Wednesday, May 27, 2015

'Cause the Flag Still Stands For Freedom

Pardon my tardiness on posting my recap for my race for the month of May. I had dental work yesterday that will hopefully be it for me, well aside from getting the stitches out next week. And the follow up appointment in three months. And the one three months after that. And the one six months after that.

Holy shit, I just realized I'm going to dental appointments like I went to appointments with the boys when they were little peanuts. Seriously, this damn tooth is as much work as a newborn!

I ran the Wins For Warriors 9K on Memorial Day. The weather looked good. There was a slight chance of rain and it was supposed to get into the 80's, but the race started at 9:00AM so I figured it would be cool enough.

I got down to Comerica Park at about 8:00AM. My friend had already picked up my packet and t-shirt. We checked out some of the veteran groups inside Comerica Park. I had no idea there were that many support groups and I really, really hope veterans are made aware of the resources available to them when they are home.

Wins For Warriors is a charity geared towards providing mental health resources to veterans in the Detroit area, as well as in Virginia, maybe?, which is where Justin Verlander, the pitcher for Detroit Tigers, is from.

At 8:45 the opening ceremony started. A few different men from the different groups there had some speeches and a woman sang the National Anthem. Then we were directed to line up. The race was small, probably close to 300 people max.
 My friend and I lined up near the back.
The starting line and Comerica Park to the right
The starting gun went off and away we went. The weather was perfect, overcast with a lovely breeze. Right away we fell to the back of the pack. The first part of the race was around the stadium, then onto Woodward.
I had my fuel belt but ended up running with my phone in my hand so I could take pictures. Neither S. or I had plans to run this at a fast pace, in fact, I was running without my Garmin, so we focused on having fun.

The first mile flew by, which rarely happens. A lot of the time it feels like it takes forever for that sign to show up.
S. and I talked and enjoyed the lovely day and the scenery. By Mile 2 we were starting to head towards the riverfront.
We got to pass some fun Detroit sights:
This arena won't be around for much longer, a newer one is being built next year
Freighter on the Detroit River
At one point on the riverfront I recognized one of the volunteers as Katie from Runs For Cookies. I always make a point to thank every volunteer along the way. I had one of those moments where I was saying, "Thank you." for volunteering and my brain was running through it's card catalog of faces going, "How do we know her?". As soon as I figured it out, I half yelled, "Katie! I read your blog. I love it. Thanks for volunteering!" Katie very kindly said, "Thanks! What's your name?" And I was all, "Meg!" and away we ran. I wish I had stopped and taken a picture, but ah well.

By Mile 4 S. was starting to run out of steam so we ended up walking more than running. I was feeling surprisingly good. Surprising because I hadn't run further than three miles since my half marathon back in April.

I spent the rest of the race cheering her on, making her run when she didn't want to, and pretty much babbling in order to distract her.

We had some rain about a mile from the finish. Thankfully it let up pretty quickly. I didn't mind getting wet, my biggest concern was the fact that if it rained too hard we wouldn't be able to do down on the field at Comerica Park. Spoiler alert, we were able to run the warning track!

We crossed the finish line just under 1:20. After we crossed the finish line we were directed down to the field where we could walk or run around the warning track.
Once we hit home plate we were given medals which were a surprise, they weren't mentioned on the website at all.

And after the race we went out for brunch and I got a delicious Bloody Mary.

All in all, the race was great. There were some small things that I didn't dig, mostly the fact they only had one water station. Thankfully it wasn't that hot, but we maybe could've used one more station. Also, at the end of the race, once we got our medals and were directed off to the concourse there was no real direction. I saw people with bananas and bagels but have no idea where they got them. We could've used more communication when it came to pre-race stuff, but again, no big deal, the race was small enough that we figured everything out.

Really, though, this race was for the Wins For Warriors charity so I didn't mind any of that. I had fun, I finished with a smile on my face, and I got to help out a great charity. What more could I ask for?

