After falling out of my blissful vacation haze, I headed to Gazelle's for a Sat. long run. It was great fun, but I could feel the vacation around my mid-section, so that was really a drag.
I hadn't visited the SPI guys in a while and I headed in to Pieter feeling tentative about my beach running foot blow out, but pretty good about the distance I'd been able to amass in Austin.
Summer is weird in terms of which child has what camp when, so I brought my son Aidan along for this visit. We were chatting in the waiting room for Pieter to come retrieve me and, I honestly don't know how this came up, but my son said something about me getting older. I'm sure it was kind of direct and realistic, but so starts the visit.
Troy is quite fond of reminding me at visits that my body is cooperating because, well, I'm old.
Now, it was Pieter's turn to chime in. A few tweaks and manipulations and Pieter is actually quite pleased with progress in spite of the beach running incident. We twist, turn, pull, push. Aidan is off talking to Taylor about the skeletons.
My age raises it's head again. I swear, I am not the one bringing it up. Perhaps I was complaining.
Pieter has a new term for my category -- aging athlete. Not advancing athlete, alternative athlete....no, aging. Troy, Pieter and honestly, Aidan all have a good little chuckle over this one. I'll take it...at least they called me an athlete!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Una Cubita, Pues, Pues
Ok, so, I just returned from the Dominican Republic, again...We love that country, what can I say. It was quite painful to return to the US and realize that I could not have a Presidente or Cuba Libre any time of the day. It was a much needed and restful vacation for Familia Sankar! Betty Ford Clinic, here I come!
In any event, LAST year, when I was faster and training harder, I ran 3 or 4 times on the beach in the DR. This year, I ran once...5 miles, but once. One time was all it took for the ham to raise it's ugliness inside my running shoe. So, I hit the gym instead at the resort and submitted to the Latin party side of me...ok, well, my husband is Latin, I'm Irish, but I pretend I'm a Latina.
This past Saturday, I braved a Gazelle long run. The Ragnar team was out in force and it was nice to see friends again. I was way behind the herd. Ah, that's my fate for now. I did run....drum roll....10 miles! It didn't feel too awful...what with Lorenzo Blanco and all the other cast of characters to chat with, including Double D and Dr. M.
It was really nice running in to DM and DV and catching up a bit.
I have to say, I'm really tired of being of injured. It seems like it's been an entire year. First the hip, then the foot. Forget 'bout it.
And, yes, my foot swelled up after the 10...if only I could have a permanent cold pool just to stick my foot in.
We'll see what the crew at SPI thinks this week...in the meantime...Una cubita, pues, pues...time for a cuba libre! I'm thinking of carrying some rum and cokes with me to the PT session! Wonder what Spears would say?
In any event, LAST year, when I was faster and training harder, I ran 3 or 4 times on the beach in the DR. This year, I ran once...5 miles, but once. One time was all it took for the ham to raise it's ugliness inside my running shoe. So, I hit the gym instead at the resort and submitted to the Latin party side of me...ok, well, my husband is Latin, I'm Irish, but I pretend I'm a Latina.
This past Saturday, I braved a Gazelle long run. The Ragnar team was out in force and it was nice to see friends again. I was way behind the herd. Ah, that's my fate for now. I did run....drum roll....10 miles! It didn't feel too awful...what with Lorenzo Blanco and all the other cast of characters to chat with, including Double D and Dr. M.
It was really nice running in to DM and DV and catching up a bit.
I have to say, I'm really tired of being of injured. It seems like it's been an entire year. First the hip, then the foot. Forget 'bout it.
And, yes, my foot swelled up after the 10...if only I could have a permanent cold pool just to stick my foot in.
We'll see what the crew at SPI thinks this week...in the meantime...Una cubita, pues, pues...time for a cuba libre! I'm thinking of carrying some rum and cokes with me to the PT session! Wonder what Spears would say?
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