Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Shoulders and Advil

So I'm well on my way into the world of Physical therapy for my shoulder. YEOW! It hurts! The worst thing about it so far is that I cannot run in the half marathon. No running for 6 weeks. But I am walking, without moving my shoulder on one side, kind of like a Zombie.

This is where it would be easy to lay off and just wait for all to be well before I start moving again, but I know if I do that, I will lose all the great results and gains I got from training. Sooooo I am pressing on. I am still doing as much as I can on April 25th-still pushing it to the limit until then.

I am so impressed with all of you and all the miles you are putting in on the challenges.
You guys are awesome!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Tailbones, Bradford Pear Trees and Nike+

So my back still hurts, and to add insult to injury, my shoulder is showing signs of wear and tear too! It's like I am fighting body maintenance issues!

I'm still going to walk today though. I can't quite shuffle yet. Trying to get an appointment with the Dr. I'm a late-goer when the Dr is involved. My deductible is too high and I never feel like they actually do what I want them to do.

I can tell you that on days I walk, I feel better about life and myself. Just getting out and listening to good music, a great podcast or book makes me feel like I have lavished myself with indulgence.

I wrote to Gloria Santos of Ray of Hope. I told her about what you all are doing for her work. I'll let you know what she says when I hear back from her. The last time I was there she was still on dial up. That coupled with the truth that she spends weeks at a time on a boat in the remote areas of the Amazon, with no internet service, makes her responses sometimes slow in coming.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey. Now I've got to walk, (which right this week, makes me look like a lob-sided cowgirl)

Monday, March 2, 2009

Slow Starts and good results

After my gig in Arkansas, I had the rare opportunity to actually get home on a Saturday night. It felt so good, it almost seemed like I was cheating. Exhausted, I fell into bed at 10, and slept until 8:30 the next morning. Max, my dog, was not very happy about this. He started pushing the imaginary "button" on the side of my bed at about 7 am. I kept putting the "snooze" on him.

"Not yet Max. Settle."

He laid down for increments of 10 minutes at the most. When he could take it no more, and I saw the time-I felt like a cruel Mom. As I leaned up on the bed, he rushed downstairs and padded back and forth at the back door, tail wagging furiously.

"I'm coming sweet boy. Sorry your moma . . ." That's all I got out as my feet slipped out from under me on the way down the stairs. Bam, whack, snap, thud. Rear-end, tailbone, middle-back, and head, just in that order, hit the wood. This to him, was a game. He rushed back to the stairwell, whimpering. I was whimpering too.

"Wait a second. Wait Mister," I grunted and groaned as I tried to straighten up.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww. Ugh!" I wondered if I should tell someone, just in case I fainted or had some late-blooming concussion or something. I didn't. Out we went to play ball. Everything hurt.

I still walked that day, and today too. I couldn't run. My tailbone hurt too much.

Why would I do that? Because I am on a good track. Between simple things like walking, and my 'oh-so-dry' Weight Watchers program, I am actually losing weight. I am up to 8 pounds now, and that might as well be 50 to a twenty-year-old.

Move more, eat less. If I can do it, you can do it. Misery loves company and all.
Come on if you are hesitating. This really does work. No magic pill. No fake expectations. Just good old fashioned work and slow old fashioned real results.
Do it!