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  1. I lift. It's been fun this summer bringing Bean to the gym with me and teaching them about the benefits and sharing my philosophy around weights. I like to lift heavy and challenge myself to get stronger. Had a long break from the gym with COVID. Feels good to be back in a place that has weights that challenge me. I quickly outgrow what my home has to offer.
  2. I think it’s week 6. Or maybe week 5. Whatever week it is, the 5k is this Saturday and I have been diligently telling my husband that I am not running a marathon this weekend. There is a BIG difference between a 5k and a marathon. Please don’t be telling people that your wife and child are running a marathon this weekend. My body is definitely not marathon ready. Last weekend we took 2nd place in the PHRF II fleet at the Whidbey Summer Classic Regatta. WSCR, pronounced “Whisker” because it’s a navy town and all. After a weekend of 3-4 races a day Friday through Sunday followed by partying at night, I was tuckered Monday. And Tuesday. Wednesday, I was stuck in full blown depressed mode. A storm that set in a week ago and was masked by force of being committed to racing in the regatta. Thursday, in an attempt to pull myself out from under the mental darkness, I ran. 30 minute run walk to the playground so Mookie could walk/run her pace and Pax could sprint back and forth between us like a rabid squirrel on coffee. By the pace I’m seeing with the intervals of running and walking, I should finish the 5k this weekend in under 45 minutes. Mookie wants to run separately. I could use another month to feel ready for this 5k, but I feel like I’ve got the momentum behind me to keep going. Bonus, there is no ice on the road to slip on after my comeback race this time. I skipped the Thursday night race and hubby took the kids while I took some much needed time to myself. Pax and I went to the dog park and walked until I reached my step goal for the day. On the way home, I spotted the boats in Penn Cove and made a stop at Monroe Landing to watch as Sojourn tacked away from the shore so close I was surprised they didn’t run aground. Pax enjoyed running on the beach while I waited for the boats to find the mark and head back. From shore you get an idea of just how far the boats sail into the cove. Hubby tracked our racing on Friday- 26 miles before his watch died. It’s fun watching from shore and knowing the names of the boats. Being able to answer questions random strangers ask “Is there a race or something going on?” Actually, yes. As promised, I rewarded myself with a new set of running clothes for the 5k. At Walmart prices, I figured it doesn’t matter if I hope they will be in the donation pile before next summer. A pair of shorts with spandex shorts underneath to prevent the dreaded chafe. A pair of capri leggings that will hold my cell phone and two tank tops. All in appropriate sizes. No more muffin top, waste band digging into my belly. Race report for my first road race in quite some time coming soon.
  3. StinaQ

    Comeback 2022 - weeks 25-26

    Glad you got to go to another reunion. My class missed their 20th bc of COVID. Mookie graduates the same year as my 25th reunion. I hear there will be a big gathering to make up for missing 20. There have been too many from my class who have passed away young. Happy running and biking to beat the odds. Cross training is definitely the name of the game.
