tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211229302024-03-12T21:48:47.195-05:00Running Runs (most of) My LifeTraining. It's a work in progress...Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-33490584752252865442016-08-15T15:56:00.000-05:002016-08-15T15:58:37.836-05:00Countdown to [Hip Labral] Surgery<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>A shot of novacane inserted into my right hip</i>.</div>
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Nearly two and a half years ago, I began experiencing a pain in my right hip that got increasingly worse in a matter of weeks. It came out of nowhere with no event to attribute it to. Suddenly, it hurt to run.</div>
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So I stopped running and went back to physical therapy. It was a routine I knew all too well in my distance running career. A few weeks of PT and I'd be back on track to run the Chicago Marathon that fall. Unfortunately that was not the case. I remained in physical therapy for six months returning to the doctor several times with no resolution outside of a possible strained or torn muscle. The marathon came and went. Over time, I moved on from running and focused on yoga. Though my hip continued to bother me at times (periods of long sitting at work, sitting in low chairs, certain yoga poses), I wasn't in severe pain and had accepted this was my way of life.</div>
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As more time passed, I missed running. So when my new team at work mentioned earlier this year wanting to start a run club to train for the Corporate Challenge (a 3.5 mile race), I was game. We found a couch to 5K program and started training. It felt good to run/walk and work up a sweat. I was hopeful to run again. Within a few weeks, I was back to the familiar pain I'd experienced before. This time, I had had it. Something was wrong. If Northwestern couldn't get to the bottom of the problem, I would find a doctor and hospital that could. </div>
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A few weeks later, I had an MRI which shown a torn hip labral. Next, appointments with surgeons at Rush and Northshore specializing in hip labral surgery. Both told me the same thing - My hip's genetic structure had lead to a tear in two places of my hip's labral (the cartilage in the hip). The body cannot repair the labral on it's own, so I had two choices - Reduce my activities enough to escape pain (which I had already attempted by not running or limiting yoga over the last two years) or have surgery.</div>
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A month later, I had a shot of novacane inserted into my right hip and was then instructed to exercise. I ran. I jumped. I handstanded. I arm balanced. It didn't hurt. I felt like superman. This was a test to see if I would be a good candidate for the surgery.</div>
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Shortly after that test, I scheduled surgery for September. In the last few months, I have noticed new causes of pain for the hip outside of exercise. I know it's getting worse instead of better - and it's time to do something about it. </div>
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Over the course of this experience, I have heard a lot of "Well, it's because you ran/marathons." As if that's a valid reason to be in pain. (Why do people say stuff like that?) Truthfully, that is not my case nor the case with many others experiencing this.</div>
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Last week, I happened to catch a segment of Good Morning America. I never watch GMA, so it was truly remarkable that I was a captive audience when Lara Spencer's story came on about her hip replacement surgery. It brought me to tears. "It's not just me" was the first thing I thought. Hip injuries happen to young people and they account for 10% of the hip replacement surgeries. </div>
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Though my road to discovery has been a bit long, I am looking forward to recovery and returning to the activities I so miss. One day at a time. </div>
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If you haven't watched Lara Spencer's segment, you can see it <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/good-morning-america-anchor-lara-spencer-opens-hip/story?id=41269548">here. </a></div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-45721164877937076052015-06-27T15:35:00.000-05:002015-06-27T15:35:03.955-05:00Talking to a Future Marathoner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night, I talked with a guy who is training for his first half marathon. He explained his training so far. I tried to offer up tips on recovery weeks, gu and when to buy new shoes. He said he thinks this will be is one and only half, but then later mentioned the marathon.<br />
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Each story is unique. We come in all shapes, sizes and ages. We run for different reasons.<br />
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This story happens to be mine. All nearly 20 years of it. <br />
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In the fall of 1997, I was a freshman in college. That October, I witnessed an incredible event - my uncle ran the Chicago Marathon. <br />
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Watching someone you know and love take on a marathon makes the spectating experience a very personal one. First, you're likely on the sidelines scanning for one familiar face. Second, you know this person is not super human. They like Oreos and beer just as much as you do, though maybe not together. Watching this regular person you know run a marathon means that maybe, just maybe, one day you could call yourself a marathoner too. <br />
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Somewhere in between the first few miles of that race to when we met him in runner reunite, I'd decided I wanted to run a marathon. <br />
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But we all know that talking about doing something is much different than training for something. I ran on and off in college, but not more than a few miles and never with enough regularity to make it habit. I had plenty of excuses why I didn't have time. <br />
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After graduating in 2001, I bought my first book on marathon training, the Non Runners Guide to Marathon Training. The title appealed to me as at the time, I would not have called myself a runner. I read most of the book and xeroxed its training plan. That spring, I made my first unsuccessful attempt at training for the marathon. I barely made it through the pre-marathon training program and had hung up any chances of the race by June. Good thing I hadn't registered, I thought. <br />
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Though I know now I'd been making a lot of rookie mistakes, I had experienced my first true runner's high. Just enough to want to chase training further over the next few years. <br />
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In those early years, I was building knowledge on distance running though I wasn't running long distances. No more cotton socks or running shoes from Kohl's for this girl. I started working with a trainer and doing a mix of lifting and running. Later I introduced yoga. <br />
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Three years to the day after I graduated college, I ran my first 5k - a Reindeer Run at a Lifetime Fitness. That experience was rewarding enough to sign up for more 5ks the following spring and summer. The next year, I ran a 10k. <br />
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Now in grad school and closing in on ten years since I spectated the marathon, I needed to formulate a plan to make my marathon dream a reality. <br />
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I ran a few half marathons in 2007 with varying success. In 2008, I took the plunge and registered for the marathon. I would graduate that spring and felt that the time I'd spent studying for the last four years could now become training time. On an early October 80 degree day, I completed my first marathon. <br />
