A Reality Smack Up Side The Head and A Game Changer

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So by now you guys know I’ve been in the middle of a major pissing contest with these buttheads.

Bad! Bad knees!

Bad! Bad knees!

Actually, it’s more a little to the outside of the noses, but you get the idea.  This battle has been off and on for the past two years and brought my shot at a Disney PR back in January to a screeching halt.  Literally. Screeching, screaming, crying….you get where I’m going here?  Anywho, I thought I finally had a handle on it until last week when it got ugly again HERE.

WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

However, after a couple of weeks of therapy – for the knees, not the head, which I’m actually starting to think really are connected – after switching up HOW I run – thank you Mr. Galloway and my new-found somewhat longer attention span – things are starting to look up.

Could it be? A giant can of TUNA FISH?!?

Could it be? YES!! A giant can of TUNA FISH?!?

As I was chugging my way CAREFULLY through an 8 miler this weekend, I suddenly got hit by lightning.  Not literally. More like a little hit.  Maybe more like a tap.  Can one get tapped by lightning?  (Sorry, Dug-Squirrel moment there).  In a brief moment of runner clarity, and after the accompanying smack upside the cranium, I made a sudden runner-life-altering decision.  In a flash, gone was the single-minded goal of a Disney PR at the Wine and Dine in three weeks.  In its place, in all it’s luminous glory, was THE NEW DECISION.  I’m no longer going for a Disney PR.  Instead, I am – wait for it – going to run it —— FOR FUN!!!!!  CAN YOU FREAKIN’ BELIEVE IT????!!!!! Neither can I!!!!!

And the best part – I decided to go the FUN route because I am finally getting the chance to run it WITH SOMEBODY.  Somebody, who runs like ME! (That would be the non-speedy type, BTW.)  Actually, TWO SOMEBODYS!! (Well, one non-speedy like me and one speedy.  But she loves cupcakes as much as I do, so she’s in).  After all the excitement when runDisney released the corral assignments last week, and finding that Accountabilibuddy Kellie was only one corral behind me, it was an easy decision to jump in with her.  And THEN, Nicole jumped in too!!!  Oh happy, happy runner moment!!!!

happy-dance

So the self-imposed runner pressure is off.  I’m still going to run the best Half that I can, but the priorities are now this:

1.  Have FUN. FUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUN.  FUN.

2.  See exactly how many times we can sing the entire version of Let It Go from the start to the finish line.  And yes, Vegas is setting odds.

3.  Stop, drop, and #NardiChallenge with the Green Army Guy.

4.  Thank the Phoenicians as we fly by the Geosphere.  If you have to ask, I don’t know you.  And you should be ashamed of yourself.

5.  Did I mention? HAVE FUN!!!!! (And shooting for this look with my sister Accountabilibuddies far and wide at the after party. Plus cupcakes.)

Ladies? It's PARTY TIME.

Ladies? It’s PARTY TIME.

So with my new-found Wine and Dine outlook and attitude, I’m no longer going to freak if I’m not hitting the times I was previously shooting for in training.  I am a true believer in everything happening for a reason.  And I truly believe I was meant to slow down, (even if it DID mean by getting re-injured), tripping across the hilarious, where-the-hell-was-I-looking-for-humorous-outlooks-on-life before I fell into the blogs of Kellie, Nicole, Lisa/LindseyRae, and Jenn/Moon, and finding an alternative to painkillers and constant cursing in an effort to beat back the pain monster, (repeat after me, “lasers are your friend!”).

Sometimes the planets align just right, your dog kisses you with non-stinky breath, and your hubs brings you a cup of Moose Tracks just when you need it most.  And this is one of those moments.  Except the ice cream is vanilla and Calypso’s breath stinks like the fish she just ate.  It’s okay….I’ll take it.

Enjoy the ride.

What’s the last “aha” moment you had? Was it during a run?  Did you run into a tree or a swarm of  bees when it happened?  Did you even notice?