  4. Week 4 The fever returned last weekend so I spent the fourth away from everyone not exactly feeling sick and also not feeling too good. When the fever continued to linger, I rested and hoped that it would go away. No pain or other symptoms apart from a headache. The teens had the long fourth of July weekend with their dad and when they returned, Mookie didn’t run either. I had a lot of time to think last week about why I hadn’t lost a blasted inch or pound in the first three weeks of running and skipping hubby’s potato chips. Although I’ve read and watched these things before and feel that I have a pretty good grasp on the knowledge required to create a sensible training plan and a meal plan that promotes health, I googled “Weight Loss after 40 for women.” Granted, I’m not exactly after 40. Yet. I will be after 40 in exactly 42 days. I think there may be an answer to something in those days left till my birthday but I digress. I hit enter and let the algorithm offer up some potential articles and videos for me to glean some inspiration, encouragement, motivation and maybe a healthy reminder or two. I found this gal: Susan Niebergallfitness Goals and Motivation When hubby saw me watching one of her videos when he was waiting for me to Netfix and Chill with him after dinner, I told him: That is how I want to look in my 50’s. Truly. I want to age strong. Like many of you here on the Loop who haven’t fallen so hard off the treadmill, or trails, or road, or whatever your elixir of youth may be, this gal is doing the things that I know it takes to age with strength and stamina. I was also reminded again that in order to lose weight, I really do need to pay attention to not just what I’m eating, but how much I’m eating. So I wrote out what I like to eat when I’m “spot on” with my nutrition. Then I calculated the calories. I HATE calorie counting folks but this was eye opening. For those tall folks out there who are about to wonder if my weight goals are unrealistic, I am 5’2”. Turns out I have been eating enough calories to support a 150-155 pound frame on the days even on the days that I was “on target”. If I want to get back down to 125-135, I need to limit my calories to what a 125 pound person needs. No wonder I’m not shedding a blasted inch of body fat. My body fat percentage currently hovers just under 30%. When I was in marathon shape, that number was 26%. I’d like to see my BF% drop to below 28%. Motivation and Rewards Just in case I don’t lose any weight, I also set some goals and rewards that aren’t tied to any changes in BF% or weight. The race is two weeks away and my running gear is all sized for a petite 125-135 pound woman. My tightest leggings I have already passed on to the teens. Some of the running skirts wait in hope that if I run enough the shorts underneath them won’t be too small for my thighs. I don’t even attempt to put those on right now. With two weeks left till the 5k, this mama is going to reward herself for moving forward and getting to race day. I will be getting myself a running outfit that fits all 150 pounds of me. Something that doesn’t pinch and roll. Something I hope will be too big for me next year, but if not, something that lets me celebrate that at least I am out moving again. This morning’s run went well. Pax was beside herself excited after a week of keeping Mama company in bed between spurts of necessary duties. We found our way to the elementary school and ran around that field for most of our run while Pax gleefully sprinted between us off leash for a little while. I'm feeling highly motivated to stick with the food plan I mapped out yesterday. The literal vat of soup I made last night for dinner will make super easy lunches all around this week. My garden has peas and some salad greens to harvest for tonight's dinner. This afternoon's temperature will determine whether I take the kids foraging or swimming. Tomorrow, I will return to the gym.
  5. It really is. I have enjoyed the community of friends we've made in this sail fleet.
  6. Lol. I did say that the remainder of the post was not running related. No worries. Hubby is a great sailor but this is his theme song:
  7. StinaQ

    Comeback 2022 - week 24

    Woot Woot! 2 miles running is awesome. Sometimes a good used road bike can be a good thing. If you can fix a car, you can probably figure out how to fix a bike. The good bike we picked up for my 17 yo for $600 (he opted not to drive a car so we got him a decent bike to support his 6' lanky frame back and forth to wherever he needs to go). It was a little more expensive than drivers ed, but less than trying to add another vehicle to the household and increasing our auto insurance policy. I hope your next week brings more running miles without any fits from your body. Also, our hearts determine our age. At least, that's what I told the 21 yo on my boat last night when I mimicked a dance move my 15 yo uses and he said he just died a little because he didn't want to see any Mom do that. (I promise it was absolutely not obscene.) Now, if our bodies would just follow that same guideline.