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Through the CARA (Chicago Area Runner's Association) Marathon Training program, I met like-minded runners who became friends. What I thought was a once-in-a-lifetime experience turned into six years of training. Six Chicago Marathons, one Marine Corps Marathon and over twenty half marathons. Distance running became my thing (hence the blog). I have some incredible memories, funny stories and great trips all bound by racing.<br />
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Who would have known watching a marathon would lead me down that path. Maybe the guy I talked to last night is next.<br />
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A person can buy a pair of "running" shoes anywhere, right? That's what we all used to think.<br />
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We all started with a pair of shoes we thought we could run with. The same pair of shoes we went to the gym in, or maybe the same pair we mow the grass in.<br />
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For most of us, that one pair end-all-be-all solution didn't last long. Our achy feet and knees told us it was time to step up and in to a real running shoe. We traded in a Kohl's purchase for a specialty running shoe store purchase. We no longer pick shoes by color or price, but by feel and experience.<br />
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Much the same can be said for the yoga mat.<br />
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My yoga practice started about ten years ago at Lifetime Fitness. Back then, I used the exercise mats the gym had. There were a few problems with the mats - They were too cushy for balance poses, the smelled horrible and they were too short.<br />
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That Christmas, I asked for a tall person yoga mat. Santa brought me one which met exceeded my needs and had none of the Lifetime mat's shortcomings. A year later, I moved and shelved yoga for years.<br />
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Two and a half years ago, that old yoga mat came back out as Sara and I toured yoga studios in the city looking for the right place. I first talked about my yoga mat evolution at that time <a href="http://laurabethkoch.blogspot.com/2013/01/finding-right-yoga-mat.html">here</a>, which lead me to purchasing The Mat by Lululemon.<br />
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The Mat is an amazing upgrade for anyone who sweats during practice. And for those of us who pour buckets in class, well, you love The Mat even more.<br />
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As months went by, the only problem I had with The Mat is there wasn't enough of it. As in, it's 72" length wasn't enough for my 74" tall body. Not to mention the shifting through poses in class which would position me far off the front or back end of the mat.<br />
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Santa answered my yoga wishes once again and brought me <a href="http://shop.lululemon.com/products/clothes-accessories/men-yoga-mats-and-props/The-Big-Mat">The (Big) Mat</a> by Lululemon. Not only is it longer than a standard mat (84" long) but it's also wider (29"). <br />
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The Big Mat (at 8 1/4 pounds) stays at the studio and my original The Mat usually lives at home or sometimes travels with me. That is, until last week when I decided it was time to wash the studio mat. I brought the regular mat to the studio and have been using it for the past week.<br />
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After using the standard length mat for a few sessions, I'm reminded what a difference that extra space makes on the longer mat! If you're tall (or find yourself in need of more mat space one way or the other), look into a bigger mat. It really makes a difference!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-48811072270424848212015-02-07T14:09:00.001-06:002015-02-07T14:10:09.367-06:00Marathoning [equals] Morning Person<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If there is one life habit that marathon training changed, is it's made me a morning person.<br />
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I remember my Mom trying to make me a morning person in my teens. I would fight her on it. Why would I want to get up that early when I could sleep? She would tell me that I might be pleasantly surprised in becoming a morning person. Those who rise early can get their to-do list done and still have a day ahead of them.</div>
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Well Mom, you were right.</div>
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However, like most children, I had to learn that lesson for myself.</div>
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Or by how I almost always opt to buy the first flight of the morning when I travel.</div>
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If I remember correctly, I fought the morning runs for as long as I could. I signed up for the latest (6:30am) Saturday long run group. I ran my midweek runs after work. </div>
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Certain race days or weekend long runs called for an earlier than 5am alarm. I think that's when it really hit home how much running was changing my sleeping habits. I was up and running some mornings before the sun rose. Or, on one occasion, Jeff, Jen, Sara, Kim and I were heading to run Fort2Base (a 12 Nautical Mile run from Fort Sheridan to Great Lakes Naval Station) while people were leaving the bars in Wrigleyville. </div>
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If there's one thing that's been truly strange about this past summer, it's that I didn't wake up before the sun rose to run. It was weird to sleep in past 6am during the week. I felt like I accomplished less last summer. That I missed out on weeks of mornings with a beautiful sunrise.<br />
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As I ease back into a running regimen (and while the city's sidewalks melt), I find myself looking forward to those spring and summer mornings. </div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-35158033533929989212015-01-29T12:20:00.000-06:002015-01-29T12:20:19.505-06:00Rats! [Part 3]Ah ha. Some of you thought the rat journey was over. Not just yet, my friends.<br />
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Before I pick up where I last let off, let me explain why I am writing a multi-part rat series on my running blog. When something like this happens, at first you're mad/frustrated/in tears...your choice of emotion. But after that passes, you need to find a fix. A plan of attack. And where better a place to look than Google, your local hardware store or rodent removal employee? These all seemed like logical places to look. Some gave great advice. Many gave quite poor advice. Throughout the last six weeks of last year, I just wanted someone, something, somewhere to give me the solution. The one set of actions that could, for once and all, make the rat stop eatting my car.</div>
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With that said, let me pick up where I last left off. As I recall, I was at my wits-end and had emailed my alderman, complete with pictures of the rat nest. I wasn't sure what the alderman could do. I just wanted him to know this was happening. </div>
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He assured me that his team would take a look at the property and surrounding area and provide me with updates. I told him he could call me as much as he wanted if it meant finding an end to the rat. Later that morning, after I had talked to Dan several times, I talked to Bill from the Rodents Department. </div>
