Getting It Done – Wherever You May Be

Who ever said you can’t get as good a workout at home as you can at the gym must have been overdosed on endorphins.

funny-puppy-gym-weights

Due to my schedule lately, it’s just been easier to work out at home.  Legs of course, are a bit of a challenge because – OH YEAH – I can’t BEND my knees.  (Ever notice how much of your day is spent with bent knees when you’re NOT supposed to?)  But I muddle through with the therapy exercises The Man gave me, and the hubby even went and picked me up a set of dumbbells.  Combined with this great little tiki bar I know, I’ve got all the makings of a great at-home gym.  Heck, I even have a little local college inspiration!

Don't you have ducks and dog dishes at your gym too?

Don’t you have ducks and dog dishes at your gym too?

2015 is my year of NO EXCUSES and I think I’m off to a pretty good start with this lovely, little, sweat-inducing brain child.  Have I mentioned the other gym members are pretty good at providing any required assistance at any given moment?  Or at least when not terrorizing the neighborhood feather gang or chasing tennis balls.

I got ya Mom.  I got ya.

I got ya Mom. I got ya.

Of course, as helpful as Wonder Mutt may be, it often leads to extended workout time as her idea of fitness is plopping all 53 pounds of her on top of me – as added ab resistance, I’m sure – and using as much force as possible to shove that cold, wet nose under my arms as I’m trying to plank.  I do have to give her credit though, as maintaining balance while being Labrattacked can become quite an adventure.  If I don’t come out of this in a few months with washboard abs and superior balancing ability, it certainly won’t be because of the Wonder Mutt Workout.

Let's go lady!  Squeeze those abs!

Let’s go lady! Squeeze those abs!

So if you’re having a bit of a hard time getting to the sweat store, and feel those pants starting to tighten up a bit, let me make a recommendation.  Grab yourself a mat, a couple sets of dumbbells and resistance bands, dust off that pain-in-the-ass (literally) foam roller, and just start MOVING.  If it takes a little bit longer than you’d like due to (ahem) furry interference (ahem), then just accept the kind offer and move on.  You have my permission to fib a little to your significant other that the additional doggy drool on your face actually IS sweat.  I won’t tell anyone.  Promise.

Not Wonder Mutt, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time....

Not Wonder Mutt, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before this ends up on my face….

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you work out at home or a gym?  Do you feel like you get a better workout at one versus the other?  Does your mutt like to actively participate in your exercise regimen?  Do you think perhaps doggy drool may acutally be good for your complexion?

Corral Crazies Anyone?

To all those stuck in the frozen tundra of the northeast – including various members of my family – think warm thoughts.

Beach House fishermen1

I’m sitting here watching Saving Mr. Banks for the umpteenth time – that PL Travers was quite the, well, YOU know – and following with morbid fascination the animated FB conversation over Princess Weekend corral placements.

"For the love of feathers Frank, get in the back of your darn corral, will ya?"

“For the love of feathers Frank, get to the back of your darn corral, will ya?”

Why do people get so hyped up over corral placements at every single runDisney event?  I get not wanting to start in the last corral if you’re not going to be walking the entire race, but geesh, is it really worth getting so darn worked up over it?  You’re going to start where you’re going to start.  You may have people finish in front of you and maybe people behind you.  But for the love of Mickey, YOU’RE RUNNING IN THE LAND/WORLD OF THE MOUSE!  How can anyone get their panties all in twist when THESE guys are on the course?

KN Villains

The villains are pretty cool too.   (Totally ripped off from Will Run For Ears.  Thanks Kellie!)

I think waiting for the corral placements to come out is always part of the anticipation of any Disney race, probably because it’s the final step before the actual event.  Will I be starting further away from the balloon ladies?  Will I be running for my life in order not to get swept?  Could I – dare I say it – possibly score an AG award?  Or – like me – just pray to the running gods that you can finish without the knees imploding.  A relatively pain-free race would be better than any AG award at this particular junction of my running career.

STILL waiting...

STILL waiting running gods.  Still waiting…..

Yet, the Corral Crazies continue.  I don’t know, maybe it’s just a mandatory part of race anticipation, like training and unfortunate, untimely belly blowups.  (Like that analogy, don’tcha?)  Everyone will always have their opinions and arguments over where the slower runners should be, whether or not PR’ing at a Disney race is possible, and who should get out of who’s way if they want to stop for pictures.  But my opinion is this:  run your race, whatever that may be.  Don’t sweat where you start as sooner or later you’re going to get the finish line (hopefully), and just take the time to enjoy what you’re doing and where you’re doing it.  And maybe – just maybe – if you’re in just the right place, at just the right time, you just might hear some GREAT singing.

"I can show you the course..."

“We can show you the course…”

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever find yourself caught in the Corral Crazies?  Is it important to you where you start a race from or do you just do your best from wherever you begin?  Is stopping for character photos a big part of your race?  Have you been “lucky” enough to hear us singing during a Disney race?  Wish you hadn’t?

Knobby Knee, I CAN Live Without You

Yes, I have actually named these joints that are slowly but surely driving me insane.

Who needs you anyway?!?

Friggin’ GD things….

It’s starting to feel like I cannot catch a break.  I’ll go days with no to minimal aches or pain, and then I’ll have a day or two where I just feel like plopping myself down on the floor and having me a good old crying jag.  Like today.

Just. Make. It Stop.

Just. Make. It Stop. PLEASE.

