Weekly Rundown 2/25-3/4

Another cold week in Maine. I am definitely waiting for Mother Nature to relent so we can get outside on a regular basis. There is this wild rumor going around that next week should be in the 40s (farenheit). Sometimes I think the weather people just tell us these things so we don’t stone them when they walk the sidewalks!

Trees were so beautiful on a sunny day.  But I can’t wait until they have leaves on them!

I had planned a progressive run week. I feel like I haven’t been running as much or as long as I want to. So I planned 1 mile, then 2 mile, etc. Unfortunately, my knees were pretty achy and I decided discretion was the better part of valor. They have had a hard winter, and I think it is the cold.

 

 

 

Monday: A quick workout before I headed off to work. It was a snowy day, so I was rather hoping that the lab would be quiet most of the day. One bonus of going in so very early is that on stormy days, there isn’t anyone else out there to worry about! I am still going on the Burpee Challenge, and we are up to 36. I am not doing the push up Burpees, my shoulders revolted and I am giving in to them. So I did 18, then an 8:45 minute mile run and 18 more before getting ready to head out on the slippery roads.

Tuesday: off….except for those pesky Burpees. I split them again, doing 18–every other one with the push up–before feeding the horses. I came back in and realized we were supposed to do 38, not 36 (it was early, and I hadn’t had coffee yet) and did 20 more without the push ups.

Wednesday: another quick workout before work. I did a straight run of 40 Burpees then hopped on the treadmill for a brisk 12:55 mile walk.

Thursday: I got my Burpees out of the way before work, doing a set of 42. I always walk during my 15 minute break in the afternoon, it relaxes me to be active and just get away for a few minutes. In warm weather I walk outside, but I have been stuck inside for several months now. I am getting creative with my paths around the 4 floors. And I always try to get as many stairs in as I can, they’re going to help when I start on those hills this spring. On this day, I went up 3 flights, then back down 1 to walk a short path around the floor before going up 2 flights again. I repeated this all the way down to the bottom, then walked the 4 flights to the rooftop. And because I don’t like an odd number (stupid OCD), I decided I might as well walk along the bottom floor and back up to the first floor where I work for a round total of 14 flights of stairs (really, the OCD was just a good excuse to get one more flight in). When I got home I did 15 minutes of slow, stretchy yoga. It felt sooooooo good.

Friday: A marvelous day–only 1 Burpee! And it actually was warm-ish, so I got to take Daisy out for 26 minute, 1.4 mile walk. I also hung out with the horses. The blacksmith was coming to trim their toes, so I went out and petted them and took the blankets off before giving them a brush.  While I waited, I cleaned the stall and barnyard. That was a workout right there!

Char was happy to see me!

 

Saturday: Blankets were back on the horses as it was more than a little chilly again. So I got on the treadmill again, after doing 22 Burpees (with push up). I did a preset run that took 30 minutes for 2.7 miles. Then I finished the Burpees, doing 22 more without any push ups and ended with 10 minutes of stretchy yoga.

 

 

Sunday: A slightly shorter Daisy walk–I am trying to build up gradually so she can get in shape for the longer summer walks–as a warm up, then walked more briskly on the treadmill for another 1.79 miles. I split the Burpees again, doing 23 with push ups before the treadmill and 23 more without push ups after. I finished the day with 15 minutes of mostly stretchy yoga.

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!