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Dan and Bill confirmed that my alley had a serious rat infestation. Add to it the drop in temperatures before Thanksgiving, and you had many rats looking for a warm place to live. From the City's side, they could only do so much - they would elevate my area on the service list to bait and trap for the next few months. They said they would then inspect their work weekly to ensure it was working. </div>
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3. A good recommendation (if you live in a rural or suburban area) is to get a cat. The Treehouse Cat Shelter in Chicago has a feral cat program where you can adopt cats just for needs like mine. A few people told me about the program and it's one to look into if you can provide some basic needs for the cat.</div>
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Dan and Bill are the unsung heroes of my story. They provided invaluable information which hopefully now means rat-free car operation for myself and all my neighbors. However, if we ever have an issue again, you better believe I saved both of their numbers.</div>
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For the time being (and hopefully forever), this concludes my rat story. I hope it helps someone, somewhere find their way out of their rat hell. </div>
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All was good until that Sunday morning. Earlier in the morning, I had run some errands. I came back to shower and prepare to meet some friends for brunch. We walked out to my car around 11.<br />
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I started up the car as Nick put some items in the trunk. Then I heard and felt a thud from the front of the car. Puzzled, I looked in my rear view mirror where I could see Nick's face. Nick had a look of shock on his face. He then yelled for me. I rolled down the window so I could hear him. "It was a rat, this big..." he said, distancing the palms of his hands more than a foot apart.<br />
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I screamed and then turned off the car. We stood at the hood of the car and discussed what to do. We needed to open the hood. We knew that's what we need to do, but didn't know what to expect once we opened it. I grabbed two pair of gloves, a Jewel bag, a spray bottle of all-purpose cleaner (to clean up or stun a rat, potentially) and a stick.<br />
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Luckily, we had caught the rat in the act and scared it away before it caused any serious damage. As we continued to assess the damage, I began crying. Why does this happen? Why was this happening to my car?<br />
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More internet research followed. We now knew what we could only guess before - the culprit was, in fact, a rat. We had thought it was a rat from seeing them in my alley, but others had suggested a squirrel or mouse could be responsible.<br />
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I read up on rats nesting habits and it sounded like I was in trouble. Until the rat(s) who found comfort under my hood died, they were likely to come back to my car, again and again. Like other animals, rats leave their scent where ever they go, and so, my car had been marked.<br />
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I started parking my car out on a the street and few blocks away from my condo (and hopefully out of range of the rats who lived in my alley).<br />
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I went back to Home Depot and purchased two more rodent deterrent products - amonia and Repels-All. Repels-All main ingredient is '"animal blood" and man, does it stink. This seemed like a reasonable thing to buy as a few friends had suggested other animal liquids to keep the rats away.<br />
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Not throughly convinced my new rodent deterrent products would work with zero error, I decided to keep parking my car on the street, rotating it's location each day.<br />
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I called 311 again. I emailed 311. I asked all my neighbors to email 311. I emailed my alderman. I couldn't help but tell everyone about the rat who was eating my car.<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-23294409034798898262014-12-25T14:39:00.000-06:002014-12-25T14:39:12.034-06:00Rats! [Part 1]Normally, I write about running, training or yoga.<br />
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Lately, my focus has changed over to the official animal of the City of Chicago and everyone's enemy, the rat.<br />
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Why would I talk about rats? Rats are gross.<br />
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A few weeks ago, I was driving my relatively-new, barely-driven car. I noticed it was running rough. I dismissed the hard idle to the cold temperatures that morning. Later that day, I drove my car to yoga. That's when my check engine light went on and the car's issues became more pronounced.<br />
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I called roadside and had the car towed to a nearby dealership. Puzzled, I called my Dad and told him what was going on. He thought the car's on-board computer might be on the fritz.<br />
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The next day, the service department called me with an update on my car. "The good news is, we know what's wrong with your car." The service man said. "The bad news is, it's not covered under warranty."<br />
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The service man then went on to explain that some sort of rodent - a squirrel, mouse or rat, had chewed through three of the four fuel injector lines. It could be fixed, but parts and labor would be $400. I authorized him to perform the work.<br />
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I drive home and park in my parking space and grab a pair of surgical gloves from the kitchen.<br />
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Satisfied with my Google education and Home Depot purchases, I begin to feel more at ease knowing I've taken measures to prevent future attacks.<br />
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Even if my car now smelled like moth balls and pepper.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-67648659258413334222014-10-22T13:46:00.001-05:002014-10-22T13:51:04.347-05:00Gone CountryLet's go back to Christmas Day, 1992.<br />
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I was 13 and had recently purchased the home's RCA all-in-one sound system with CD player.</div>
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As we pulled wrapped gifts out from under the tree, it was easy to decipher CD boxes' tall and thin shape. </div>
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I looked on as he opened it. I hadn't known my brother to be into music, at least, not like I thought I was. He smiled and cheered when he unwrapped the box. </div>
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"Country? Really? He likes country? Who listens to that? We don't live in Oklahoma. We live in Chicago...kinda." I thought. It turns out that Dan had been exposed to Garth and other country artists during time at a friend's house. </div>
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In high school, I would meet two friends, one being my best friend to this day, who listened to country. In between breaks from long playlists of Dave Matthews, B96 mix masters, BoyzIIMen and the like, a few country songs stuck. Enough of them that when Garth released his first "Best of" album in the late '90's, I knew just about every song.</div>
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I thought I had all but kicked country to the curb until 2003. Until one day, I received a hand-written letter from somewhere in Iraq. In the letter was a request, "Please send some music. Stuff you listen to and some country, like Toby Keith." </div>
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It stemmed from a discussion I'd had about my future in marathoning. Back in early 2012, I'd debated registering for Chicago again. I'd completed four marathons. Did I need to do another?<br />