Since my schedule has been a bit insane, I’ve been working out at home more.  I’ve been able to get some really good weight and ab work in, but the cardio isn’t quite the same as I can do at the gym.  The Wonder Mutt can give me a pretty good walk around our lake, but I like to shake things up with some bike work as well.  I’ll go between the stationary and recumbent bikes, rotating between low and high resistant runs.  Saturday, I jumped on the stationary and set it for a medium resistance program.  Thirty minutes later, I had worked up a pretty good sweat and felt like I had accomplished a decent calorie burn.  Then…

dun-dun-duuuun

I spent the afternoon walking around at a local flea market.  Twenty minutes in, my right knee was on fire and my right hip was screaming at me.  WHAT. THE. YOU KNOW WHAT.  Now, I’ve pretty much reserved Saturday as my only day to party like a rock star. (Girl’s gotta let loose every so often, right?)  So after a cocktail and a glass of wine, and a begrudgingly taken dose of ibuprofen, the pain had miraculously disappeared.  It’s not exactly my recommendation of a good pain killing method, but hey, it worked!

Good for high cholesterol too!

Good for high cholesterol too!

Fast forward to Sunday.  I worked out at home again and decided to take Wonder Mutt for our usual jaunt around the hood.  Before we even started, the left knee this time – because damn, why should the left one feel left out? – felt bruised, like someone had kicked the crap out of it.  After a couple of Mutt miles, it felt no better.  So now I sit here with an ice pack slowly freezing my skin, on the verge of tears, wondering if I am ever going to get my running mojo back again.  Thankfully, these moments of moroseness haven’t happened often, but it IS like a black cloud I’ve stuffed in the back of my brain, that just keeps threatening to hit me with an unrelenting downpour.  I have yet to actually say it, but here goes…WHAT IF I CAN’T RUN AGAIN?

scared timon

I’m trying to make light of my fear with crazy Timon, but I really AM scared about all of this.  As with many of us, running isn’t just a thing we do to keep in shape.  My ortho asked me if running was a passion of mine.  I almost laughed as I said, “No doc.  It’s an OBSESSION.”  So what do you do when faced with what may or may not be a life-changing condition?

questioning-Person

What do I do???

It’s like a kick in the stomach every time I go to the gym and see people running, lunging, squatting, jumping, and basically doing everything I’ve been told not to for now.  I’ve been really good about following doctor’s orders, doing what I’m supposed to and keeping away from what I’m not.  I guess that’s why I’m so freaked out about why I’m still occasionally having so much pain.  I have another three weeks or so before I go back to the doctor, and I’m slightly terrified as to what he’s going to tell me.  Now I know this condition can be fixed somewhat with surgery, and at this point, as scary as surgery sounds, I don’t think I would completely object to it.  After all, I still have a score to settle after last year’s disastrous Splash and Dash/Wine and Dine Half Marathon.  And I so do NOT want to be dealing with knee pain at the first annual gathering of Team Can-Am, – aka Kellie, Nicole, Lisa, and Rae.  There is just too much shenanigan-making to be done.

shenanigans

So this is my plea to cyberworld:  if you’ve ever found yourself in a position like mine, please feel free to enlighten me as to how you managed to get through it – if you did – and how you managed to not completely lose your mind in the process.  If you did.  If mind-loss is just a mandatory part of it, then at least I’ll know, right?

Girlfriend ain't got no time fo this!

Go away Knobby.  Just GO AWAY.

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you suffered an injury or condition that prevented you from running for any considerable length of time?  Were you able to get back to it?  How long did it take?  Any advice to keep from going completely out my mind?

Random Randomness

I just realized it has been a really long time since I treated all of you to the random tornadic-game-show-dollar-machine-whirlwind that is my brain.

Remember me?

Remember me?

I now you’re all just chomping at the bit to see what’s been flying around in there.  Far be it for me to deprive you of such idiotic interesting musings.  Let me just throw a disclaimer in here that I cannot be held responsible for the following drivel.  It just falls out of my brain all on its own.  No assistance needed.

brain vomit

1.  Sometimes I just want to do this to my previous home state in the middle of a polar vortex.  Just because I can.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah.  Nah.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah. Nah.

2.  I REALLY hate those itty bitty bugs that love to fly right in your face.

Stupid bugs.

Stupid bugs.

3.  The hubby likes to beep the horn whenever we drive by cows on our way to Disney.  He says they’re lonely and like the interaction.

Captain! I just don't know!

Captain! I just don’t know!

4.  We live on a lake that is the winter residence to flocks of coots.  They like to all float together in a big bunch in the middle of the lake at night.  It’s creepy.  Like a bad Hitchcock spoof movie kind of creepy.

Hey Harry!  Check out that hottie over there to your right!  The one with the really sexy beak!

Hey Harry! Check out that hottie over there to your right! The one with the really sexy beak!

5.  Wonder Mutt leads a charmed life.

Leave me alone.  I'm meditating.

Leave me alone. I’m meditating.

6.  I’m SICK of having knees.

Who needs you anyway?!?

Who needs you anyway?!?

7.  What do you think is going on in that head?

(insert Scooby Doo huh? here)

(insert Scooby Doo huh? here)

8.  Who was the idiot who said if a bird poops on you, you’ll have good luck?  I’m thinking you’ll just have a dirty shirt.

Ew.  Just.  Yeah.  Ew.

Ew. Just. Yeah. Ew.

So there you have it.  The top issues that are occupying my brain these days.  Aren’t you just absolutely thrilled I had the foresight to share them with you?  I feel so much less brain cluttered now.  Thanks.

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever just feel the need to just pull the brain drain plug and let all the miscellaneous crap just come pouring out?  Feel better when you do?  What’s your opinion on the whole bird poop issue?