Sheer Outrage

I know you guys typicaly stop by for a laugh, giggle, or somehwat skewed outlook on life.  If that’s what you’re looking for today, you ain’t gonna get it.  I’m pissed. REALLY PISSED. I’m not going to get up on my soapbox about this ass and a half, as that would end up in this little blogspot becoming a blog novel.  Suffice it to say, I’m pissed, thankfully alot of people in my neck of the woods are also, and hopefully this guy will get exactly what’s coming to him.

http://www.nbcmiami.com/news/local/Man-Arrested-After-Pet-Pit-Bull-Found-Badly-Burned-in-Hollywood-279140081.html

Take a moment, watch what this a-hole did, and if the mood strikes you, please, PLEASE, pick up the phone and make the call that could help save this poor animal’s life.  Then go find your dog, cat, whatever critter you may love, and give them a big loving hug and an extra biscuit.  Or a steak.  They deserve it.  Thank you.

Enjoy the ride.

Would somebody PLEASE explain to me why people find it so necessary to abuse a loving, helpless animal?  PLEASE?!?

Where Is Your Head At?

Like most responsible bloggers – not that I claim to be one of them, mind you – I try to have a list of topics I’d like to cover at least two weeks out.  I found it’s easier than letting my dollar machine brain spin out of control and sadly, end up with squat.  More often than not though, as I start writing in earnest about the day’s chosen subject, the tornadic activity kicks into overdrive and the inevitable brain vomit follows, resulting in a side trip to whatthehellisshetalkingaboutand how thehelldidshegetthere-itis.  Bear with me.  There actually IS a point I’m trying to make.

brain vomit

As I laid on the torture massage table this afternoon, staring at the ceiling and cursing under my breath, (not so much), my synapses started firing at full force as I wondered how, after two FREAKIN’ years, I was STILL dealing with IT issues.  Why, just when I thought I finally had this cursed pain in my ass knees licked, it showed up yet ONCE AGAIN.  And here I am, in the chiro’s office ONCE AGAIN.  Getting my muscles, tendons, ligaments, and whatever the heck else is in there, stretched, mushed, and beaten into submission. ONCE AGAIN.  Are you sensing a pattern here?

I don't WANNA have to foam roll any more!

I don’t WANNA have to foam roll any more!

Seeing as the only way I can keep from hurling my shoes at my massage therapist’s head is to breathe deeply, I was happy to find that it also helped quiet the noise in my head that kept screaming, “IS ALL OF THIS WORTH IT? DON’T YOU WANT TO JUST THROW IN THE TOWEL, PERMANENTLY ATTACH YOUR BUTT TO THE COUCH, AND EAT CUPCAKES?  ALL DAMN DAY???” Yeah, that’s really what my head says to me.  Doesn’t everyone’s?

Eat all the cupcakes.  ALL OF THEM.

Eat all the cupcakes. ALL OF THEM.

Thankfully – once I got over the whole cupcake fantasy thing – I was able to calm down and put things back in my favorite place.  Yeppers!  Black Dog is back on the PERSPECTIVE train!

tracks

Soooouuuuullllll Train…….

I COULD actually permanently affix my dupa to the couch and eat cupcakes all day while watching a Criminal Minds marathon, but that would only result in larger sized sweatpants, frosting mushed into the couch, and uncontrolled drooling over Shemar Moore’s abs.  While that in itself wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, it wouldn’t exactly help the original problem of getting these miles run with a tolerable amount of pain.  And that track always leads me back to the same place.  A little land I call TRUST THE PROCESSville. Land. WHATEVER.

As runners, we all end up there at some point.  A pain or ache that simply refuses to go away and makes our running life a living hell.  We stretch, foam roll, grunt, groan, and occasionally scream our way through every possible mode of therapy we can think of.  We wonder if it’s all worth it.  And then we see this.

soldier finish line

 And this.

Eric-CrossingAnd this.

Boston Survivor

And suddenly, all our aches and pains, pulled muscles, sore feet, lost nails, and yes, even our ITBS, suddenly doesn’t seem to matter so much.  Our complaining becomes tempered, our tears dry up quicker, and we look at things just a little bit differently.  We’re thankful we have our eyes to see, our lungs to breathe, and our legs to run.  That long, slow run we’ve been dreading all week doesn’t seem quite so scary come Saturday morning.  And instead of quietly sneaking out before dawn to get our miles in before work, we take a moment and kiss our significant other on the forehead, even if it wakes them up.  Because we realize that life is a precious gift.  And one that should never be taken for granted.