Friday, May 22, 2015

For Purple Mountain Majesties

Five Happy Things

1. I am running the Wins for Warriors 9K on Monday. I needed to fund raise a minimum of $100.00 in order to participate and was able to do so thanks to the generosity of friends. THANK YOU FOR DONATING! The weather is supposed to be great, my running friend will be joining me so I won't be running alone, and it's a race that benefits an awesome cause.

2. My in-laws are taking the boys for a slumber party on Sunday. They're picking them up around 11:00AM. Hubs is going to golfing so once they leave with them I will have the whole house to myself in the middle of the day.  Holy crap! You know what I'm going to do? Clean the shit out of that place!

3. Somewhat related to the first two, Hubs is going to come to the 9K with me on Monday. The finish is at home plate at Comerica Park (home of the Detroit Tigers) so he gets to hang out in the park and watch me. Afterwards we are going to brunch and mama's getting a Bloody Mary. That counts as a vegetable, right?

4. We are having my sister and her family, and one other couple over for a BBQ Saturday evening. Weather is supposed to be perfect and I get to snuggle on my lovely niece.

5. I have my oral surgery on Tuesday. While that isn't a happy thing, I also get a bonus day off. Sure, most of the day will be spent at the dentist's office, but gotta look on the bright side, ride? Anyway, even if it completely sucks at least the damn thing will be taken care of and I can stop worrying about it!

Have a happy Memorial Day weekend!

Thursday, May 21, 2015

She's Mighty Mighty And Just Lettin' It All Hang Out

We are in the midst of fun toddler times. For the past two nights the boys have really been fighting going down for bed. I know it's not because they aren't tired, C. almost fell asleep on the swing at the park. And A. almost fell asleep on the couch before dinner. This was because they didn't nap yesterday. Honestly, switching to toddler beds has been a nightmare. I know it's part of the boys growing up, but sweet mother of pearl, it has been a pain in my ass.

I had planned on running yesterday morning but we had a super long fight trying to get the boys to bed, then both of them were up at 3AM and A. was up again at 5AM. When my alarm went off at 6AM I said, "Yep, I know it's only a half hour more of sleep, but screw it." and went back to bed.

Thankfully they stayed asleep last night. I popped out of bed when my alarm went off and headed out on my merry way.

Dreaming Small mentioned this in a blog post and I agree with her:

"When I run, I don't feel fat."

It's so very, very true. Even when I get passed by faster, skinnier runners I don't think, "Man, I wish I could be small enough to run in those tiny shorts." I think, "Damn, that woman is fast. You go, lady!" and maybe I pick up my pace for a few strides just to feel a little more badass.  Sometimes I think my legs are too tired or how my lungs are burning, or even how awesome a song is. I get distracted by the sights around my neighborhood (Squirrel! Rabbit!) and by watching for cars.

When I am running I am a machine. I may be a bigger machine, but I am still a machine!

Which brings me to this:

I was listening to the radio this morning, our local sports talk station, 97.1 The Ticket, in case you are around here, a subject came up that bugged me. Now, I know I tend to listen to shows that are geared towards men, I can't help it, I just like to hear the sports stuff more than any updates on the stupid family that starts with a K or Miley Cyrus or whomever.

One of the male DJs started telling this story about the model, Tess Holliday, featured on the cover of the People Magazine Body Issue. Here is a link to People's pictures of her. The first thing he talked about was how in the 90's when the super skinny model look was popular everyone complained because it was super unhealthy and how negative it was, etc, etc. He continued to comment how he felt putting a woman this big (and from the way they described her you would've thought she was an enormous whale) on the cover of a Body Issue, was just as unhealthy as the super skinny models of the past. His belief was by showing a woman who was beautiful, even as a size 22, it was going to make people think being obese was good? I don't know what exactly he said, but either way, he was upset with her being on the cover of People.

There were jokes, of course. Another male DJ compared her to one of the Detroit Lions linebackers.

I sent in this text message:

I had to change the station, so I don't know if they read it on the air or not.

Fat shaming all around!

I realize that childhood obesity is pretty near epidemic standards. Kids are moving less and eating more crap. But the same people who hate Tess Holliday or Melissa McCarthy also howl at the moon when they see pictures of school lunches and blame Michele Obama when their kids are pissed about the crap served in the cafeteria.