  8. Monday I woke with what I thought was the beginnings of a migraine. At the end of the day, I thought to take my temperature and surprise surprise, was running a fever. Needless to say, the headache was enough to keep me from my scheduled Monday run. Tuesday, The headache was gone, but replaced with some fun aches in my hands. Still running a fever, I took a COVID test. The last one in our house. It was inconclusive. These things are like pregnancy tests that use boogers instead of pee. Collect sample. Wait 15 minutes. I developed a cough in the evening. Speedy was sick a few weeks ago with a negative COVID test and my symptoms so far matched his, so I'm really sure it was a case of whatever he had. Wednesday I woke feeling fresh as a daisy. No more fever! I decided that the cough was reason enough to keep my body moving. At 40, I feel like things stick to me easier than they did at the end of my 20’s when I picked up running and shed all the baby weight lickity split. Now, things stick. Pizza, chocolate, beer, the air pop popcorn we smother in butter. It all sticks. I didn’t want the phlegm to stick in my lungs and figured the best way to keep it from sticking would be to move in such a manner as to breath hard. Mookie was visiting MeMaw so I ran alone with Pax. Running without Mookie meant I could see how much of the 20 minutes I could run without a walk break. I let my heart monitor telling me I was out of the cardio zone and Pax’s various needs tell me when I needed a short walk break. Pax’s needs: - The usual thing Dogs need to do. - Suddenly stop and ask for a “Sit” because it’s the only thing that curbs the barking she is prone to do. She barks at strangers. She barks at a certain corner for no reason whatsoever. She barks in the first block because she is so friggin excited to be outside and can’t contain herself. She barks when the kids are ahead of her. I’m about ready to return to the trainer for some professional help. For now, several sudden stops from me where she often sits without a verbal command, seems to do the trick. After working past some landscapers with the stop/sit exercise, we were about 10 minutes into the run. Pace- 13:40 Not too bad for a gal carrying around an extra 25 pounds. Thursday Still some coughing at night and in the morning but nothing too bad. I decided to keep my workout at home. Speedy and Taz joined me for some Pilates peppered with lunges, calf raises and other body weight workouts designed to make a body sore the next day. I coached him on his form for the core exercises and he would exclaim in surprise as what seemed like an easy exercise as he flopped around like a wet noodle on the floor suddenly transformed into a torture device for his 12 year old abdominal muscles. Friday I woke up to my four legged alarm clock. Sometimes the barking is perfect. Her alarm clock bark is honestly perfect. Don’t let her know, but I am usually awake before she does her soft “Boof” next to my bed. I can hear her pattering around the room. Inspecting the cat. Looking at me. Pacing some more. Returning. Pause. “Boof” After she mastered going outside in the morning, she earned bed privilege and began training as my alarm clock. Daylight savings usually throws her for a loop but I can tell her it’s 4am, get back in bed and after an appropriate adolescent dog eye roll, she curls back up between us. Lately she has decided 5 or 6am is an appropriate time to wake me. This is part of why I got her. She gets me moving in the morning. Even in the winter when the SADD sets in. Mookie likes to sleep just a little longer, so I’m writing this bloop in my running clothes pre-Friday run. I’ve done my Friday weigh and measure. No change. *Sigh* I swear. Things stick. Ten years ago, after three weeks of faithful workouts and mostly amazing food habits, I would have already dropped between six and eight pounds. Now, not even the tape measure is moving. Ok. it's ok. Just keep moving and know that your heart, lungs etc. etc. are getting stronger. You are helping the seratonin levels. Give it time. Keep embracing the benefits that don't involve your pants fitting looser. I do feel good about sticking with the plan for three weeks. I do feel stronger. During the race last night, when I trimmed the sails, while still hard, felt easier too. Or at least I liked to imagine that my single UBWO last weekend was already paying off as I grunted for those final two inches of trim in a fashion that is not allowed at the gym. While I’m waiting for Mookie to wake up for our Friday Morning 25 minute run/walk, a sailing race report for those of you who don’t care what kind of race report you are reading. For the rest, the training stuff for running is now concluded. Thursday night race report: This is not running related at all. This is what my husband and I do. Our first date was crabbing on his 14’ glastron. Three years later as we planned the wedding and honeymoon, I pitched the idea of buying a sailboat for the honeymoon. I showed him the prices