update (as did her boyfriend), I learned that had she run a mere 10 minutes slower, she likely would’ve been crossing the finish around that time.
When I learned she was okay, my thoughts then turned to all of my other friends in Boston, all of whom are fortunately safe.
Then, my thoughts turned to the rest of the runners at yesterday’s marathon, particularly when I saw a video of the finish line as the bombs went off.
I began thinking about how those runners felt to be approaching the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Of all the races, this is the race.
I thought back to how I felt when I approached the finish line of the marathon I did in Las Vegas. Throughout the second half of that marathon, I was physically and mentally struggling to finish. So many times, I wanted it to be over. My hips and knees screamed at me. My mind told me I couldn’t finish. But with each mile marker that I passed, came new hope and a strong realization that I would finish. So when I crossed the 26-mile marker, I was ecstatic. I was emotionally drained from the race and hitting walls. I was in a fog. I was relieved and excited and in awe of myself. And as I crossed the finish line, those feelings all disappeared. The cheering crowd took over, my feet shuffled over the finish line and all that was left was the realization that I had just run 26.2 miles. I finished a marathon.
So thinking back on all of this, I just imagined all of those feelings coupled with the confusion, disorientation, and panic that any runner (or spectator) felt yesterday. I imagined how it would feel to be approaching that finish line, with all the positive feelings of knowing you were about to finish, but the feeling of being so exhausted that you simply just wanted–no, needed–to finish, only to hear explosions going off around you, screams piercing the air, and the steps of spectators running away from the finish line, which just moments before represented the months of training, the miles logged, the anxiety leading up to the race, the fatigue and mental breakdowns, and the reward for getting through all of it.
And that’s just it. I can’t think about it or clearly imagine it, because all I can do is associate the completion of a race to something positive, especially when it comes to races like Boston.
It’s unreal. And though I’ve tried to put my feelings and thoughts into words, I can’t. Once again, there are no words. I don’t know what to think or what to say. And I hate that the Boston Marathon will forever be marred by what happened, and that yesterday, which should’ve been a day to celebrate achievements and money raised for charities and PRs, will instead be a day of tragedy.
Saw this on a couple of other blogs and thought it would be fun. So here I go.
The ABC’s of Me.
Addictions: My dog. Adam playing guitar. Peanut butter.
Bed size: Had a full all my life (excluding when I lived in a dorm), but bought a queen bed when I moved in November.
Chore you hate: Putting away my clothes after doing the laundry. I fold them out of the dryer but sometimes don’t put them away for weeks.
Dogs or cats: I like them both, but I love dogs. Especially Maeby.
Essential start of your day: Coffee. Imperative.
Favorite color: I’m a big fan of dark purple.
Gold or silver: Silver.
Height: My goal when I was younger was to be 5’6″ but you can’t set goals revolving around your height, because you either are or you’re not. Sadly, I’m 5’4″.
Instruments you play (or have played): I played the flute from 4-8 grade. I was pretty good at it.
Jobs titles you’ve had: Babysitter. Cashier. Waitress. Intramural Referee. Assisted Living server. Assistant to the Senior Writer. Assistant Coach at a college. Assistant Coach at a high school. Business Analyst. Marketing Assistant.
Kids: Depends on the kids…I love my niece and nephew. They’re pretty great. One day I do hope to have my own.
Live: Connecticut. Massachusetts for five years.
Mom’s name: Sue. My brother and I call her Crazy Sue.
Nickname: There’s a million of them. I won’t even begin.
Overnight hospital stays: None.
Pet peeve: Anything involving people not being able to drive. When people leave the sponge in the sink.
Quote from a movie: One of my favorites is from Wedding Crashers. “We have no way of knowing what lays ahead for us in the future. All we can do it use the information at hand to make the best decision possible. It’s gonna be fine. Your whole life is gonna be fine.”
Christopher Walken is so wise.
Right or left handed: Righty.
Time you wake up: Usually between 6:30 and 7:30. I have a hard time sleeping in and Maeby usually wakes me up by then anyway.
Underwear: My favorite pairs came from this wonderful store in London called New Look. There was one like half a mile away from me and I’d go shopping there all the time.
Vegetables you dislike: I can’t think of any. I pretty much love everything.
What makes you run late: Forgetting something. I have to go back.
X-rays you’ve had done: Broke my thumb playing field hockey in high school, got hit below the eye with a field hockey ball in college, and got into a car accident in March 2011. I got x-rays for all of those.
Yummy food you make: Everything I make is good. But I am a big fan of taco salads, which I make with this awesome chicken chili I make. I’m not sure if it counts as cooking. Adam can attest to this. It’s kind of sad because I eat one everyday and will never tire of them. Oh, and also everything I bake.
Zoo animal: Polar bears. Always. Also, this gazelle that Adam and I saw at the San Diego Zoo.
First half marathon of the year.
Left Maeby at my mom’s house so I could run some errands before and after work.
Off to the post office I went, to send out the brownies I made on Sunday, along with some other handmade things. Sometimes I get creative. This was one of those times.
After work, I stopped by my mom’s house and picked Maeby up. She was wiped out the rest of the night.
Tuesday started off with an early-morning run before work, while watching the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother…
Then I caught the beginnings of a beautiful sunset on my way out of work…
Came home to find a package sitting in front of my bedroom door. The roommate had picked it up and put it there. I knew it was an early Valentine’s Day gift from Adam, and I was so unbelievably happy about what it was, because I have wanted this print for awhile now…
Then Maeby cuddled up to me…
And cuddled up to me even more because she is definitely the most cuddly dog ever…
And then my roommate took this ridiculous picture of us. My dog looks jacked, by the way. I swear she’s not that muscular at all. She’s also not a big dog…
Caught another beautiful sunset.
Went to Crossfit.
14 minutes AMRAP:
5 push press 135/95 (scaled)
10 goblet squats 53/35 (scaled)
15 kettlebell swings 53/35 (scaled)
=7 rounds plus 6 kettlebell swings
Then Skyped with Adam, because he got his gift in the mail.
Morning time with Maeby.
Adam sent me flowers. I feel terrible because they didn’t get to me and when he contacted the company, even though he ordered them to arrive at my work before 5:00 pm, they told him they wouldn’t be able to get to me on time and they’d bring them on Friday. I’m not upset, I just feel terrible, because I know he put was really excited about it. To be honest, I’m just thrilled by the fact that he thought to do it.
Came home and ate some leftover Indian food. Chicken saag? Yes please.
Then Skyped with Adam for awhile.
Early morning walk with Maeby, caught the sun rising…
Got some good news regarding Adam’s birthday present. I won’t post about it since he sometimes reads here, but…great news. Great, great news.
Flowers from Adam! They made it. I got into work, and just as I was putting my lunch away, I noticed the delivery guy dropping off the flowers I was supposed to get yesterday, but didn’t. They were absolutely perfect and I couldn’t wait to get them home and put on my windowsill.
Maeby got one of her Christmas presents…finally.
Made chevre and fig preserve-stuffed chicken breasts.
I took Maeby for a walk and experienced something pretty scary. The good news is that I’m okay and Maeby is okay. And all is well.
Morning errands. A couple inches of snow fell overnight and everything looked beautiful.
Visit with my grandma. She’s 96 years old, by the way.
Treadmill workout while watching “Tiny Furniture“…ran a total of 4 miles, walked a couple, and did abs.
And now just hanging out with the roommate and enjoying the weekend.
California in less than a week!