Do you know what one of my clearest memories from childhood is? Reaching for a second helping of fish sticks and hearing my oldest brother say, "There's no such thing as a fat cheerleader, Meg."

Yep.

I have hated my body for years. In fact, I think the only time in the last twenty years or so where I didn't hate my body was when I was pregnant.

Good for you, Tess, and to People for putting her on the cover. You go on with your badass self. And maybe some kid who hit puberty and all of a sudden got hips and breasts and some lovely pudge around her tummy will look at a picture of you and think, "Yep, she's lovely. I'm lovely, too."

Monday, May 18, 2015

Practically Perfect That's My Forte

After a weekend full of hanging with toddlers, cleaning the house, enjoying the early warmth, and just enjoying the family time, I didn't think I would be awake enough to get up for a run this morning. My sister has this quote we throw back and forth to each other, "Mondays are for surviving." Yep, sometimes it takes every effort in the world just to get to work on time on Mondays.

Then there are days like today where I got up early and went for a run AND made it to work on time. Double score!

I am running a 9K on Memorial Day, which comes to just a shade under six miles. I haven't really trained for it, and in fact, my longest runs have been in the three mile distance. I am doing the run with my friend who I ran my two half marathons with last year and we had a blast so hopefully that helps with this one.

With that race looming, and a 5K planned for the following weekend, I know I need to keep my legs moving and get some miles under my belt. Which means a Monday morning run.

It is unseasonably hot and humid here. At 6:00AM the temp was in the 70's. Yeesh. I went for a run in a tank top which is a first for me. I know that sounds dumb, but I've never felt the need to wear a tank top. It actually felt pretty good.

Nothing too crazy with my splits. I love how it probably takes me a good half mile to wake up.
By the time I finished my 2.20 miles I was a sweaty mess.
As much as I hate getting up early on a Monday, I'm super glad I did. There's just something about starting the week off like that! HAPPY MONDAY!

Thursday, May 14, 2015

I'm Gonna Give All My Secrets Away

I went to the opera with my friend last night. Gotta love a birthday opera date. We had dinner first, delicious Greek food. I love me some tzaziki! Other than the bread, which I used to sop up the tzaziki, my meal was pretty on point. I got the vegetarian platter, ate the veggies, the potato, and saved the spinach pie for Hubs.

I figured I burned off all the calories walking from the restaurant to the Opera House. Not really. But it sounds good.

We saw Faust, which was very depressing and had all sorts of slut shaming going on. Much like today, I suppose. My friend was in the chorus so we met up with him afterwards and I picked his brain. My main concern was, were we actually supposed to like Faust? Because I thought he was a bit of an assclown.

Somehow I managed to get up and run this morning. I love my internal debates. I knew if I hit snooze I would only be getting about twenty more minutes of sleep. How could I justify not running?

Again, I cannot stress how simply odd it is for it to be so damn bright out at 6:00AM.

I altered my route a bit, got some hills in, and ended up aiming for three miles since I had enough time, or so I thought. Of course doing the three miles completely jacked my morning routine and I ended up running around the house like a crazy person trying to shower, make coffee, make breakfast.

I love how my splits show the point where I realized, "oh shit, I gotta bust ass or I'm going to be late!"
I did get to work and chug 24 ounces of water right off the bat so boom to that one!

And because my tooth issues refuse to be silenced I am going to overshare. Apparently one of the side effects of my super strong antibiotics is stomach issues. Dentist asked about it on Saturday, but I was fine. Not so much anymore. I have three days worth left to take and having to run to the bathroom shortly after taking it is getting old. Bleh.

Hey, we made it over the hump. It's Thursday! Which means it's practically Friday! Oh happy day!

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Wake Me Up Inside, Save Me

After four visits to the dentist in less than five days I am officially recovered. Well, as recovered as one can be when one still has major dental surgery scheduled in two weeks. So, I am mostly recovered. I pointed out to Hubs that my dimple has finally showed back up (it disappeared in all the swelling) and then he said, "Enjoy it while it's here. It's probably going to leave again in two weeks."