of some of the boats that might work. Something we could enjoy as a family for the next ten years. We found Argosia, a 1979 San Juan 28, and started following the sail fleet around on Thursday nights when they were out for their club race. I had sailed in High school but hubby had never sailed a boat until we bought Argosia. The best way to learn to sail is to take it out and sail. To learn even faster, race. The last thing you should do is buy a boat and then never take it out because you don’t know how to sail and are afraid to try. Too many boats just sit at our marina. Every Thursday from March through late September, Thursdays are club race nights. We pack all the kids up for some good old forced family fun. They can hang out below and eat all the snacks they want, play on video games we strictly limit at the house, or they can come up top and learn to crew. We arrived at the docks at 4:30 and our new crew member this year, a 21 yo young man we fondly call the Dread Pirate Wesley was waiting for us. While Hubby attended the Skipper meeting where the race committee lets us know where to head out to, Wesley and Taz helped get the boat ready. Bobby no longer has Robotics and his new job is with one of our sail fleet’s sailors so he is conveniently guaranteed to be on the boat on Thursday nights again. I missed him while school was still in but Wesley caught on pretty quickly to Jon's main job of helping the sail across as needed during tacks. This week, Speedy also chose to stay out of the cabin and get the boat ready. Moments before leaving the dock, Speedy remembered that they had not brought the bin of dishes back to the boat to be able to make dinner later. Hubby told him to hurry up and we finished running sheets and staging the headsail we thought we would be using. The final decision for that would be made in Penn Cove. In the Marina, the wind seemed light enough for our 150 genoa. When we got to Penn Cove however, the wind could be higher. A small craft warning was supposed to go into effect at 5:00. With everything basically ready to go, Hubby announced that it was time to leave and we cast off the docks. Taz began making a fuss and signing Speedy’s name frantically. “What’s up?” Then sudden clarity for both parents “We left without Speedy!” It was bound to happen eventually. While all the rest of the fleet was filing out of the marina, we turned around and headed back to our slip to do a drive by and collect the last child. Blur and another boat told us we were going the wrong way. Ricochet laughed. Bigg Dogg’s captain called out that we get the Parent of the Year award as we passed his slip. Speedy appeared and we hollered for him to run. Two slips away from ours, he started to walk again. “RUN!” Our boat was approaching the end of our slip. Maybe he thought we would actually pull back into it. He ran again as Hubby brought the boat past not quite close enough. I could reach the bin but we would have to make another pass for Speedy to bo- he leaped. For a split second I expected him to land in the water but he landed on the deck and I cheered. Gave him a high five. All aboard, we let him know that Taz remembered him and finished putting fenders away. As we rounded Blowers Bluff, the call was made to use the 120. We remembered that the Spinnaker had not been re-packed after last week so I took Wesley and the rest of the crew down to demonstrate what I only know because I spent almost a year working in a sail loft. (Good experience, enjoyable work, no benefits, same wages as a McDonalds employee for skilled physically demanding labor.) Spinnaker packed, hubby cut the engine and we sailed with just the main to where the committee boat was anchored just south of Monroe Landing. The Race Committee came on the radio to announce the course: “S, M, L, F” A few other boats came on to ask about the location of “M”. A permanent marker in the Cove that seems to have gotten a case of wanderlust with the recent king tides. Apparently it had last been seen down near such and such pier. The 5 minute warning sounded. After being late to the start the last two weeks, Hubby was taking a different approach this week. We call keelboat racing our marriage therapy. A regular exercise in teamwork, communication and some healthy arguing. As the rest of the fleet raised their head sails and circled back and forth behind the start line, Hubby didn’t want to raise the headsail yet. We decided that we would stop switching who drove and who trimmed. After last weeks botched tacks when he was trimming sails (we alternate who drives by series.) I decided to offer that he just stay at the helm. I much prefer my style of releasing and pulling the sheets during tacks. Besides, he’s the one who acts as our tactician because he’s good at drawing the lines in his head up the course to decide when we need to tack. This week I would be in charge of getting the Spinnaker ready to go up when we rounded M. The Spinnaker is a new thing for us this season. Last season, our