So if you’re battling a chronic injury like me, and feel like giving up, DON’T.  You WILL beat back the demons that seem to thwart your attempts at victory.  You WILL be able to look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you see.  And you WILL emerge victorious on the other side.  And all the anger, tears, and pain will have been worth it.  So go ahead and wrap your head around THAT.

 Enjoy the ride.

Ever get so down in the dumps about an injury that you thought your running days were over?  Were you able to overcome it?  Who or what inspires you or helps you keep things in perspective?

Miles, Music, and Mayhem

Make sure you guys check out the Mickey Monday Linkup and check out some awesome-sauce blogs from some of my fellow Disney fanatics!!

If you spent any time stalking my adventures on social media this weekend, then it wasn’t very difficult to figure out what I was up to.

FINALLY!!!

FINALLY!!!

It came down to a last-minute decision as to whether or not we would make the trip or just wait until Wine and Dine Weekend.  But the lure of Sister Hazel, (for the third year running), and a generous offer of free passes, (who am I to say no?), sealed the deal.  So at approximately 1347 hours on Friday, the Hubs, Wonder Mutt, and me, jumped into our Interspacial Telekinetic Super Mouse Transporter Device – okay, okay, our truck – and headed north to the land of all things wonderful and glorious.  But first, we had some minor details to attend to.  You know, like getting me back on track for THIS.

Ooooooohhhh, pretty.....

Ooooooohhhh, pretty…..

And unless you haven’t been paying attention, (it’s okay, happens to me all the time.  ALL the time), then you know my favorite place to train – outside of you know where, of course – is right up the road.

WOTAfter my IT meltdown, a temporary vacay from pounding the pavement, and a week’s worth of laser and massage therapy, I gingerly laced up the shoes Saturday morning and headed out.  Oh wait, seeing as my hubs was in a sharing mood, he decided why by selfish and keep his cold germs to himself?  I love you honey, but that REALLY wasn’t necessary.

Thankfully, my superior bug-fighting skills kicked in and, after a decent night’s zzzzfest, I woke up ready to rock.  Never having been able to concentrate long enough to do the whole run/walk thing, (Oh look!  What a pretty flower!), I decided to give it another shot in the hopes of keeping the pain in check.  So off onto a 4-5 mile, 4:1 ratio I go.  Since I didn’t want to push either my immune system or my knees, I kept my pace well in check and happily, wound up feeling like this!

Happy knees make me smile!

Happy knees make me smile!

Now that’s not to say it was a pain-free run, and after all, it WAS only 4.5 miles, but at least I didn’t end up in tears like the last time.  And THAT, my dear BloggerWorld friends, is ALWAYS a reason to smile.  Even if my face does closely resemble a bowl of strawberry Jello-O.

With all this happy-happy-joy-joy juice a-flowin’, what better time than to head off to my favoritest (?) place on the planet to play at being the world’s greatest groupies and getting into all kinds of mayhem?

Meet Mayhem.  Parts 1, 2, and 3.

Meet Mayhem. Parts 1, 2, and 3.

"It's all for UUUUU!"

“It’s all for UUUUU!”

(They may be from that OTHER city, but the really DO love Miami!)

And my day got even better when one of my bros paid me a surprise visit!

Cheeeeese!

Do I have spinach in my teeth?

So as I sit here replaying all the awesome-sauce moments of the past 72 hours, all I can say is this.  You may not think there’s such a thing as Disney magic.  But when you can come back from what seemed to be a running disaster, to feeling like you just may be able to kick that asphalt once again, to fate dropping a brother and fellow Disney Dork directly into your path, all the while wreaking all kinds of havoc with a few of your best Disney buddies at the most Magical Place on Earth, well….then you JUST DON’T GET IT.  But keep trying anyway.  You just never know.

"When you wish upon a star..."

“When you wish upon a star…”

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those days where everything just seemed to fall into place without you even trying?  Didn’t it feel great?  Was Disney involved?