Damnit.


Inspired by my awesome Lovely Ladies Losing It group I woke up early this morning and went for a run.  It has been a long ass time since I've done that. I didn't realize how much I missed it until I was out there running.

I also didn't realize how light it is in the mornings now. Fun!

I felt great, even took the route with more hills.
The view was so pretty, I looped around and ran up the hill a second time so I could get a picture of it for you guys. What I do for my blog readers!

And the post run picture:
I like that I have photographic proof I only use one earbud when running. Safety girl, that's me.

Monday, May 11, 2015

I'll Give You Something You Can Cry About

Let the tooth drama continue!

When we left off I was scheduled to see the Endo at some point on Saturday. Someone from the office was going to call me at 10:00AM and if it was still swollen then I would go in. I woke up Saturday with high hopes that all would be fine.

I said to Hubs, "Does it look any better?"
Pay no attention to the puffy cheek. It's normal!
And he said, "You look beautiful. But your face is still really, really swollen."

Balls.

Hubs had to go to a funeral, my sister had to go to a baby shower, so when the office called at 10:00AM and scheduled me to come in as soon as I could I called my friend K. I had already asked her if she could watch the boys on the off chance (I had high hopes, people) I had to go to the dentist so she was ready for my call.

And the Endo the lovely Dr. D. pretended like I had a choice in the matter and said, "Well, you're on antibiotics and have only been for 24 hours so we can wait and see if that will bring the swelling down. Or I can make an incision in the gum and put in a drain and leave that for 48 hours."

And I said, "Great, wait for the antibiotics it is."

And he said, "Let me just get some topical numbing stuff on your gums."

Wait, what? How come you get to pretend like I have a choice in the matter, Dr. D? I call bullshit!

Now, I am a woman who appreciates knowing what is going to happen. I also appreciate honesty. Don't sugarcoat stuff for me, tell me the truth.

Which means when Dr. D said, "This is going to hurt more than a normal numbing shot because the gum tissue is already inflamed." I appreciated knowing, but was also upset because when a dentist tells you something is going to hurt it means it's going to really effing hurt.

I may have cried.

I made it through the procedure as bravely as one can. The drain comes out this afternoon which is good. It hasn't really bothered me, it just feels like I have a piece of plastic stuck between my gum and my cheek.
Me to Hubs. "Is it getting any better?" Hubs, "Um, sure."
Life does not stop because of dental issues. We took the boys to the park on Saturday and because sometimes you just have to say "screw it" when it comes to laundry, we let them play in a giant mud puddle.
And they loved every second of it!
By Sunday the swelling was coming down. I got to sleep in a bit and when I woke up I felt like going for a run so I headed out while Hubs wrangled toddlers for forty minutes.

3.25 miles later I was home. I felt good, nice and worked out! My face wasn't even throbbing so BONUS!

And a nice post-run picture:
The swelling really was coming down, I swear!
 We celebrated Mother's Day with my mom in the morning, his mom in the afternoon, and just the two of us for dinner. It was a great day even with a jacked up mouth!

And now for this week. The awesome Facebook group I belong to, Lovely Ladies Losing It, is doing a month long challenge broke down into individual weekly challenges. This week we are focusing on our H2O. Bring on the water!


Friday, May 8, 2015

Her Face is a Map of the World

I took a post-run picture last night and couldn't figure out why it looked so terrible. Yes, I know my picture game isn't that strong, but I just looked weird. Was it the lighting? The angle?
I have a dimple in my left cheek that has disappeared.

It honestly took me a few minutes to realize that the swelling in my face was the problem, not my inability to take a nice picture, a la Chandler Bing.

I finally gave up on trying to smile and made duck lips. Because that's where my life is right now.
I just realized you can see my dog, Lona, on the couch back there. Cute photo bomber!
Hubs had hockey last night but I really wanted to run so I had about a half hour to get in as much mileage as I could. I ended up doing 2.20 miles in 26 minutes. The sun was setting so it was getting dark, but not too dark where I couldn't see the sidewalk. I pushed myself pretty hard, something I haven't really been doing on runs, mostly because a lot of my runs have been long runs in training for my half. It was nice to just try to see how fast I could go.

