The Weekend Three

1. I tried a 3 mile run this weekend. For about 2.8 miles, I felt great. Then I started feeling little twinges around my achilles. I walked the last bit, stretched, and iced. Overall, I thought it went pretty well. Probably better than I expected. But still, periodically I'll step wrong, or squat down to pick up a blanket while holding one of the girls, and pain shoots through my achilles, followed by a period of achiness. I feel about 90% healed. I would love to be 100%, but I also feel the urgency to get back to training before the race in a few weeks. Have I mentioned how much injuries suck?

 

My sister and running buddy is experiencing severe pain in her knee after spraining her ankle a couple weeks ago. We are a couple of sad sacks.

2. An exchange between Kenley and Mike this afternoon:

Mike [to Sophia]: Here's your milk, Fia.
Kenley: Dad, say So.
Mike: So.
Kenley: Now say Fia.
Mike: Fia.
Kenley: Now say Sophia.
Mike: Sophia.
Kenley: Good job!

3. The girls had a great time at their first parade on Saturday at the Loveland Corn Roast Parade. It was also the first day since Tuesday that Sophia went entirely fever-free, which made it even better. We found a great spot along the parade route, and the girls danced in the street before it started.

Kenley has always loved marching bands and was on board with the whole parade idea as soon as I told her she would see some, but both girls soon discovered the best part about parades is all the free candy. We got home for a post-parade, post-sugar crash, during which we all got some rest. Not a bad weekend.

Achilles Tendinitis

Wow, life has gotten busy again. I am back at work, and the girls are back in a home daycare. Our days are spent apart and our evenings together are busy with gymnastics classes, Back to School nights, dinners around the kitchen table, baths, and playtime.

With just a couple weeks back around other kids, Sophia has already gotten sick. She's been running high fevers since Tuesday night, and no amount of Tylenol or Ibuprofen can seem to kick it.

Mike took her to the doctor yesterday, thinking ear infections. She had a red, swollen throat, but no strep, so we just have to wait it out and try to control the fever and pain as best as we can.

On top of that, somewhere between climbing Long's Peak, training, and increasing the speed and intensity of my runs, I developed achilles tendinitis.

After the first run in which I experienced pain, I took four days off to rest and then planned on doing my normal long 11 mile run on Sunday. I only made it a mile and a half before I had to turn around and head home. I contacted a PT friend of mine and we put into place the following plan: rest (at least 5 days off), ice, Aleve, and ultrasound the area every other day.

The pain has gotten considerably better, but I still feel a shooting pain in my achilles occassionally when I bend to pick up a girl, or lift up on my tip-toes.

So while healing from this injury, I'm going to need to make the following changes to my workouts:

1. Warm up -  This is obvious, and I know I should have been doing it all along. But I would get up at 5:45 for my long runs on Saturday, get dressed, eat a banana or some oatmeal, and I would be running by 6:00 or 6:15. No more. I have to start my workouts with a 5 minute walk to warm up. Really, it's a small thing to add if it will help me stay injury-free.

2. Stretch - This, again, is obvious but I need to get better about stretching after runs, and thanks to my PT friend, Andrea,  I know a few more stretches that will help target the achilles area.

3. Keep my footwear current - Last year, after just starting to run and experiencing some foot pain, I went to Runner's Roost and had my stride analyzed by one of their sales guys. I learned that I'm an over pronator, and I notice it even more now just walking around. A good pair of supportive shoes is really important, and I have to stay on top of buying new shoes before the old ones wear out. It's tough, because last year's shoes still look to be in fairly good shape, but after the miles I've put on them, they weren't giving me the support I needed anymore.

Last year's shoes (on the left) actually were fantastic for me for a long time, they had just worn out. So I bought the exact same shoe, 14 months later. I figured, why change something if you like it?

4. Wear said shoes around the house - Andrea also stressed the importance of having support all the time, not just while running. I can't (don't) really wear sneakers to work, but I've started changing into them when I get home. Especially because our entire house has wood floors. Walking around bare foot or in flip flops doesn't help.

5. Ice and NSAIDs - They have become my new best friends.

I've done some walking on the treadmill, along with a lot of stretching breaks. I'm looking forward to trying a run on Saturday. I hope not to have to lose too much training time. The half marathon is September 22nd, and I'm so ready for this setback to be over and to get back out there.

The Day I Climbed a Thirteen-Niner

This June Mike and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. Tradition would indicate that we would gift each other with something made out of wool or copper. I opted to give Mike the gift of climbing a Fourteener instead. Colorado has 53 mountains over 14,000 feet and I have never been to the top of any of them. We decided to give Long's Peak a try.