third season sailing, we were in the Windseeker fleet and had a steady streak of first places. It was getting a little boring. This year, we hopped up to the PHRF fleet where they fly spinnakers and are overall more competitive. You can count on one hand how many times we have raised a Spinnaker on Argosia. Beyond that, Hubby gained some experience delivering a boat with my loft manager last year and I received a crash course on foredeck when I crewed on Ricochet for Women at the Helm. Our spinnaker, picked up at a rummage sale is too small for our boat but will do just fine until the one we ordered arrives. Three minutes till the start, we were the only boat without our headsail raised. “Ok. What is your plan?” I asked hubby. He isn't very fast to clue me in on these things. Considering our lack of experience compared to the rest of the fleet, my default is still to do what the other boats do. I am insanely uncomfortable waiting till the last minute to raise our sail. It feels like a tactic that will bite us in the a$$. Not enough time to trouble shoot if something goes wrong with the sail. Not enough time to swap it out for a different sail without being so insanely behind the fleet that you may as well not start in the first place. In our fourth season of racing, Hubby makes this call and if the start is blown, apologizes later so I let him even when I don't agree. See? Marriage therapy. Hands on practice with choosing your battles. “We’ll raise at two minutes.” “Ok.” I eyeballed the clock. Finally he called for the sail to go up and I pulled as fast as I could. Dread Pirate Wesley ensured that the hanks didn't get caught on the way up. Bobby, Speedy and Taz perched on the starboard rail while I secured the genoa halyard and trimmed the sail a few more inches. We were right in with the rest of the fleet. Just a little closer to Lemonade and we could give them a complimentary hull cleaning or pass them a beverage. On our port side, Richochet, the other San Juan 28 boat in our fleet. If there is one boat we want to beat, it is Ricochet, our sister boat. The final horn blasted and we were across the line. Excellent start. The wind was good at about 10 knots. Taz being up top was new. As the fleet spread out after leaving the start line and the boat heeled further, lifting the starboard rail high above the water, he started crying to go home. He wanted to hug Bobby, uncertain about the boat heeling. Bobby didn't want to be hugged. With the sail trimmed, I climbed up to the high side and sat next to him. He didn’t want to go down below with Bean and Mookie who were reading and napping. After a little assurance and letting him hug on me, he decided it’s a pretty decent ride after all. Tacking with him up top is a little tricky because he is slow to follow directions. After the third tack and a threat that if he wouldn't listen he would go below, he finally came back and sat where I ask him to when we are getting ready to tack. We couldn't find M. We knew where it should be, southeastish of the Rolling Hills, Glenn Cairn dock, but it wasn't there. The sun, of course was shining on the water where M might be. Vertigo, Juan Solo and Chosen Juan were ahead of us tacking as if they might be closing in on the mark. It felt like we were on an egg hunt searching for a 2 foot ball in the water. Scanning between tacks. Where the heck was the mark? Finally, Hubby spotted it. Two more tacks till we round it. I had already adjusted the Spinnaker sheets to how I want them instead of how Hubby likes them (the decision for him to drive the entire race was literally made while I waited to raise the headsail) With tasks already assigned for rounding, I let Speedy know it would be time to retrieve the Spinnaker from below after the next tack and secure it to the lifelines. Tack. Speedy retrieved the Spinnaker. With the sails trimmed, I went forward to get the sail ready to raise. Eventually, this will be their job so I can stay back and handle the sheets during the process. For now, Bobby would help with sheets in the cockpit as we rounded the mark. Hubby would raise the Spinnaker while steering. Speedy and Wesley would connect the whisker pole to the top lift and guy while I secured the sheets and halyard to the spinnaker. Spinnaker up, Headsail down. Well, almost in that order. Hubby still doesn’t trust what I learned when I crewed on Ricochet for Women at the Helm last year. Spinnaker not quite up and the headsail is coming down early. Oh well, the Spinnaker went up and filled, Wesley rolled the headsail forward to clear the deck and proclaimed that raising the spinnaker was much easier this week than last week (when hubby was in charge of the foredeck.) The spinnaker is finnicky… We may need to switch drivers on the downwind leg. Hubby is better at adjusting the spin sheets and for whatever reason, would not release the lazy sheet to me. Conversations to have in our post-race recap. Let me trim the spinnaker while you drive, or hand over the helm while you trim