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At the finish line later that year, I was sure happy I had. To date, the 2012 Chicago Marathon remains my standing PR. Mother Nature provided ideal race conditions that day allowing for Jeff and I to knock 12 and 20 minutes off our standing PR's.<br />
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This year I was in for a change.<br />
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Late spring I was hopeful that after a few weeks in the PT clinic, I would be able to jump back into training. But as weeks turned into months, I had to come to the realization that a marathon wasn't in the cards for 2014.<br />
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That's when frustration really started to set in. So much so, that a few weeks ago I had a complete melt down in the PT clinic.<br />
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So for the first time in many years, I found myself on the opposite side of the fence on Sunday. Instead of being a participant, I was a spectator.<br />
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I thought about that scenario in the weeks leading up to the race. How would I react to not running the race? Would I be sad? Relieved? Even more frustrated?<br />
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As race day approached, I found I was in better spirits than I expected. I was looking forward to watching Jeff and some other friends. I hoped that I could replicate my Mom's to-the-minute spectator guide and see my friends at various points through the city.<br />
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Friday night, instead of carb loading, I made Jeff a sign -<br />
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It was fitting since Jeff and Ann had turned me on to Untappd while we were in California. I enjoyed creating a handmade sign. It made me remember the last time I'd taken the time to draw a sign by hand - my brother's homecoming from Afghanistan.<br />
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It was after the sign was complete that I started to become excited about watching the race. I couldn't wait to put on an old pair of running shoes, grab my Ventra card and hit the streets with the Untappd sign.<br />
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When Sunday morning came, we did just that.<br />
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Seeing Jeff for the first time on Addison was a rush. It's funny to say that as a spectator. While Jeff ran the race course, we tried to hop trains down to see him through downtown. Jeff was moving at a good clip and we missed him around the 12 mile mark. We then headed down to the south side.<br />
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Somewhere in between the miles through Little Italy or Pilsen, a marathoner's best laid plans can unravel. We waited just past the 21 mile marker on Archer for awhile, carefully scanning the crowd for red shirts. Then we saw him.<br />
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I could tell by the look on his face that he was happy to see us but also that he was in the toughest part of the race. The wall. But he had a goal and was determined. There was no doubting that. As the body begins to give up in the marathon, it's your mind that keeps one foot in front of the other. But you don't have to tell that to someone who's running marathon 10. Instead, you jump in with a few jokes. A story from earlier in the day. Or just to be by their side for a few blocks. Saying nothing. Saying nothing and wondering if he was listening to "Call Me Maybe" yet.<br />
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After I ran over to the side to get out of the race path, I watched him chug along down Wentworth. He looked strong. He was going to do it. He was going to smash his PR. Now it was just a question of by how much.<br />
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As I headed on the red line back to the north side, I received a text alert. Jeff had finished. Not only had he finished, but he had absolutely crushed his previous PR.<br />
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I smiled as I read the alert again.<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-89910956535563775082014-10-14T16:43:00.000-05:002014-10-14T16:45:28.095-05:00Things We've Learned About Running ShoesThis afternoon, while I was icing in the physical therapy clinic, I read an <a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/runners-stories/five-things-i-learned-about-buying-running-shoes?cid=socBeg_20141013_33460507">article about buying running shoes at a specialty running shoe store.</a><br />
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The article came from a tried-and-true mega-source for runners everywhere, <i>Runner's World.</i><br />
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I smiled reading the story (as I'm sure most experienced runners will), remembering the my humble beginnings of running. Truthfully, I think most of us start out that way.<br />
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That first pair of "running" shoes you had.<br />
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Maybe it was the Reebok Pump. The Adidas Samba? How about Nike Shoxs or Frees?<br />
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We wore them to school/work, out on the town, walking AND running. They were just <u>that</u> good.<br />
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If I hadn't just had the specialty running shoe store conversation with my Mom over the weekend, I may have not been so quick to find a relatable tie to the blog. My Mom explained she's been to several stores trying to find the right pair of comfortable every day walking shoes. She isn't looking to be stylish. She just wants her feet to not hurt. She's visited a short list of places - DSW, Kohl's, Dick's Sporting Goods. None of which have produced anything close to what she wants or needs. She's frustrated. She's frustrated and her feet hurt.<br />
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After hearing the route she's taken so far, I recommended that she visit a speciality running store. (You know, the ones that we all shop at now. Now that we've learned.)<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-29870592392577646892014-10-06T00:55:00.000-05:002014-10-06T00:55:31.608-05:00125,000 ViewsI'll keep this one short.<br />
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Honestly, who wants to read about my running blog?<br />
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Apparently, many more people than I thought.<br />
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More people than just my Mom (which was my original and only reader).<br />
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Over time, my lonely running blog has found a community.<br />
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Not just in Chicago, but abroad.<br />
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I never in a million years thought such a wide spread of people would follow my words.<br />
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So in a short burst of it - Thank you.<br />
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Thank you for continuing to read.<br />
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You make me want to keep on.<br />
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For making one visit ten to twenty through the years.<br />
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For making this more than about my day to day.<br />
