This past Thursday, I did not get the OK from the physical therapist to run in the Stockholm Half Marathon. In fact, with a look of pity, he told me that the outlook was not good for next Saturday’s race.
The visit to the physical therapist went surprisingly well on Wednesday.
In fact, I got permission to do a short run on Thursday – a 5 km run @ 60% heart rate with a pain level of 4 or under.
And if the short run went well, he said, then I could run an hour on Saturday at 60% HR to see how that would go.
Yay! I was back in business. Kind of.
I’m sorry you didn’t hear from me last week as I promised. I’m always a little disorganized after coming back from a long vacation.
I have to admit that it’s kind of hard getting back into the swing of things after having lived by the pool for three weeks and the only thing I had to worry about was which SPF factor I was going to use for the day.
Hey, did the picture get your attention?
I was just kidding. There weren’t any wild summer days in the last week of our vacation. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was a week filled with relaxing moments and cozy family time. The only part that makes me sad is that I had to take a week off running, but more on that later.
Ah. The long run. It’s the one day of the week where I torture and push myself to go longer and farther than I’ve ever gone before.
The day where I am exhausted beyond belief but so happy and satisfied.
The day where my muscles ache and I’m pretty sure I even limp part of the way home – all the while wondering what in the hell made me commit to this, but at the same time wondering how far I’m going to make it the next time.
Our second week of vacation has been absolutely lovely. It’s been sunny and warm and the days just feel so relaxed and easy-going. And we haven’t had too many things to do. It’s just what the doctor ordered.
We’ve both been working a lot since we arrived here last Friday while at the same time trying to acclimate ourselves to the warmer climate and catching up on much needed sleep and rest.
We also seem to have been on our electronic devices for an inordinate amount of time which is totally opposite of what we intended before the vacation began.
Because a girl’s got to have the right equipment if she’s to train properly. Right?
Keira turned 8 years old a couple of weeks ago. Eight years old. I can’t believe how fast the time has flown by.
Only just yesterday did I hold my little baby in my arms for the very first time. Only just yesterday did I experience the joy of her first smile, hear her first word, see her first step.