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  1. I had this post all worked out for weeks. I was going to title it, “Hell has Frozen Over,” or “The Day Hell Froze Over.” I was going to tell you that this was the happiest day of my life. And it is. But I’m also grieving. This weekend was the emotional equivalent of being a pair of old socks tumbling around the clothes drier. Let me back up, I had it all planned. I bought a ring. Not A ring. I bought THE Ring. I started sneaking off to the jeweler before Thanksgiving and picked up The Ring on Wednesday. Christmas morning, we were going to wake up, I would make coffee, she would be sitting on the couch. The remnants of our Christmas Eve dinner party would still be on the table. Taper candles burned down to stubs. A few forgotten wine glasses lingering by crumpled linen napkins we had bought to try to make it fancy. Champagne I “accidentally” never got around to serving in the fridge. She would open my gift, a photo album slash scrapbook of our two years together. The story of us. Blank pages at the end, a promise for more to come. The last page of pictures would end with my proposal. She’d look up and I would be down on one knee. She would say yes and we’d both cry. That part mostly happened. I did have her open her album on Christmas morning and I was down on one knee at the right time, but she only said yes after we both started crying and the longest 15 seconds of my life had passed. But there was no party for Christmas Eve. The day before, Erika had taken our dog Brady to the vet. He’d been having allergies and kept coughing his furry little head off. His breathing was heavy. We’d been trying to take him for weeks but vets’ offices are overburdened after everyone adopted pets during lockdown last year and we couldn’t get an appointment. So we finally got him in with a new vet out on Long Island. Only it turns out it wasn’t his allergies that had him cough- cough-coughing. His little heart is failing and his lungs have been filling up with fluid. The vet, who seemed fresh out of school, wouldn’t give me a time frame but said the cardiologist will after he has an echo. There was no party and no champagne. It hurt too much and we have to keep him calm and my family is anything but calm. We cried a lot and scolded ourselves for crying while telling each other to just let it out. I’ve been taking the news poorly. I am extremely bonded to Brady and I thought we were still in the middle not near the end. Every moment, Erika has shown what an amazing partner she is. She lets me cry while reminding me that we don’t know anything yet. She holds me while I hold him. She understands that I am losing my mind not knowing if we have a few months or a few years. I know a lot of it is shock. Another thing that wasn’t part of the plan. I sat there on the couch, next to my newly minted fiancée, on Christmas morning. I had just finished opening the presents she gave me. A new cotton bathrobe that I could wear despite the Saharan temperatures of our apartment and fancy perfume that I would never buy myself but would wear every day. I don’t remember the words she said. I don’t remember how she did it. But suddenly she was holding a little box containing the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and I was squealing. She had bought me a ring - not a ring - The Ring- and had been planning to pop the question herself! My heart is full and my little family is warm. We’ve been going back and forth between excitedly planning our wedding and worriedly caring for Brady. We don’t know what the next few months will be I do know that there is no one I would rather have holding my hand through it. And no one I am more excited to spend my life with.
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  2. For those of you who are still here, even if you never write anything. You're the reason I keep coming back, regardless of how boring my writing is anymore.
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  3. Another year put to bed. No, not put to bed – killed, slain. Happily relegated to memory where only the good remains. In short, it was another in the years (plural now) of Covid-19. Wearing masks when leaving the house. Not leaving the house very much. Not running much (less than 500 miles) with two major injuries – one in the spring and one in the fall, so yeah, the two best times to be running. If I’m being honest, there was a lot of good in 2021 for me and mine. Continued gas savings from commuting daily from the kitchen to the dining room office. No trying not to doze off in meetings that I have to sit through, only partially invested in the subject. T-Rex finished school, passed her certification exam and got her first job as a medical assistant. She got married. All three of those we had considered miracles just a couple of years ago. Big Mac had a big baby boy. Turns out the hemophilia carrier testing they’d done when she was 10 was wrong – she’s a carrier, and little Theo is a hemophiliac. While that was a bummer, they qualified as part of a study for a bleed prevention medication that will give him more of a normal life than any hemophiliac has ever had – at no cost to them (saving upwards of a million $$). The Conman was informed that his rent was increasing 24%, then after a month of scrambling to find a new place, was informed that he could re-up for another year lease with no increase whatsoever. And, OBTW, here’s an 18% raise at work, you’re welcome. He’s