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Doesn't it have to be?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-19096189548317782562014-09-05T19:27:00.001-05:002014-09-05T21:18:48.844-05:00BreakthroughIsn't it incredible that at any given time, we could be on the verge of a breakthrough?<div><br></div><div>A new solution. A better route. A goal.<br><div><br></div><div>For the last 12 weeks, I've been waiting for mine. </div><div><br></div><div>Progress has been slow and in stages at the physical therapy clinic. </div><div><br></div><div>Step one, determine the issue. Trickier than it sounds, surprisingly. The underlying issue was I'd torn my piriformis muscle. Do you know where that is and what it does?</div><div><br></div><div>I was cautioned from the beginning that recovery would be slow with this type of injury. The sort of caution which prepared me for what was the envitible - I would most likely not be running a marathon in October. </div><div><br></div><div>The road to recovery has been slow and sometimes at a standstill. I wondered - Are the whimpy exercises, heat and ice doing anything week in and week out? I needed something, some sort of sign, to show progress. </div><div><br></div><div>At first, there wasn't much progress to be had (or so it seemed). I couldn't run. I couldn't do yoga. Sitting hurt. I was taking pain killers to sleep. </div><div><br></div><div>But looking back now, over the last three months, I know we were on the right track. My pain level decreased and has nearly disappeared. I graduated through levels of exercises in the PT clinic. After a month of doing nothing, I was cleared to go back to yoga. Just a few weeks ago, I started running again. </div><div><br></div><div>This last week though has been by far my breakthrough week. I've ran twice (at a rather slow pace) for 30 minutes without pain. Wednesday night, I attended two yoga classes at The Lab where I made huge gains in a few poses, including a start to balancing in handstand without the wall. </div><div><br></div><div>Breakthroughs. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">They're amazing.</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>We all need to feel and see them. </div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-6465732753013113442014-08-14T19:35:00.001-05:002014-09-05T19:09:19.054-05:00Newer, Faster JeffMost days, I'm an optimist. <div><br></div><div>The glass is half full.</div><div><br></div><div>What will be will be.</div><div><br></div><div>Everything happens for a reason. </div><div><br></div><div>But when a dark cloud is cast over your training program early in the season, it's a fight to stay positive. </div><div><br></div><div>The ever-so-dark injury cloud. </div><div><br></div><div>For the number of times I've fallen, sprained my ankle or worse, I guess I should have known I was bound to have to throw in the towel for a big race at least once. As luck would have it, that happened to be this year.</div><div><br></div><div>Not running IS weird. </div><div><br></div><div>Though I find I miss running a bit in general, I miss running with my running partner more.</div><div><br></div><div>Jeff and I meet, rather religiously, at Montrose Harbor shortly after 6am each Saturday morning between June and October to run side by side for six to twenty miles. We have done this for the last few years. We moved up a pace group two summers ago. After our PR success, we talked about getting quicker to make another pace group move this summer. </div><div><br></div><div>Unfortunately, when the time came, Jeff had to make that decision on his own. </div><div><br></div><div>But there is a silver lining in every cloud. Even the injury cloud. </div><div><br></div><div>Jeff has moved up not one, but two pace groups. He's running a full minute per mile faster than he was this time last year. During the week, he is meeting up with another friend to do speed work. In addition, he's following his wife's advice and doing the proper physical therapy strengthening exercises. </div><div><br></div><div>2014 is going to be Jeff's big, massive, PR year. </div><div><br></div><div>I can't wait to cheer him on, followed by a celebration of his marathon retirement complete with craft beers.</div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-55322138842894584072014-08-14T19:22:00.001-05:002014-08-14T19:22:58.373-05:00One Decision<div>Oh, decisions. We make them every day.</div><div><br></div><div>Most are not memorable. But some have a lasting effect on your life. </div><div><br></div>Last night I got to thinking about one decision I made in 2008. <div><br></div><div>That one decision was the first step in a journey of millions of steps down a new path. </div><div><br></div><div>That decision was to join CARA's marathon training program. </div><div><br></div><div>Deciding to register for a marathon is a decision very few make, To train for a marathon is a monumental decision that prepares you to stand at the start line on race day. </div><div><br></div><div>Looking back, I supose I could have trained on my own. Maybe I would have succeeded. But in the end, even after my achievement, I wouldn't have something - a whole new group of friends. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I was 27 that summer. I had friends from childhood, family, grade school, high school and college. If someone were to ask me that summer if I planned on becomng close with my training group, I likely would have said no. Maybe I would small talk with a person or two, like some of my recent grad school courses. But to meet people who would become my good friends? I didn't see it then. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But maybe that's why it's so special now. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Fast forward six years later. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That summer, I made some great friendships. And the next summer, I made a few more. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">These friends aren't just people I run with. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We brunch. We meet up for drinks. We barbeque. We talk about running (when we aren't running, of course). We make dinner and Netflix dates. We talk each other into running desitination races. We then travel with each other to said race destination. We console each other when one of us goes through a break up. We celebrate another's engagement. We are regulars at each other's birthday parties. We attend each other's weddings.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">True friends. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">One decision paved the way. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Pretty incredible, isn't it?</span></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-89887289272150489392014-08-01T16:08:00.000-05:002014-08-01T16:08:37.208-05:00Festival Survival GuideIn the spirit of Lollapalooza weekend, I'm going to take a break from the normal topics of running and yoga and instead talk about another subject I know a lot about - music festivals.<br />
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Over the years, I've been to a lot of the big ones and some smaller, local ones too.<br />
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In the end, regardless of location or climate, I pack the same items in my festival bag each time (and shared this information with some co-worker festival newbies who are venturing off to Lolla today):<br />
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• <b>A small drawstring bag or backpack</b> The lighter, the better - you'll be wearing it most of the day. You'll need to pack some stuff in it, but nothing you care too much about.<br />
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• <b>A water bottle</b> (if allowed) Check the event's website to see if it needs to be factory sealed or empty. Water is expensive in festivals. Refilling water saves more money for beer.<br />
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• <b>ID, Cash and one credit card </b>Ditch the wallet and put these items into a zip top ziplock bag. Less weight and easy to see. Take a credit card over your debit card. That way, you have some protections if you lose the credit card.<br />
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• <b>One Key </b>Hotel key card, car key, house key...whatever it may be. Think only of the process to get "home" for the night. You don't need to bring your entire keyring. It's heavy and you could lose it. It's not like you're not going to be stopping off at work or going to your storage locker after the festival. Put it in the ziplock bag with your ID.<br />