the spinnaker. To our left, Soujourn (windseeker fleet) pulled ahead of us as they and Piper entered the river of current near the shore. A trick we usually use when we aren't concerned about raising and lowering sails as we round the mark. Bigg Dogg passed us on their way back to the finish line and a healthy dose of dirty air sent our Spinnaker into a tissy fit. It was about to fill up again when POOF! The spin halyard released after the twisting of the sail around the forestay released tension from the shackle and the sail came floating down and into the water in front of the boat. Wesley and Speedy rushed forward to pull it out. We wrestled it into its bag. Blur passed us on his way back to the finish line and told us the sail was supposed to be in the air, not the water. (expletive) The headsail should have been going back up, but all felt like pandemonium and I was really certain we had already lost the race. DFL (Dead F****** Last) when we would really like to finish ahead of Ricochet in 8th or 7th place out of the ten boats racing. In road racing, when you are slow, you race against yourself. In keelboat racing, when you are still learning the lines, you aim for anything but DFL and work your way up from there. Spinnaker put away. Whisker pole secured. Raise the headsail and we continued to the "L" mark. I was still on the bow while Bobby was in the cockpit trimming as we rounded the mark. Wesley, hypervigilant about what I call the triangle of death where the headsail sheets connect to the sail, called for me as we prepared to tack. Basically, you need to be all the way inside or outside and well forward of the triangle during a tack. One leg outside the triangle will pull you off the boat as the sail comes across and the lazy sheet becomes the working sheet. If you are for some reason tangled in the lazy sheet...just don't get tangled in the sheets. Ever. I assured him I am was clear of the sheets and laid down for the sail to pass over me. Tack complete, Hubby was very dissatisfied by the lack of haste Bobby still demonstrates at trimming the sails and called for me to return. With us already in DFL, I figured it was no loss to let Bobby practice trimming but came back anyway. During the next tack, I looked over and whadayaknow, Gadzooks is behind us! I let hubby know and he argued that they couldn't be. They must have finished the race already and were just playing around. I was certain that they were still in the race and we were not DFL. We crossed the finish line and started to bear off the wind when Hubby realized Lemonade was coming in behind us as well (windseeker fleet). Quick tack to get out of their way as they cross the line. An apology as we headed down wind on our way past them. They didn’t have to adjust course, but before our hasty tack to get clear of the finish line for them, they may have wondered what the heck we were doing getting in their way after our finish. We had wind to sail all the way back to Oak Harbor. Bean heated chili for everyone which we finished before rounding Blower's bluff. While waiting for the chili, I taught the Dread Pirate Wesley who cannot tie a knot, how to tie a bowline. Hubby still stubbornly lives by tying a lot if you can’t tie a knot. He gets away with it because I love him. I explained to Wesley that this is the knot you tie around yourself if anyone ever throws you a line while you are in the water because it will hold tight but can be undone by "breaking its back" no matter how much load it has carried. It is also the knot to use when attaching sheets to sails. We have soft shackles on the headsail, but not on the spinnaker. This is the knot he untied when we put the Spinnaker away. An impromptu race against Ricochet down the channel into the harbor. A little guitar playing. The boys flaked the mainsail… mostly. I had to put my guitar up and help. Fenders down. Put away the sheets. Docking lines back on the boat. Put the sails away, bring the bin of dishes back to the van to wash at home. Head to the club to hear the results of the race and do a little socializing. We placed 9th out of ten boats, beating Gadzooks and 2 minutes behind Ricochet. All in all, a good night of racing.
  9. StinaQ

    Comeback 2022 - weeks 21-22

    I love that your helmet was as old as your bike. Glad you didn't need the helmet to do its job before you replaced it. You need a proper bike. I'm going through bloops and coming late to the conversations, but while you work through the things to get back to running, a good bike is a joy. Meanwhile, I have a lovely bike I treated myself to for mother's day 6 years ago... But too many kids to cart around with me during errand running and a dog who didn't grow as big as expected... So I'm not sure she'd be able to keep up with a bike ride. Feels good to be coming back though. Thanks for reminding me that Loopville still exists.
  10. StinaQ

    Comeback 2022 - week 23

    You definitely need a bike that fits you and not the 13 yo you bought it for in 99.
