Tag Archives: half-marathon

The Boy Is Benched

16 Dec

We went to an orthopedic doctor today for an assessment of the thumb that has been giving Joey so much pain. A powerful basketball pass is the culprit, we know that much, we just aren’t sure why the boy is not getting better. An X-ray two weeks ago revealed no fracture, and we were told the problem was likely a deep bruise. But a bruise would have disappeared by now, and this so-sore appendage is showing no improvement. At all.

Another X-ray this afternoon, then the orthopedic guy confirmed no break. He suspects Gamekeeper’s Thumb (aka Skier’s Thumb). It all boils down to a strained ligament, which could be torn all the way through, which is why Joey will have an MRI next week. If torn, we’ll discuss options for fixing (maybe a cast, maybe surgery, we just don’t know at this point). In the meantime, Joey is wearing a thumb stabilizer, (trying) to ice four times per day, taking Ibuprofen as needed, and refraining from use (well, except for use while fishing).

Such a bummer. Joey was really loving his basketball team, and he really wants to keep playing. Will he get a fresh start at the game? We sure hope so.

Ahhh, but that’s not all.

Joey’s heel has also been bothering him (not as bad as the thumb, but still a pain), so we had today’s doc get an X-ray peek while we were in his office. Also no break. Probably plantar fasciitis, the most common cause of heel pain. Another ligament, this one  connecting the heel bone to the toes. We’ve got a heel cup now, and, sadly, Joey will need to scale back on the running. Half-marathon? We’re thinking not. (Will I continue to train? Oh, I don’t know.)

Joey is discouraged, feeling like he’s back at square one, watching his basketball buddies pass him by and logging all those training miles for nothing. The running is not a waste, I told him. He still conquered his longest run ever at four miles, and that’s an awesome accomplishment for a 10-year-old boy. Basketball, well, we will wait and see. That’s all we can do. That, and hope for a miracle that puts the kid back on the court and back in his running shoes.

Half Marathon Obstacle 1

1 Dec

The kid blew off half marathon training run 2 yesterday. Something about a deeply bruised thumb, throbbing pain even when he walks, a splint, bags of ice, blah, blah, blah. So, I ran our scheduled 2 miles alone, on the treadmill, with Rhianna in my ears, and an itch to finish the short run asap. It just wasn’t the same without him.

Training run 1 was great — all 3.2 miles of it. There were times I was convinced I could just keep going. Other times: not so much. It was the boy who kept me going throughout, though — his long body finding a smooth stride, the way his head bobbed to his music, his knack for never really looking fatigued or even breathing in my usual labored manner. I even sprinted (kind of) to the finish because he did. I can’t wait for re-do of that run.

Friday is training run 3, and, maybe he’ll make it. I mean, he thinks he can fish on Saturday, so, surely, he can conquer a few miles just before he launches a boat in the water and pulls in his usual red fish. No pressure, of course — he can heal for as long as it takes. I’ll keep running in the meantime as I eagerly await his return.

(NOTE: the injury is a result of basketball, not running.)

Half Marathon Training Run 1

28 Nov

First half marathon training run done! 3.2 miles conquered in perfect 50-degree temps with a little rain and up and down a few hills. Joey sailed through it, while I struggled to make running look as effortless as he did.

Headed for a Half Marathon

21 Nov

I ran a half marathon.

Once.

I have no desire to run one again.

No major complaints or anything, I just didn’t love it enough for a repeat performance.

That doesn’t mean I won’t pound the pavement again for 13.1 miles, though, because, just yesterday, my 10-year-old kid told me he’d run a half if I do it with him. That’s all it took — a little force motivation from Joey, and I’m on board. So on board, actually, we’ve already invested in new running shoes, peeked at a training schedule, and logged our first 2 miles together (well, not together, actually, more like me way behind him).

Joey and I shook on our deal to run for hours this winter in what will probably be freezing cold temperatures. We decided we’ll conquer through thick and thin. We’re in it for the long haul, and on February 19, 2012, we will cross the finish line, collect our medals, and I’ll probably declare for the second time that I won’t ever run another half marathon.

Unless, of course, some spunky kid challenges me again.

Welcome Back, Workouts!

17 Jan

It’s no secret to those who know me that I’m pretty accomplished at starting and stopping in the exercise department. It goes kind of like this: When I’m committed, I am committed. And when I’m over it, I am over it — like no desire, no motivation, no go. When I say I’m gonna run a half-marathon, I do it. I train like crazy, I don’t slack, and I run a half-marathon — no walking, because that would defeat the purpose of running a half-marathon. Get my point? I’m obsessive about my fitness feats when I’ve got a fire in my belly. And when the flame flickers out, I’m done.

Now, I’m not referring to total retirement here. I’m talking maybe a week or two of ditching, and then I make a comeback. It’s usually the guilt that gets to me, because, yes, exercise is good for everyone, but it’s extra important for me — stats say I can cut my chance of breast cancer recurrence by 50% with just 5 hours of strenuous movement per week, and it’s no mistake that my resting heart rate is low, and I can fit into my clothing of choice. I’d be a fool to abandon workouts for good. Well, if I want to continue living (and wearing my fancy new blue jeans), which I do.

It had been about a week of slouching when I woke up this morning and decided, Enough! Out to my garage treadmill I marched (I prefer the great outdoors, but it was pouring rain), and I spent an hour running, walking, and catching up on day-after Golden Globes commentary. Roughly 5 miles and 500 calories later, I felt so much better. Here’s the thing: I have never ever, ever, ever completed a workout and regretted it.

Do I regret skipping one?

Heck yea. And that’s why I’m back at it.

Well, for now, anyway.