Because Long's Peak still has snow until later in the summer, we waited until August to do our climb. Thursday night we dropped the kids off at my parents' house and headed up to the mountains. In order to summit before the afternoon lightening storms, they suggest you start hiking very early in the morning. We planned on starting at 3 am. It wasn't really worth it to get a hotel for only a couple of hours, so we folded the seats down in the Expedition and a queens size mattress fit perfectly back there. We basically parked at the trailhead (though not technically in the parking lot because that is against the rules) and spent the night. Yep, seven years and you get to sleep in the back of a car for your anniversary!

It was actually a lot of fun. There wasn't much to do and we had an early morning ahead of us, but we had a great time talking and catching up as a couple while trying to force ourselves to fall asleep at 9 o'clock.

The alarm went off at 2:30 and there was already a steady stream of cars filtering into the parking lot. We cooked up a quick breakfast of oatmeal and coffee, threw on our gear, and we were ready to roll. We logged in at the base of the trail at 3:00 am. With headlamps on, we began the 6 mile hike up to the Boulder Field.

The thing about hiking in the dark is there's nothing to look at, so we cruised up really quickly. I mean, we were really moving fast. We ended up at the Boulder Field sometime after 6 am and stopped for a Powerbar breakfast. We got to see the sun rise as we ate.

The Boulder Field is exactly what it sounds like: a gigantic field of nothing but boulders. The goal from there is the make it to the Keyhole, which is isn't far away, but it took some time to get there because we were just climbing over rocks the whole way.

This is the Boulder Field as seen on the way back, in full sunlight.

Here is the Keyhole. To get to the top you do one thing: start climbing.
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At the top of the Keyhole I definitely felt on top of the world. Elevation: 13,200 feet.

You can just do this hike and stop here, but we wanted to get to the top.

Somewhere around the Boulder Field it stopped being a hike and truly became a climb. In order to reach the top, we had to go along the back side of the peak and climb our way through what is called the Trough.

Again, not too much distance to cover, but it takes a long time to navigate and climb the rocks. There is no trail at this point, but bullseyes are painted on certain rocks, indicating the best route to take. The wind was really starting to pick up by now and it was easy to look down and feel intimidated by the sudden drop down the side of the mountain.

Once we had moved along the Trough for a good distance there was nothing left to do but go up. Sadly, I don't have a good picture of the incline to the top of the Trough. Something about being too busy scaling the side of a mountain to be able to take out a camera. But between the Keyhole and the top of the Trough we had climbed 700 feet and were sitting at an elevation of 13,900.

It was here that the weather really took a turn for the worse. The wind became incredibly intense. I am not kidding when I tell you that sitting here at the top of the Trough I could feel my eyelashes blowing to one side. As you can see from the bullseye on the rock, the next step is to go over the top and start climbing on the other side of the mountain. Past the Trough is a stretch called the Narrows. It is called that for a reason. It is an extremely narrow place to climb, situated on the exposed, sheer side of the peak. 

Due to the weather, we decided this was as far as we could make it. The wind had gotten bad in the Trough, but that was nothing compared to the other side of the mountain. We just didn't feel comfortable scaling the Narrows in that kind of wind. We turned around and went back through the Trough and toward the Keyhole.

Back at the Keyhole, the wind was again vicious. Many people who were just getting to the Keyhole were deciding to turn around and head back right then. It was literally body-moving wind. Not the kind of thing you want to be experiencing at 14,000 feet above sea level.

We were disappointed not to have made it to the summit, and now refer to Long's Peak as the Thirteen-Niner we did, since we didn't quite make it to 14,000 feet. But we still had at least four miles to climb and hike until we got down to tree level and the more we were thrashed by the wind, the better we felt about our decision.

Of course, we didn't leave before taking some time to enjoy the scenery. There is truly nothing like it.

Goodbye, Long's Peak. We'll meet again someday.

Once we got finally got back to the tree line, the wind was much more bareable. But I have to say, those last few miles seemed to go on forever. I mean, I posed nicely for pictures, like this:

But really I felt like this:

Fourteen miles after starting our journey we were back at the car. It was only noon by that time. Since we made it up to the Boulder Field so quickly, we probably could have left a little bit later. But if we had, I'm not sure we would have gone past the Keyhole. At least by leaving so early in the morning we were able to get to where we did before the wind really got bad. After that we drove to Loveland, enjoyed some burgers, picked up the girls from grandma and grandpa's house, and we were all home in time for naptime.

Climbing a Fourteener might not be everyone's idea of a romantic anniversary, but for Mike and me it was an incredible bonding experience. We kept mentioning how much fun we were having, how nice it was to get to talk and laugh together, and what a great experience it was to be on top of the world together. I am already looking forward to the next one we do together. Only maybe next time we'll pick a little bit of an easier Fourteener to climb!

