Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Ready or Not!

I think it was nine or ten months ago that I said I would join the Ragnar team that Labor and Delivery was putting together.  I wasn't exactly committed but figured "what the heck."

I was doing pretty well running and getting ready for the Tri.  Then dad died.  I ran once between mid-Oct and about Christmas.  That was the Thanksgiving 5K.  OK maybe a few more times.

But I got back on track in early spring.  I gained some weight after dad died because on top of not running I also ate what I wanted.  It was my bad attitude time.  So the extra weight and the lack of running weren't really on my side but I'm tough.

I ran the St. Patty's day 5K with a decent time for the course (OMG the uphill was torture).  Then I ran the color race where I aggravated my foot and started dealing with plantar fascitis.  Its mainly under control; not healed but better.  I ran the Girl Scout 5K- kind of I had Keegan with me and that is a whole long story of him having an allergy attack.  Then I ran the Crack of Dawn 8K.  I was also faithfully running in between.  Then at Crack of Dawn (beautiful run down the canyon at 6 AM) I didn't stretch enough and ended up with a wonky knee.  So for the past ten days instead of running, I have been doing strength and resting the knee.

Ragnar is FRIDAY!!!!!  I start with a 3.5 mile flat in the middle of the day with a temp index of 90.  Water will be my issue.  But otherwise I can do that one easily.  My next run is somewhere in the middle of the night depending on the team.  It will be a 7 mile downhill and I can't wait for that one.  Even if my knee acts up I have to walk it I can't wait.  Then I end with a 5.5 somewhat uphill in the mid-afternoon. 

With my injuries I will be taping my foot, wearing my fascitis supports between runs, bracing my knee and wearing compression socks.  We have in our cooler: frozen water bottles for massage, ben gay sub zero (best stuff ever), icy hot, deep blue, heat packs and the Costco sized bottle of ibuprofen and Tylenol (we know how to piggy back our drugs).  My podiatrist friend said she could get me cortisone or lydicaine for my foot but we decided against it.  Plus its doing well. 

I can't wait for the experience and for it to be over.  Because then we start the great kitchen remodel!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Flying the Coop

Teaching prenatal classes I see these women who come to the first class and are still in the mid to late 2nd trimester.  They are still happy being pregnant and have dreams and visions of who this unborn child will be.   They look cute with their bellies and the new fangled idea of maternity clothes which was not what I wore in the 90's.  Then there is week six.  They are miserable and tired- still excited but the reality that this baby needs to get out has hit.  They want labor because it means they get their body back, can sleep on their tummies and won't have chronic heart burn.  Yes, its scary but they are ready to move to the next stage.

I believe that this is also what adolescents is about.  You love this child and are happy to help and protect him/her.  You do everything you can to help them grow and develop into the person you want them to be and then puberty hits.  With all the emotions and pushing away.  They are sweet and cute one minute and you think "oh I don't ever want them to go away to college" and the next minute they are bitchy and act like you have six eyes and you would pack their bags for them in a heart beat.  You start getting college brochures and you look for the one that is the furthest from your location that you can still afford.  Just like labor is necessary to move that baby to a new time in life, adolescents is necessary to make you want to have them move out.  The hope is that once you get to the new phase you will find an adult whom you can talk to on a different level.  One who doesn't make you feel like you are stupid and inept.  One who you might like to invite to Sunday dinner.

Just like labor to get through teens you need breathing techniques, support systems and maybe even drugs!  (for the parents, not the kids)

Kate moved out about 10 days ago.  She is living with a friend (I don't much care for this girl but I also can't say much since they are 19).  I guess you can say moved out but she hasn't taken much of her stuff.  Some clothes and a bulletin board but that is it.  I imagine she will be a boomerang child. 

So how do I feel about it.  I wish things had been a bit different.  I would have pushed for the dorms when she went to college last fall.  I didn't because they were full and then the idea of not paying that sounded good to me.  But then who knows maybe living with these crazy artistic friends isn't all that bad.  They don't drink.  My friend's daughter drank enough for alcohol poisoning which was bad enough until you remember she is diabetic.  (yes, she is OK but now living back at home instead of the sorority)

And the great news is that as we move toward adulthood with one, another is in the midst of adolescents.  Woo Hoo!  I now understand what my dad meant when he said "it's like a walking hormone around this house!"

At least I have Keegan to keep me young.  Someone who still thinks I walk on water and wants to snuggle.