February 15th, The Rundown

Good morning! Today is Monday, February 15th and I am in excruciating pain. So perhaps the cheery welcome was a bit forced. Or an exaggeration. Ok, it was an outright lie.  I confess.

Whatever, I need to find the truck that ran me down Saturday night. When I can move again, someone will be interrogated with tactics the likes of which would make Sayid proud.  Much like the threat of "wait until your father gets home," you should be very, very scared.

Until then I'll just have to keep bottles of Motrin and water nearby. 

To recap for those of you who weren't involved in the rundown; Saturday night my (so-called) friends and (ex) son and his friends asked me to play basketball with them during a youth night outing at the Howell Armory.  Like prey sensing danger, my head perked up.  Ears twitching, I scanned the horizon for the nearest escape but I was surrounded.  Rather than creating a frenzy with the scent of fear, I agreed. I should have just took a knee and let them devour me, it would have been less painful. 

Having played basketball through elementary, middle, junior high and high school, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad.  As a starting forward, our high school team was always very good, in fact we won the state championship in 1984 and always had very successful teams until I graduated.  It used to be part of my identity, my passion.  I was an ATHLETE for pity's sake.  No teenage boys were going to intimidate ME!  Plus, I was on the awesome new running plan, I was getting FIT.

Oh how the mirages of the past so quickly fade in the harsh heat of reality...

To spare myself the repetition of the ugly details, lets just say the last 20 years have not been good to my muscles. Or heart, or lungs...Several times I had fleeting thoughts of whether or not there was a defibulator on the premises.  Just in case.

And then, THEN, I was talked into going swimming on Sunday afternoon.  "It's good for sore muscles," I was told.  "Soothing."  "Relaxing."  Right. 

Sap that I am, again I listened.  And swam.  And played some water basketball with my (ex) (did I mention that?) son and friends.  WHEN will I learn?

So here I am today--typing gingerly, popping Motrin and guzzling water just to be able to call my pain excruciating. Someone (besides me) is going to pay for this fiasco.  Mark my words.  Heads will roll--just as soon as I can move.

If I can just give you one little piece of advice; don't let 20 years pass between you and the state championship.  It's just not worth the pain of trying to get back in shape.  Take my word for it. 

Until next time...keep running.  Seriously.  Don't EVER stop.  EVER.

Kasey
 

Feb 8th--W5D2 Playing Catch Up

Well hello friends!

I thought I'd take some time to catch up on my blog...it's been a while.  Yes, I am still running, I haven't given up yet.  Although it's an option I consider periodically.  Like yesterday. And today.  And probably tomorrow.

But no matter, the training is progressing and I am impressed with the fact that I am wearing one size smaller dress pants today than I wore in January.  I know, I know, it's not about the weight loss.  (yeah, right)  It's about getting healthy and doing what's right for my life and my family.  It's about taking control of my choices and making new healthy habits. It's......ok, that's enough of that.

It's about weight loss too.

I went to the doctor yesterday for my annual physical.  Everything was great except I am the same weight I was a year ago.  After a month of back breaking training, I am still the exact same weight???? What?  Are you kidding me?  Doesn't that scale know I just finished DAY 1 of WEEK 5 in the Couch to 5K training program!!!!???? Doesn't it realize that by Friday I'll be running 20 minutes STRAIGHT?????  How can this be?

I just don't get it.  Especially as I sit here in my smaller size dress pants...

So yeah, today I'm a bit frustrated.  But there is good news.  I've been blessed by being introduced to a great new nutrition program and some encouragement from a friend.  It's so great to have someone say, "put down the hot chocolate and whip up a smoothie" every now and then.

I've made it another day without having to tip toe to the nearest Walmart candy aisle where the chocolate beckons. Thanks to you, my will power survives. 

My weight may be the same, but there are always new things to appreciate.

Till next time, keep running!