The best part about a good workout is how it just makes me forget things, like how much my face hurts. For those 26 minutes I was just thinking about running, not tripping over sidewalks, and enjoying a good workout.

And guess what? I just called the endodontist and apparently, this much swelling isn't necessarily a good thing. So, yeah, guess who gets to go in tomorrow for more poking of the face, etc. You all, seriously, I should just get all my damn teeth pulled and get some dentures.

Alright, I will try to let that go and quit whining about it. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Thursday, May 7, 2015

I Thrill When I Drill a Bicuspid

I have a whole mental list of Grown Up Things that I am constantly checking off. Some are good:

*Have first legal drink
*Order a drink and no one asks for ID
*Get married
*Drink wine because it tastes good and not to just get hammered

And there are some crappy ones:

*Get a PAP smear
*Balance a checkbook
*See an accountant to do our taxes
*Drink water all day to stay hydrated

And then there are super crappy ones, like the one I got to check off yesterday:

*Visit an endodontist (I'll shorten it to Endo from this point on just to save my brain)

Oh, you don't know what that is?

Per Wikipedia: Endodontics (from the Greek roots endo- "inside" and odont- "tooth") is the dental specialty concerned with the study and treatment of the dental pulp.

It's a fancy word for a root canal specialist.

Balls.

You know, I am honestly not afraid of a root canal. I have, unfortunately, had five of them and they are nowhere near as scary as they seem. To me it just feels like a really drawn out filling. REALLY drawn out, but still, nothing too crazy.

Unfortunately, that is not why I went to the Endo. I had a root canal four years ago. Had the root canal, got a crown put on it, done. I paid a lot of money for this procedure, probably close to a $1000. I was under the impression that that was it, that I was all done with that tooth.

I switched dentists two years ago and my current dentist, Dr. P., noticed something not quite right in my x-rays with that root canal tooth. I kinda ignored him because, I honestly thought it was maybe a money making thing. I mean, the tooth was fixed, right? I was quite proud of getting all that done and out of the way!

At my past cleaning in April, he again pointed it out and referred me to the Endo. I finally caved and set up a consultation and went yesterday evening.

I'm telling you this to be 100% honest. I went into this consultation figuring he was going to tell me everything was fine. I am not kidding you.

And hey, guess what, it's not.

The root canal that I paid a good chunk of money for went bad. It has to be retreated. And since the plan is to try to save the crown that I also paid A LOT of money for the procedure will be different than a standard root canal.

If surgical stuff freaks you out, stop reading. Have a great day. Here, enjoy this picture:

La la la, nothing to read here. Nothing gross.



Nope not talking about surgery.



It's all good.


 OK, now for the gross stuff.

My treatment plan is surgical. The technical term is an apicoectomoy. Yeah, that's a real term. The Endo will cut away the gum, cut into the bone, and go at the root that way, from the bottom. Well from the top, since this is a tooth on my upper jaw. But the bottom of the tooth. It's confusing. Like Alice in Wonderland.

Procedure should take about two hours. And after having tons of time to think about it on my way home from the appointment, last night in bed, and even this morning I am going to let you guys in on a little secret: I am freaked the eff out.

Seriously.

I don't want to do it.

But, of course, because the world works the way it does, the tooth that was not bothering me AT ALL realized that I was going to the Endo and figured oh yes, now is the time to act up. So now it hurts. And my face is swollen. And I have to take antibiotics. And I have pain meds.

And I don't want to do it.

You guys, can I repeat this over and over until it happens? Please?

I don't want to do this.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

New Kids on the Block Had a Bunch of Hits/ Weigh-in Wednesday

Sometimes one needs a kick in the ass to really get moving on their weight loss journey.

And sometimes that kick in the ass comes in the form of a reunion party with people who have not seen you in almost twenty years.

