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Can you believe I've never ran a Turkey Trot? I know. The girl who has run multiple races over a weekend has never run a turkey trot! But it's never worked with our family plans.
With us living in PA, and our family living in the South. Well, it's just 'us'. And I always feel a little guilty leaving my family at home to go run on Thanksgiving. And, I can't get them to join me for a 'family' outing to run one as a family. So while the rest of the running community is out trotting away, I was home in the kitchen today. But that's ok. No sadness here as I hope to get out tomorrow for a run. (Fingers crossed I can work it out with Hubby's schedule so that I won't have to run on the treadmill).
And I was able to get out yesterday for a couple of miles. This was me yesterday before the snow hit.
In years past, Hubby and I have gone out to eat on Thanksgiving day. This day, well it's usually a sad day for me since we are away from family. But now that Lil Man is older, we want to make our own memories with him. Hubby and I have our memories of Thanksgiving with family. So we want to create memories with Lil Man with his family... just right now his family happens to be the 3 of us.
So this year, I cooked. I used my Mom's recipe for her chicken and cornbread dressing. Lil Man and I made pecan pies and cookies along with lots of memories.
And of course, no holiday is complete without a little drama. Ours just so happened to be of the 'kitchen kind' this year. Yep, it started leaking, and I don't mean just a little drip.
So Hubby, along with his helper Lil Man, rushed to the rescue. (Notice Lil Man's drills. And yes, Hubby pretty much had to fix it with Lil Man under his arms).
As I type this, the boys are snoring, and I'm reflecting on how thankful I am on this Thanksgiving day even if I didn't get to run a Turkey Trot. :)
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I thought about posting this on Wordless Wednesday, then I realized I am not really one to be 'wordless' since I was born with the Gift of Gab ;)
But this picture pretty much sums up my week so far.
Yeah, this was one of our pumpkins. I came out to the car this morning and found it like this, all caved in... the first words that popped into my head were defeated and deflated. Man, was that a perfect analogy for these last few days, and well this last year of running. Lil Man has been a smaller cuter version of me with being strong willed, defiant, and determined to control all things possible. :) He did not fall far from the tree. But it's been trying to say the least. And this pumpkin summed up exactly how I felt.
Funny, how something like this can make me stop and think. But it did. Look at it? I mean it just looks so sad and dejected. Well that's definitely not how I want to be.. with running or with life!
With that in mind... I was determined... today's food has been on track. I ran 1.5 miles with some inclines, but there was lots of track. And truthfully, my mind wasn't totally on what I was doing, and I almost ran into 2 different oncoming cars. So I ran back to my car, drove to the gym where there wasn't any traffic. And I ran 2 more miles there. I wanted to see if I could 'push the pace' - my first time to run faster outside with some inclines thrown in.
It wasn't easy - breathing was the hardest - but I was pleased to see I could pull a high 8 (barely, but still an 8).
I felt my hamstring, but mainly after the run and not during (probably cause I couldn't breathe and I was focusing on that). But no real 'pain' at the moment. Tomorrow will be a better indicator.
And after this, I went inside the gym and did strength training (chest).
The pumpkin is going out with the trash tomorrow.. hopefully with the defeated state of mind that I've had this week.
Being injured is not fun. Also knowing how far to push, how little to push, how much rest, how little rest, how much a lot of things and you risk re-injury. You do too little and you lose a lot of fitness, and you might actually hinder recovery if the area needs to be worked.
So the reality is probably the best thing to do when injured is to see a doctor or go to physical therapy. Once again I am not a medical professional and this is just my personal opinion. However when you factor in schedules, lack of childcare, and money for said Dr. visits, most of the time I don't usually make it to the doctor's office or PT. So with this injury so far I have taken it upon myself to just try to listen to my body.
However I realize had I gone the medical route.....