even had a couple of interviews for jobs that would double his current income, as well as keep him eligible for his student loan debt reduction program. No job yet, but progress and experience. Dr. L and his girls are loving the Texas life. He interviewed for a promotion and has the inside track for it (no guarantee or news on that so far, though). We were able to visit in October (a visit that was delayed from May) and re-establish a physical relationship with our three granddaughters. Last visit with Amanda at Team Rehab was on Thursday. She discovered that my right leg is 2 centimeters shorter than my left. This might explain the hip issue. Over the years, compensating for the difference has finally stressed things to the point that I had to stop. Permanently? Probably not, thank heavens. At almost 63 (in two weeks!) and with so many miles on it, I need to give the area some rest (which I’m doing), and maybe a little bit of technical assistance. To start I have an insert that will take up some of the slack on the right side. Once again, fingers crossed, this will let me get back running soon. Maybe never as much or as fast as I’d like, but enough to keep going after the other 30 states I need to do. The last test run I did was crappy. The run itself wasn’t terrible (other than I’m now officially 100% out of shape), but once again the aftermath of pain was unacceptable. I’d also been having residual pain issues after most of the strengthening exercises they’d given me. So I stopped those, too. Just stretching and less of that as well. I walked 6 miles on Wednesday, at it was OK, although my lower back and right knee weren’t 100% on board with it and let me know on Thursday morning that it was a little too much. Mile and a half yesterday – that seems to have been acceptable. Snow coming in this afternoon and tonight and I can still walk in snow so I’ll do some more of that. After I get the blower prepped for clearing things off tomorrow and take down the outside Christmas lights before the storm. I’d done pretty well with my diet for most of the year, getting my a1c down from 6.8 (diabetic) to 6.2 (PRE-diabetic) until December, because of all the holiday treats. I was supposed to get checked again this past week, but didn’t make it. It’s a number that gives an average of the previous three months, and I’m a little scared of where it’s going to be this time. 2022. The only running goal I have is to get running again. Anything beyond that will wait until I’m actually doing that. So I’ll call two more marathons a dream instead of a goal today.
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  4. Year-end wrap up. A couple of races, a summer of good running/getting out for some miles most days, then a complete loss of fitness/motivation through December. Happens every year. Typically, I get back in the mood to train for something at the end of January, but I feel the call already this year...might be because we hosted Christmas for the first time ever, and everyone in the family brings 50 cookies for 20 people, so at least 100 cookies (no exaggeration) were left here (along with leftover pies and cake). Plus, I wanted to bake a bunch of different kinds cookies with DD, so let's just say the freezer (and my belly) are full of cookies! oh and, working from home (our office closed completely), so no office kitchen to drop them at even. Motivation to get some miles in = feel less guilty eating all of the cookies. Went out for 1.5 miles yesterday. Needed to tell myself "just one mile" to get out the door. Does anyone else get nervous about running when they haven't done it in a few weeks...same feeling as before a race. Nervous about the uncomfortable I guess, but you never regret getting out for a (non-injury) run! The "short" run (plus DH got me the "running dynamics pod" for Christmas - Yay new toys!) got me excited enough to try out a Garmin coach plan with a random target of a half marathon in April (I'll figure a race out later). Today was a "test run" for the program to determine fitness and set up the plan. Went for 2min WU, 5min hard, 2min CD. Just squeaked in 1 mile! Yay! Program set and 3 easy runs 20-30 min set for the rest of the week. Program is interesting in that it sets a range of paces, adapts to how you are doing weekly, and (at least for these first three runs, provides a minimum (20 minutes) and an extra bit (10 min) "if you are feeling good"). Still excited! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and best wishes for a wonderful running 2022 to all of you!!
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  5. Three runs last week. 1/2 mile each. These are all walks on the treadmill. Monday and Wednesday I did 1/4 jogs twice with a mile total. Friday I walked 1/4, jogged 1/2 and then walked another 1/4. How did they go? Not terrible. The two areas I'm watching closely of course are the right hip and upper IT Band. Only the tiniest niggle in either for all three sessions. I hesitate to call these workouts. Even better, nothing post session to speak of in either place. Trying to think of what else happened last week and I'm coming up empty. Things have really slowed down in the life of Dave so far this year. I should try to enjoy it as much as I can, since who knows what's going to happen this afternoon or the rest of the year.
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  6. and ok, mostly i stopped by because i wanted to smack some light bulbs before the season is over ...