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<b>• Cell Phone, Pocket Charger & Cord </b>Put them into a small zip lock bag.<b> </b>Leave for the festival having your phone fully charged. Pull your phone out of your bag sparingly -You are at a music festival with a bunch of your friends. Very few things are cooler than that. Work and Facebook can wait. Plus, the less you pull it out of your bag, the less likely you are to lose it. If you've kept to this rule, your phone won't be dead at the end of the night. But just in case you couldn't resist filling your IG feed with cool festival photos, you've come prepared with a pocket charger and cord. Set your phone up to charge inside your bag.<br />
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• <b>FOR THE LADIES: Small flashlight, TP and hand sanitizer </b>Put these items in a small, zip top ziploc bag.<b> </b>Festivals are fun places. They also have extremely disgusting porta-potties. As the day carries on into the night, the ports-potties will run out of toilet paper. Don't be that girl begging for TP in the bathroom line. Show up prepared. The small flashlight will be your savior to survey the ports-potties condition before stepping foot into it. Don't use your phone for this. Keep it in your bag where it can't end up on the floor or in the port-potty. Don't lose your phone to the port-potty. That would be no fun.<br />
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• <b>Cheap Sunglasses </b>Preferably purchased at a gas station or the like, you have zero attachment to this pair of shades. So when they fall of your head or you somehow crush them in your bag, you're not going to care. However, they do provide protection from the sun and cost $250 less than your pair that's safely at home.<br />
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• <b>A travel sized portion of sunscreen lotion</b> Some festivals ban the aerosol sunscreens, so bring lotion. Cover yourself in it before you leave for the festival, then a small travel sized portion to go will be perfect. You'll need just enough for one or two more applications before the sun will go down for the evening.<br />
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• <b>Garbage Bag or sheet of plastic </b>This can be used to sit on or cover you from the rain. Your choice depending on weather conditions. Or, maybe you'll find you need a garbage bag at the end of the night. Who knows. If you're fancy, you can bring an old bed sheet to put over the plastic for something to sit on. But remember, you are at a festival. Nobody cares what you're sitting on, and neither should you. In the end, you're more likely to throw this stuff away then lug it home with you.<br />
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<b>• Ear Plugs </b>I get it. You love loud music. Ear plugs are for whips. Fine. You're going to be listening to music for 7-12 hours today. Bring them with just in case. Better to be safe and have hearing when you're 60.<br />
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• <b>A lightweight, long sleeve shirt </b>Assuming it's summer and you've left for the fest with a t-shirt and shorts, you might be chilly when the temperature drops 7 hours from now. Roll up a long sleeve shirt and put it in the bottom of your bag. It may be your salvation this evening.<br />
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• <b>Gum</b> Ya got any gum? Gum is a key festival item. It's a conversation starter, a lifesaver and has been curbing stinky beer breath for hundreds of years. Just pack it. At some point in the night, someone (if not you) will be really happy your brought it.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-31608566882574360302014-07-31T22:18:00.003-05:002014-07-31T22:18:37.806-05:00Back at It [The Lab]Towards the end of last week, I found myself back at the physical therapy clinic after a week long vacation.<br />
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The next day, I walked back into The Lab. The instructors were surprised to see me and asked where I had been. It felt good to be back in the studio. </div>
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<i>Mental Note: Take mat home and wash it. </i><br />
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I reminded myself that I may have lost some of the strength and flexibility I'd built up before my injury. I asked myself to not be frustrated by this. Injuries happen. People can recover from injuries to become bigger, better athletes.<br />
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Then class began. I had missed the pace of the class. The warmup. The music. Stretching and strengthening both sides of the body. Then the peak pose. I wondered if I would be able to do it today.<br />
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I stayed away from some of the poses that I remember being painful before I started PT - standing splits, warrior three. When you're hanging out in downward dog waiting for the next cue, sometimes these now-impossible poses seem to last forever.<br />
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"Just be happy you're here." I remind myself. Don't get frustrated.<br />
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Class then moved out of the peak pose (and deep hip pose which I babied) and over to the once-dreaded, but now much-beloved wall. Ah yes, it's inversion time. One of my favorite parts of class. But after not doing an inversion for a month, I wondered what I could still do. I did just a few, taking my time to not pull too much on my right hip. They were not my straightest, lightest or longest-balancing forearm balances, but they were a place to start.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-51159521480054637142014-07-24T16:03:00.001-05:002014-07-24T21:53:22.759-05:00An Early Morning Run [Inspired by Social Media]Training changes a normal person into a strange, somewhat complusive, maniac.<br />
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Regardless of social engagements, vacations or weather conditions - long runs must happen.<br />
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Somehow, somewhere, your few mile jog after work went away, and you welcomed long runs into your life. Long runs are big time commitments. They are a multi-front (and not to mention a well coordinated) effort.<br />
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In the time some of your friends watch their favorite movie (or find themselves pulled into the magnetic force of a four-hour replay of Shawshank Redemption on TNT - admit it, it's happened to all of us), you're doing one thing - running.<br />
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But you're not dreading it. You're planning it. 'Cause this sh-t's gonna happen.<br />
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Camille is my cousin. She is training for her second Chicago Marathon. And nothing - I mean nothing - is standing in her way. She recently posted this on Facebook, to which a few of her runner friends and myself replied.<br />
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To us, this is completely normal (and I'll admit it - I miss it):<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-67030458191817185582014-07-23T17:13:00.001-05:002014-07-23T17:13:29.825-05:00An Orthopedic VisitEarly Tuesday morning last week, I headed over to my appointment with an orthopedic surgeon.<br />
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Soon thereafter, but not soon enough for my wandering mind, the doctor returns. His assessment is similar to my GP and PT - a muscle strain. It could take some time (months even) to heal. He advises me to "take it easy."<br />
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I sort of ran. As in, I did more than walk.<br />
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After a long holiday weekend and a 11+ hour round trip car ride, I came home Monday sore and tight again. Going backwards in rehab isn't fun.<br />