In high school I was in show choir. I loved it, obviously my love for performing has yet to go away, and became friends with a great group of people. Of course, we all grow up and move away. I am still friends with a few of the people from choir, but most of them I haven't seen since high school. And some of them don't have Facebook so I mean I have honestly not seen them since high school.

I just can't imagine hanging out with them again at my current weight.

Oh hell no!

Yes, it seems like a petty and shallow reason to really start buckling down. But, when one has been stress eating for two weeks, gained three pounds (IN ONE DAMN WEEK), and not running or exercising or doing any of the things one normally does, one, shit, I will take any damn excuse I can.

Alright, Meg. Time to get it, girl!

Here's the plan:

WAY more fruits and veggies
No car snacking
No fast food
More homemade meals
No pop (soda, whatever) diet or otherwise
Cardio four days a week
Strength training two days a week

I am in the zone!

Monday, May 4, 2015

Now I Don't Want You Back For the Weekend, Not Back For a Day

Due to family issues I was unable to run the Super Run 5K on Saturday. The good news was I used a Groupon for it, so I believe it was only fifteen dollars. If I'm going to waste a race entry at least it was a cheap one. On top of that, I read reviews on it from my Moms Run This Town group and man, apparently it was poorly put together and poorly run and on top of that, not a timed event. I had an inkling it would be a crap show when we didn't get a single race day email until a few days before and race parking, packet pick-up, etc information wasn't posted on the website until around the same time.

I have no problem with fun runs, they can be a good time. But, if your race is going to be a fun run and not timed it should be posted all over your website in big shiny letters. Maybe with some motion to the font. Like a Broadway show sign. Or something on the Vegas Strip!

I missed the run. I'm bummed I didn't get to run with my friends, but, no worries, I have my other May races already planned.

Hubs was gone all weekend so the Guys and I spent plenty of time together. Thankfully, it was a beautiful weekend. There's a park about a mile from our house, we call it the Little Park because the equipment is clearly set up for the under five set.

Who needs fancy park equipment when there is a pile of dirt and some ants?
It's worth the two mile round trip to bring the boys there and not have to worry they are going to tumble from the top of a slide.
Yesterday I met some friends at the zoo. We went early, the zoo opens at 9:00AM and we pulled into the parking lot at 9:05. It was a good time and the boys had a blast, especially hanging out with my friends' kiddos. I feel like five minutes ago we were all freshmen in high school and now we're grown ups with kids. So weird.
Otters? What otters? We have buttons to push!
Between the park walks and the zoo I managed to crush my step goals each day this weekend. On Saturday I had 15,000 and change in steps.

Of course with Hubs gone, for some reason C. has decided his new wake up time, at least all weekend long, is 5:00AM. Kid, you are adorable but I will sell you to the gypsies, do not tempt me.

That was our weekend. Hope yours was fun. And May the 4th be with you!

Friday, May 1, 2015

Baby When You FInally Get to Love Somebody Guess What? It's Gonna Be Me

April wasn't so bad. I turned 35. I ran a half marathon and got a PR. I didn't lose the weight I wanted to, eh, I still feel pretty good.

It's finally starting to act like spring around here, too, so that is awesome. Awesome all around. YAY MAY!
I had to drop out of my run on Saturday. Family things going on that are stressing me out. The good news: I am not eating my feelings! The bad news: I don't get to run Saturday. Win some and lose some, I suppose.

Thankfully I have another race lined up for Memorial Day. I am running the Wins for Warriors 9K which is just a shade under six miles. The finish line is at home plate where the Detroit Tigers play so, again, awesome! Special thanks to anyone who donated, I met my fundraising goal woo hoo!

I am also volunteering at the Hightail to Ale 5K this month. I like to volunteer for at least one or two races a year. The volunteers I encounter at races are some kinda awesome so I like to give back and spread the love, too.

April showers are supposed to bring May flowers. My favorite flower, the lilac, starts blooming this month. With the crap weather we had all last month there better be some sweet ass flowers!

Hope you rocked your April goals! We're going to crush May!