  11. I didn't expect this to happen. Maybe I hoped a little, but I didn't think it was possible. Maybe it was just a fluke. Today, only two weeks and exactly 5 runs into this training for my first 5k in overtwo years, the 40 yo Mom outran the teen. We are still doing intervals of running and walking, but we are going for 20 minutes this week and running 2 blocks with a recovery of one block walking. About ten minutes in, Mookie stopped running two blocks. My legs were feeling extra tired today but I pushed through, finished the two blocks and turned around to walk back to her. She was feeling nauseous. Ah yes. Nausea. Trying to figure out if a body wants a snack before or after a run. Working through the initial tantrums our bodies throw when we first begin to push them to go further and get stronger. For me, I get nauseous during strength training if I don't have a small snack beforehand. Short runs are best done on an empty stomach. Long runs... well, we aren't there yet. Maybe Friday I'll suggest she have a piece of toast before our run. We finished the run with me running two blocks and doubling back to meet her during my recovery walk. She ran, walked, walked and then ran a little more. Back at the house while I worked through the preventative stretching our bodies demand, Mookie shared that her ears hurt too. This too, I am familiar with and the reason that I often wear ear covers even when it isn't particularly cold outside. It's been warm enough lately to skip the ear covers for myself, but it's another thing to suggest for our next run. Nausea, ear pain, tired muscles that beg us to stop, why do we even stick with this process long enough for it to feel enjoyable for more than 30 minutes? (Her nausea/ear pain etc. all went away within an hour of finishing the run) I suppose I can be grateful that I know what lies on the other side of the difficult startup. I remember what it was like to run 10 miles for the simple pleasure of the meditative drumming out of all the days aggravations. I assure Mookie that this will get easier. It feels more challenging to run around the neighborhood because its not a flat track. Tomorrow morning I am scheduled to take Bobby and Bean to the gym. Planet Fitness rolled out the welcome mat for high schoolers this summer with a free pass for ages 14-17. It was the final nudge I needed to return to the gym again. My next run with Mookie will be on Friday. Maybe she'll bounce back and be able to keep up with or pass me again.
  12. StinaQ

    Nothing to See Here

    lol. Pluck, or no, I don't want those kinds of pictures on the interweb ;-)
  13. StinaQ

    Nothing to See Here

    I wasn’t kidding when I shared about the bra that threatens to dislocate my shoulder post workout. Last Saturday, I wore it because it was my last clean sports bra… When I went to take my shower…OMGoodness, I can't get this off. call it a draw-back to being a single mom perhaps… There I am with the darn thing halfway off, or me halfway out, but I can't get it above my shoulders. I thought I might have to call my 11 year old daughter: “Honey, help Mommy out of her bra.” But she's just entered that super private stage and I thought the image I saw in the mirror might scar her so I took a deep breath, contemplated my situation and inched the damn thing off. Left side up and inch, right side up an inch. Repeat till I was free. As I did so, I knew there would be a muscle somewhere in my back that would protest in a day or so. And it did. Maybe I should have cut myself out of it? My BF came over Sunday and tried to get my back to chill out. Lectured me about how I need to stretch more. I threw the offending bra away on Monday while folding laundry. I wasn’t able to sneeze for four whole days. Seriously. I would start to sneeze and the muscle just next to my left shoulder blade said “Oh, no you don’t B*$@#. I WILL put you on the floor.” and the sneeze just wouldn’t finish. I rejoiced on Thursday when I sneezed during Bell Choir. Ran yesterday and my angry muscle told me it was still holding a grudge but not so much that I wasn’t able to run for 30 minutes along the Ft. Ebey Bluff trail. Well, not so much run as hike/jog and a whopping 2 miles. UGH, I am so impatient to get back to where I was four years ago! So this week was not so good for the running because… back issue excuses and I’m just not as BA as some of you. Also, I need to stretch more. Pressing forward, next week will be better. A few pics from the trail run because it was a perfectly beautiful day to be running in a nearly empty state park.
  14. SEEEEESTER! So glad to see you here. You have to share about all you did during your pregnancy. Truly, you are my running/climbing hero. Love you.
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