November 29, 2012

Marathon nightmares and a giveaway winner

Another day, another pain-free run. And this time it was with speedwork. Lately I have this possibly irrational fear of speedwork, that the fast feet will immediately cause something to snap in my ankle. Today I had 5x1000 sprints on the schedule, and I felt overly cautious on the first two rounds. But when my foot bones didn't splinter apart, I was able to let go of the scared and embrace the huzzah of speedwork for the last three sprints.

At the end, I had one of these moments.

Bring it, Rocket City. 

Today's rockstar (meaning no bones were broken) speedwork session helped to counteract my first ever marathon nightmare. Last night, I dreamed that I was at the start line, but my legs were still sore from the lunges I did yesterday. And I felt so confused about why I was doing strength training the day before my marathon. There was this overall feeling of I'm not ready for this, why didn't I taper, how did I not remember this race was today, do I even remember how to run, where are my chia seeds

Marathon nightmares are rough, but not as rough as icing a sore foot in the winter. 

Brrrrrr. But no matter how many blankets I have to cocoon in, icing my foot needs to happen. It was even part of my physical therapy homework. 

Homework assignments from today's visit:
  1. Ice my foot.
  2. Do hip strengthening exercises. I'll have to get a picture of that one for you guys. 
  3. Read some more about Newtons. My PT brought her pair for me to try on today. They are so incredibly light. 
  4. Research additional nutrition/supplements. She really wants me to work on getting quality supplements to help my bones and joints recover from all the work I'm asking them to do. 
I love seeing a physical therapist who's also a runner. Every time I go, I feel like I learn something new about how my body works and how to better adapt to the stress of distance running. 

What I still need to learn: how to stop breaking stuff around my house. We're on a breaking spree this week. So far we've broken one Xbox, one TV, one Joseph (Mary's porcelain hubby), one jar of jam (thankfully only 1/4 full), and now one butter dish. I was in love with this butter dish that I found at the thrift store a few years ago. It was mustard colored, simple, and old. All things I love. 

But apparently you aren't supposed to drop really heavy salt shakers on top of your butter dishes. 

Reenactment. Noooooooooooooooo (cue the dramatic symphony). 

So the moral of today's post: do your homework and don't drop heavy metal stuff on delicate glass stuff. Who said this blog wasn't super informative?

And last thing, congrats to the Handana giveaway winner, Sarah Jones. Sarah, email me at yomommaruns (at) with your address so I can send out your new sweat/snot/anything you want wiper.

Also, they've been having a lot of sales for the holidays and other giveaways on the Handana Facebook page, so check it out for coupon codes before you load up on these for stocking stuffers.

Any Newton fans out there? Did it take you a minute to get used to the bump under the forefoot?

Have you broken anything you loved lately? Hopefully not someone's heart. 

Do you ice in winter? What do you do to warm up? I'm thinking I need to get the Costco-sized cocoa for the win.