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Wednesday I came home from work restless and decided to give the old track routine a try again. I was being optimistic I could build on my last session's success.<br />
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July 9 was pretty much a workout fail. Frustrated and slightly embarrassed, I finished the last 5/8 of the workout walking.<br />
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I headed to my PT the next morning. As I laid on the table with a heating pad on my hip, the therapist asked how I was feeling. I didn't have much good to report.<br />
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I told him about my workout fail, to which he replied "I think we need to cease all running for three weeks." He must have sensed my opposition, because as I started to explain further, he said "Repeat after me - NO running for three weeks."<br />
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"Ok, ok.." I said as I repeated what he said. Somehow, PT has made me feel like an elderly person and a grade school student all in one.<br />
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A few minutes later, I mentioned how I was scheduled to run the Napa to Sonoma Half Marathon in a week and a half. The PT just smirked at me. He knows I can't let it go.<br />
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But I'm going to have to sit the race out in wine country. It's going to be a hard one to miss. I had the opportunity to run it in 2012 with my friend Brian. It's one of the most memorable races of my life. At the same time, I have to listen to the professionals (no matter how hard it is).<br />
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For the last few years, the Chicago Marathon has sold out at a capacity of 45,000 runners. Following the race, statistics are shared in the media as to how many runners started the race and how many completed. I've always been surprised by the huge disparity in runners who started the race (usually around 34,000-ish) vs. the 45,000 registered runners. How are 10,000 people not showing up to the starting line each year?<br />
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Right before I started PT, I'd stopped in Universal Sole to grab a new pair of shoes. They were out of my size that day, so I gave my information to be called when a shipment came in. A week later, my shoes had arrived, but I wasn't ready to pick them up. I knew once I had them I would want to run. So I waited. </div>
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I laid out an easy workout. I would walk over to the track a few blocks from my house and try our really slow running. If it bothered my hip, I would stop and just walk for awhile. </div>
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As I walked over to the track in my new shoes, I was excited to try out the experiment but at the same time tried to prepare myself for the worst. I could go there and not be able to run ONE lap. If that happens, I can't be mad about it. Being mad doesn't help the injury heal. And if that happens, I can't cry about it because other people will see you and that will just be embarrassing. </div>
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So I found a good song on my iPod and I started at a slow running pace, just above a fast walk. It felt good to be moving. I ran for 12 minutes and then walked for 2. I focused in on my hip. Was it more sore now? Was I in pain? I seemed ok, so I ran for another 8 minutes, then another break. Second check in - still seeming ok. Then finished off with a five minute run. </div>
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Under normal circumstances, this is barely a work out. But on that sunny Thursday, it was the closest thing I'd had to normalcy in awhile. And it felt good.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-18894223401714571282014-07-08T20:55:00.000-05:002014-07-08T20:55:59.926-05:00Taking a BreakWe all have our routines.<br />
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Over the years, my workout routine has changed. From early evening tennis practice in high school to late evening runs in college, then on to trips to Lifetime Fitness in Orland for lifting, yoga, spin and/or a date with the elliptical. </div>
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Running along the lakefront has become synonymous with my city identity. Yet lately, I've been spending a lot less time on the path, and following mid-June's PT assessment, no time on it at all. </div>
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At first, taking a break was something I had elected to do. I wanted to do challenge myself with a new workout routine (and to be honest, I wasn't the least bit interested in outdoor runs this past winter). But more recently, I had plans to get back into my good, old summer routine on the lakefront. I was finally getting the bug to run again. </div>
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But with this hip flare up, I'm holding off on training, at least temporarily. </div>
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Electively taking a break is different than an injury breaks. No one requests an injury break. But as June turns in to July I'm trying to stay optimistic about what the future holds and what the next steps are. In the meantime, it's awfully strange to be sleeping in past 5am on Saturday mornings.</div>
Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-8677139973475112092014-06-25T17:29:00.001-05:002014-06-25T17:29:29.905-05:00Admitting InjuryFor the last few weeks, I've been trying to deny the obvious... I'm injured.<br />
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As a distance runner, injuries can happen often. Over time, you become an "expert" at identifying and successfully treating the most common of injuries - start with the RICE method, add in some Advil and maybe a few slower runs on a cushy track surface. </div>
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Just when you think you're at the top of your game, an injury can find a way to to introduce itself into your body. Your expert assessment skills decide that it's no big thing. Keep training and things will work their way out. </div>
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Four weeks ago, that was my state of mind. As time has gone on, my prognosis has become worse instead of better, limiting the quality and time I could spend running. </div>
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So late last week I did what just about any endurance athlete has done at some point in their lives...I went to see a physical therapist. </div>
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Physical therapy is a humbling experience. You're broken, but you're not sure how. During the first appointment, the PT is able to tell you what's failing you - a question you've been contemplating for awhile. In time and with your cooperation, they will massage, heat, cool and exercise you back to normal operation.</div>
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In an hour's time, the PT was able to make an assessment and had me work through my first series of exercises. Conclusion? Well, to start with, I have a weak right hip. This always puzzles me - aren't hips a big bone that's strong? Regardless, there's a reason why I'm in marketing and not the medical field.<br />
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I have a short series of exercises to do at home now. None of them are difficult looking on paper. Yet somehow, it's easier for me to balance on my forearms than to perform "clamshells" on my right side.<br />