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  7. {this reply has been removed by Loop moderators due to its extreme mushiness, per rule 23.7 "no extreme mushiness allowed.}
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  8. I had a epiphany yesterday. I need to make changes in my life and the only things stopping me are the excuses that I am making. Which is to say, me. I keep doing the same thing and expecting different results. I keep trying to tackle the list of things I am unhappy about with a list of intentions that I fail to follow through on. Setting a high bar and then missing it. So I woke up today, with one simple goal: avoid the couch. I was just not going to sit. Wake up, make coffee, feed the dogs, drink coffee, foot exercises, run. That’s it. It is simple if you don’t give yourself a moment to think about it. Threasy peasy. (Sigh… another Facebook casualty) Then I saw the weather. Forty and raining. My nemesis. I thought about running and how cold and miserable I would be. I tried to mentally assemble an outfit but nothing fits anymore. I window shopped for a new running jacket while sipping my coffee and NOT SITTING ON THE DAMNED COUCH. I pondered how I used to run in this weather. I longed for the days when I was dedicated. When running was easy. But running was never easy. The easy part was that I used to not think about it. Running was a given and everything else was moving pieces to make it happen. Logistics. I stopped thinking about it. 3M@10:43
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  9. Maybe you start with a commitment to run 1 mile and see how it goes? Sometimes we longtime runners view 3 as an absolute minimum, but for the rest of the world, 3 can be long way. In any case, please be nice to yourself. ❤️
    2 points
  10. Great job being stronger than your excuses!! That's the way I trained for my April marathon. Even if I felt awful I would make myself get on my treadmill and I just started at a really slow pace. I usually ended up cranking up the pace and having a pretty good run. Don't think. Just go.
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  11. So amazing. I think that means we're famous too.
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  12. Goal: don't get last in the pro field, which will be a tall task! Thank you for the shout out.
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  13. that is the sweetest story.. best thing I've heard all year ;-) so sorry about Brady. My poor old dog got cancer, still missing him.. https://dkretzmann.blogspot.com/2021/01/a-good-dog.html
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  14. Happy New Year ! Congratulations to you and T-Rex, that is tremendous news. Well done to all. Our younger is trying college again in a month, we'd prefer to let him have more time to recover his health, but they will withdraw his academic scholarship if he doesn't go back now. We can't afford that college without the scholarship.. so.. praying hard ;-) Meantime he's teaching coding 3 days a week to make some pocket money.. I like Roger Robinson (age 80-plus) on running while old, https://www.podiumrunner.com/training/seven-principles-for-setting-goals-during-your-running-comeback
    1 point
  15. Congrats!! I love that you both had the same idea. Sorry Brody isn't doing well.
    1 point
  16. May 2022 be a big rebound year for you.
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  17. Congrats! I'm so happy that you have found love and happiness!
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  18. Thank you!!! She is amazing!!! I can’t believe how lucky I am! Thank you! ❤️
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  19. Ohmygosh ... what a great love story! I am choosing to be very very happy for you because (just about) anyone can be a good partner when everything's jolly -- but only a few special people can hold you up and help you endure the dark times. So rejoice in the fact that you found each other - life is good even when it's hard. Sending positivity to your sweet Brady. ❤️
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  20. My heart is so happy and broken for you. I love that Erika had it all planned out too. It was meant to be. Give Brady a little belly rub from me. ❤️
    1 point
  21. What a crazy world we live in. My heart feels both happy and sad for you.
    1 point
  22. New day new run Liz! Get out there again!!
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  23. GET THE HELL OUT THE DOOR AND RUN, LIZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    1 point
  24. Imagine me in your head, saying, "Get out there, LIz!"
    1 point
  25. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Dave! I see you have alot to be thankful for, even with your running dropping off. I am in agreement with ocrunnergirl that the important thing is keep moving anyway you can during your recovery.
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  26. Merry Christmas, Dave! Congrats on some pretty great family occurrences - grandson, T-Rex graduating!! (and getting married and a job <3) Stick with the PT and do something else in the meantime - row, cycle or weight lift. As long as you keep moving your running will at some point come back to you.
    1 point
  27. Now that song will be stuck in my head the rest of the day... I'm still alive. I'm here. I'm...well...I'm struggling. Again. Seems like always, lately. A while back, my wife and I decided that we are getting divorced after 24 years of marriage. Not really a surprise...we've been in separate bedrooms for pretty much 4 years now. Our youngest is a junior in high school, and the other two are out of high school. So, yeah...it's time. I guess. I've been working two jobs for over a year now. I'm tired. A lot. But I've found my way back in to theater, which makes me very happy. it's kind of my outlet and my release lately. But man, it takes a lot of time. I need to start running again. Like...really need to. Those that remember me might remember several years ago when I ruptured the tendon that attaches the bicep to the elbow, and the surgery to repair that, followed by my disastrous attempt at the half marathon in Cleveland the following spring. I did one more half marathon after that, and was plagued by injuries that just wouldn't go away. I quit. I just couldn't do it anymore. I was tired and beaten down. I'm still tired. I'm still beaten down. But now I'm also almost back up to the weight I was at when I first started running, and that has me very upset and disappointed with myself. I don't know when I'm going to start...I don't know if I'll start this month, or if I will wait and start after new years eve and become a cliche or not...actually, that's how I did it the first time, so maybe that's not a bad idea. It worked very well last time. And I've missed all of you. I've missed myself. Hopefully I can find myself again.
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