Hello, friends! I hope you’ve had a good Tuesday.
A friend told me that after she ran her first marathon, she was an emotional wreck. My post-marathon blues aren’t that intense, but I do feel a little blah.
To help with the soreness, I took two ibuprofen immediately after the race and then two more four hours later. I haven’t taken any since but probably should. The pain resonates in my quads, hamstrings, and behind my knees. I have the packed gravel to thank for not destroying the tendons in the front of my knees. Stairs are the enemy, especially when there are no handrails. I would rather walk up one hundred stairs than down ten.
Last night, my smart husband pointed out the white tube of pain that stood next to the tv. I reluctantly foam rolled for five minutes; it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be, but I did avoid my IT bands.
Yesterday I had bad stomach cramps from mid-morning through the late afternoon. They seemed to be worse after eating. Luckily, my stomach is feeling fine today. I have no idea if this was related to running or other factors.
Emotionally I am okay. It is strange to not have this big goal in the future, but I know I have other great things to look forward to. Plus with being on summer vacation, I am able to slow down in life (i.e. read, try new recipes, and go to more yoga classes).
Brody’s allergies have been horrible lately, and I realized it had been a while since we had changed the filter in our furnace. During the stop at Target for said filter, I found other more fun items to purchase: cloth shorts, Chobani yogurt (cheaper here than Copp’s), Powerade, and nail polish.
Such a fun, summery color! When I got home, I looked at the name and smiled: Bikini So Teeny. A very good friend of mine from college, Christina, was coined Tina after Tina Fabulous from The Bachelorette (year 2002 I believe). Tina later morphed into Teeny. She lives out in California with her husband, son, and dog but will hopefully be moving back to the midwest soon!
Today was my first day nannying for a new family. The two boys play baseball and invited me to join them. Like Amber from Clueless whose surgeon doesn’t want balls flying at her nose, I also try to avoid balls flying at my face. Because I still cannot run, I offered to pitch. Luckily we were playing with a whiffle ball because the younger boy nailed me in the knee with it on a good hit. I am so pathetic at sports that it is comical.
And that was some random Tuesday ramblings, folks. Until next time