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-40696062091218745412014-06-18T21:51:00.001-05:002014-06-18T21:52:42.116-05:00Are You Done Yet?For a few years, I would open my email the day after Columbus Day to see an email from my uncle. "Congratulations," it would say. He'd read in the paper that I'd completed the Chicago Marathon. In his short-but-sweet email he would conclude with "Are you done yet?" as to ask the million dollar question - Have I decided to stop running marathons. <div><br></div><div>My reply was usually less brief, but went on to say thank you for the email and I wasn't ready to quit just yet. After all, there was certainly something to take home from that weekend's race. Something that could make me a better/stronger/quicker runner. I wouldn't want to miss out on a chance to have next year be "my" year, would I?</div><div><br></div><div>I'm sure my post race thought process isn't all that different from the masses who run marathons these days. To run just one marathon is a life accomplishment. But to run another, well, now you have everything you learned from that first race at your disposal for what will probably be an even better race. Right? </div><div><br></div><div>A few years ago, I thought long and hard about marathon retirement. I'd run five races. What else did I have left to prove? The question that was posed to me then was, "Are you prepared to be on the sidelines?" Well, I hadn't thought of it that way. I'll admit, it seemed quite foreign. </div><div><br></div><div>Last year, Jeff and I ran two marathons two weeks apart. I finished Chicago within a few minutes of my PR and the Marine Corps Marathon was an experience I know I'll never forget. At the end of October last year I found myself wondering what, if anything, marathoning still had for me. There was one thing I did know - I needed a break. A six or eight week break turned into most of winter. Before I knew it, it was March and I'd barely ran since November. </div><div><br></div><div>Eventually I did hit the road again. I gradually increased my mileage in the spring to prepare me for early June - the beginning of marathon training. </div><div><br></div><div>During this time, I started experience a tightness in my hamstring and IT band. It would come and go, so I kept along with my running and yoga regimine. Until a few weeks ago when I felt a noticable difference while doing handstand kick ups in yoga. This was no longer business as usual. I've done my best to carry on as normal, hoping the injury (gasp) would mend on it's own. But this week I know that it's time for the physical therapist. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I'm willing to bet, based on previous PT experience, that I'll be banned from running and yoga for a few weeks. This is the news I didn't want to hear and why I have gone up until this point carrying on training with an injury. I can't stand sitting around.</span></div><div><br></div><div>So what does this mean for the yoga studio and the two marathons I've signed up for this year? There's really no way to tell now. For the time being, I'll have some time to catch up on Netflix. As June turns into July or August, I'll need to make a judgement call. </div><div><br></div><div>I may find myself telling my uncle that I am in fact done with marathoning after all. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-32421360771131630092014-06-05T22:54:00.001-05:002014-06-05T22:54:46.451-05:00A New Meaning for June<div><br></div><div><br></div>June is a great month. Wouldn't you agree?<div><br></div><div>When I was a kid, June was the end of school and beginning of summer. A time of shorts, softball games, tennis camps, bike riding, listening to music and going to bed late.</div><div><br></div><div>Ok, as an adult, some of those things haven't changed. I traded in tennis camps for marathon training and along with it, early June became week one of my life until marathon race day in October. Over the years, I've looked forward to June and feared it.</div><div><br></div><div>But this year is different - I've run a lot less and practiced a lot of yoga. In the winter, it was easy to say I needed a break from running. That the brutal Chicago weather just wasn't condusive to any sort of outdoor running. But now it's June and my windows are open. I could be running, like...pretty much every day. Instead I'm running a bit and still practicing yoga at a good clip. I know I need to be running more as marathon training kicks off, but I'm not ready to turn down the yoga.</div><div><br></div><div>As this workout battle rages on in my head, The Lab introduces their first ever yoga challenge:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWRddaXJem2bSRscrxphH26C4kNZR_SGBfXZ2Yk2zKqrExHykyOV7gcVKtkha9VK3YoKw6_tpGJzj5CeZhrUvQcqop2SbiijVG_3PwVBxs4xX_T_8LO7SXvjJ5nZjGiy9_rqi/s640/blogger-image-828743026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWRddaXJem2bSRscrxphH26C4kNZR_SGBfXZ2Yk2zKqrExHykyOV7gcVKtkha9VK3YoKw6_tpGJzj5CeZhrUvQcqop2SbiijVG_3PwVBxs4xX_T_8LO7SXvjJ5nZjGiy9_rqi/s640/blogger-image-828743026.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Now how can I saw no to that? Granted, there are many poses on here that I simply can't do and a few others I'm going to have to talk a trusting friend into being my yoga accomplice to complete. But regardless, the challenge makes me want to try the poses that seem impossible and improve on the ones that I can do. </div><div><br></div><div>Much like a marathon training schedule, this challenge graphic gives me a day to day calendar to follow. Practicing a pose a day is a big leap from the girl who used to only practice yoga when injured. </div><div><br></div><div>Today is day 5 of the challenge. So far, I'm enjoying participating and posting my photos as well as looking through the trend's feed to see what others are posting. </div><div><br></div>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786874131535400251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21122930.post-61158445459092858912014-05-20T08:57:00.001-05:002014-05-20T08:57:41.565-05:00[Most Disliked] Yoga PosesI started this post awhile ago after one particularly challenging yoga practice. I tried to use Siri to transcribe my wandering thoughts. As you may have guessed, she wasn't much help.<br />
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Some days you're on. And others you aren't. <br />
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Most days I can stay optimistic. The glass is half full. Life is good. But yesterday wasn't one of them - at least, not at the yoga studio. Nothing seemed to be going right last night.<br />
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SIDE PLANK<br />
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VERTICAL/STANDING SPLITS <br />
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Crouching Tiger
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Dragonfly. Here's an arm balance I've been drying to get since starting at The Lab. I can manage to balance with my left foot hugged on the back of my left tricep, but no luck what so ever on the right. Again, it's amazing the stark differences. <i><span style="color: blue;">Photo from yogaposeweekly.com</span></i><br />
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Over time, I'm making some progress, but still a long way to go. I want to say this pose is to a tall person's disadvantage, but then again, my arms are longer too, right? <i><span style="color: blue;">Photo from yogajournal.com</span></i><br />
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Finally starting to get this, but there's a lot of mental prep work involved in order to keep the balance - reminding myself to tighten my core, slow down my breath, focus on something on the wall/ceiling. <i><span style="color: blue;">Photo from forrestyoga.com</span></i><br />
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HEADSTAND<br />
There's no way around it, I have so much work to do before this one's going to be halfway good. It's one thing to get into a headstand, but another to have good headstand form. Proper form is to have barely any weight in the head. <i><span style="color: blue;">Photo from blog.lululemon.com</span></i><br />
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MONKEY JUMP<br />
An entry or exit method where the feet start or end in a wider-than-hips stance to get into forearm balance or handstand. I think this one can go into flying pigeon's "please don't let me break my nose" category. <i><span style="color: blue;">Need a photo here too. Don't think I'll be posting one any time soon of me doing it though...</span></i><br />
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