Weekly Rundown

Somehow I seemed to have missed last week’s rundown. My days are just running together, I truly can’t believe we are at the end of February. The weather has been extraordinary warm for Maine- I saw 54 degrees last Sunday.
Now, I like winter, I like snow and I like winter activities. But when it gets warm like that, I am ready for spring. I start thinking about my garden, and riding, and running outside. I am sure Mother Nature will have something to say about that in March. We did get slammed with a week and a half of huge winter storms, then it got warm and all the snow started to melt.
So this February 13 to 19, the week I missed. I will bring it up to date with last week’s exercise later this week.

Monday: treadmill day. I did an easy 2 miles @ 3MPH. A little bit of stretching and I was good to go. Then I felt guilty because it was so easy, and I got back on later in the day for another 15 minutes. We had a blizzard that particular day, I didn’t have to go to work. So I spent most of the day in the easy chair, with occasional forays for housework, and getting on the treadmill.

Tuesday: I felt the need for more stretching, so I did 20 minutes of yoga. It was almost all stretch/relaxation moves with no real strength poses. I enjoyed it greatly, and was happy (read: madly excited) to see that my knee bends enough to do butterfly pose. Not a perfect pose, but the soles of my feet meet and I just need to practice stretching out to drop my knees.

Wednesday: Treadmill and yoga. First I did an easy 20 minutes @ 3 MPH-which seems to be my default speed. Then I followed up with  30 minutes of yoga. I did a DVD session from memory, and so got quite a few strength poses mixed in.

Thursday: a day off.

Friday: regular weight session, with one multi twist move. I try to add these moves I found from Self magazine to each session (sometimes that is all the session is, but not often. They are hard). Today I did one that mixes arm weights with squats and some twisting for my core. Afterwards, I did a few yoga stretches before heading out to work.

Saturday: treadmill again. I did 2 miles–5 warm up @ 3MPH, 15 minutes running @ 5MPH, 10 minute cool down @ 3MPH. As a further cool down, I took Daisy out for a mile walk. Although it was warm, I didn’t want to take her too far due to all the mud and puddles. Once her fur gets wet, no matter whether it is 40 or 50, she is going to get cold. She did not want to turn around and come back home. Mud season will be very long for her.  I may have pushed my knee a bit far, it was quite happy to come back home!

Sunday: a lazy day on the treadmill. I have a new one, and it holds my magazines so I can read while walking. Cool! So I walked for 40 minutes, varying the speed (still topping out at my default of 3MPH).


Reflections on Procrastination

So I have been slacking. Not so much with the exercise, but with the writing about said exercise and other related subjects. Do I have a good excuse?

Nope. My personal life, like everyone else in the world, is busy and complicated. But no more so than when I started my blog. I just let more stuff get in the way.

I always make time to exercise. Now I need to make that time for writing too.  I have a half-dozen partially written posts from the last few months. So my goal is to finish them. And write the rest of them that I have planned.

How do I accomplish that goal? I need to write everyday, just like I exercise. It won’t always be for this blog, I still have my other blog on writing as well. But hopefully, there will be much more new fresh stuff  to read here @ RunnerWithABlog.

Musings of an Elavator Snob

This week marks one year since my accident. February 6th, to be exact. Or so I am told. I don’t have too many memories of the week.

If you weren’t reading my blog at the time, I was hit by another car on the way to work. After three broken ribs, one broken knee, a lacerated live, a punctured lung, three fractures in my pelvic girdle and a Life Flight ride, I woke up two days later.

Oddly, the broken knee was the most lingering of all my injuries. Over the past year I have worked hard at trying to make it bend again.   And last Thursday I had the last reminder of my accident removed: the plate that held my knee together while it healed.

Talking with my husband, it occurred to me that I had come back from the incident like an athlete. That is not something I would have called myself. Definitely not graceful, and not terribly good at team sports. But I knew what I had been able to do before the accident, and I was determined to be able to do it again. The shape I had been in definitely helped me as I tried to get better. I definitely had the focus of an athlete.

I learned at an early age that anything worth having doesn’t come easy. My parents were prime examples of this, they worked hard and they didn’t let pain or sickness get in their way. In my 20s I didn’t have much of their drive, but I have come into my own in the last  10 years.  So after the accident I have worked really hard to regain my fitness.

My husband constantly accused me of pushing it too much. And of course I was. But how would I get better if I didn’t? It’s a fine line. Pushing enough to improve, but not enough to hurt oneself.  It needed to hurt a little, just not too much.

Stairs in particular presented a challenge. My job at the hospital required a lot walking to the patient rooms, on all the floors. When I went back to work, I had to use the elevators. I was able to walk up  stairs before I was able to walk back down them, since my knee didn’t bend and the muscle above it wasn’t strong enough to hold as I stepped down. Even after physical therapy, my knee seemed stuck at a 90 degree bend and tripping sent  uncomfortable reverberations up my leg.

But I kept at it, and eventually (about a month ago) I could walk down the stairs fairly comfortably without holding onto the railing. Not that I just started using them, I have been two-stepping down the stairs since mid summer. Which leads me to my title.

I have become an elevator snob.

I know sometimes they are quicker (although it seems  not to be while you are waiting for them), and in our hospital it is hard to take a direct route from the basement level to the third floor, however, as I trot up the stairs with metal in my leg and sheer determination to not fall on my face, I do have a tendency to look down on the people waiting for the elevator. Especially when I meet them coming out of the elevator on the first floor!