Some Days

Some days are hard. Some days your body hurts. Some days you have to wrestle an 18 month old at the doctor for a well-check and shots. Some days you have three hours worth of errands to run and your 3 year old tells your she has to go to the bathroom every half hour. Some days you get home and it's all you can do to get the babies in bed for naps before you collapse into yours. Some days you can't even find the energy to unload the dishwasher and put the breakfast dishes away.

Some days you watch the clock and know nap time is almost ending. The window of opportunity is closing. So you drag yourself out of bed and onto the treadmill. And you run. Those runs are the greatest victory. Not because they were long or fast, but because you did them. Some days, that's all that matters.

Summer Highlights

Well, here we are. The last week of summer. It went so fast, but we made some great memories. There's something about the urgency of summer. On the one hand, the pace of our life slows way down. On the other hand, I know how quickly it goes by, and how soon the new school year will be upon us. It makes me appreciate my time with the girls so much. It also makes me want to take full advantage of the time we have together. These are the highlights of the last two months. These are the things I don't want to forget.

1. Sophia's first plane ride

 

2. Disney World

3. Clearwater Beach

 

 4. Seaworld

  

 5. Getting to vacation with my parents, sisters, and brothers-in-law

6. Lots of play dates with cousins and friends

 

7. Splash Parks

8. Many hours riding bikes, splashing in the baby pool, gardening, and enjoying the back yard.

9. 98 miles logged so far running on the treadmill and around Windsor, including many times around beautiful Windsor Lake.

10. Watching Kenley do gymnastics



11. So many cuddles

12. Witnessing Daddy/Daughter bonding

13. Time with my husband

14. Olympic opening ceremonies projected on the side of the house

15. Last but not least, my 7 year anniversary with Mike. We are celebrating Friday. I'll share our adventure soon!

Looking back on our summer, I feel overwelmed by the blessings in my life. I am so thankful for this summer. Now I'm looking forward to starting a new school year, meeting my new class, and continuing to experience God's blessings in our lives.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

When I think back on the past week, the words that come to mind are the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I'll start with The Good

Kenley is very into make believe and pretending these days. She is almost never herself. Often times she is acting out a character from a show, movie, or book. Other times she is pretending to be different family members. It would be one thing for her to just pretend to be someone else, but she reassigns all of us to be different people as well. If she's Rapunzel, then I'm Mother, Mike is Eugene, and Sophia is Maximus. Her favorite is to pretend to be her 2 month old cousin, Declan. If she's Declan, than I'm Aunt Jessica, Mike is Uncle Matt, and Sophia is Declan's big sister Livia. This gets tricky because she gets frustrated if we address Sophia by her actual name.

Me: Sophia, bring me your cup, please.
Kenley: That's LIVIA!
Me: (sigh) Livia, bring me your cup, please.

...nothing...

Me: Sophia -
Kenley: NO! That's Livia!
Me: Declan, she doesn't understand that! She only knows herself  as Sophia!

Earlier this week she decided to be Mary. She walked around with a blanket on her head caring for her baby Jesus.

She spent a lot of time wrapping Jesus in swaddling clothes,

rocking him, burping him, and laying him down in his manger.

Eventually she decided she wanted to be Jesus and asked me to wrap her up in swaddling clothes,

and lay her in a manger.

I love her imagination!

The Bad started Tuesday night.

The girls were in their pajamas, just about ready for bed when we decided to go check on the vegetables in the garden. We were standing outside talking about the cucumbers and tomatoes while Sophia wandered around peering over the small garden fence, checking things out.

The next thing I know she is screaming out in pain. I look over to find her covered in wasps. I scooped her up, and ran out of the garden and into the house. As I ran across the patio I felt a sharp sting on the palm of my hand, and we got out of there as fast as we could.

Sophia was hysterical when we got inside. She had one bright red sting mark on her forhead, and we found three more on her hand, and one by her ear. My hand was throbbing so I couldn't even imagine what she was feeling.

Mike had a little medicine stick for stings and bites nearby, so we searched her body to treat all of the areas we could find, all the while watching for signs of an allergic reaction. Her hand swelled up pretty quickly, but it had three stings all in close proximity, so we gave her Benedryl and continued to keep a close eye on her breathing and swelling. She seemed to be okay.

Mike later went out and found a nest that she had knocked when she put her hands on the fence. We went on to find dozens more nests all over the yard. We have double sided fencing around a third of an acre. I guess the idea behind this is that there isn't a "bad" side of the fence, no matter which side you are on. This particular type of wasp chews wood to make their nests. The few inches in between the two panels of fencing were the perfect habitat for the wasps. Mike spent hours pulling down one side of the fence, finding multitudes of nests spanning the entire perimeter of the yard.

We now spend time every day checking the yard for nests, and removing them as quickly as we can. The image of my 18 month old being attacked by wasps is not one I will soon forget.

The Ugly is what happened in the days to come.

Sophia woke up a little swollen and red, but seemed to be okay. In fact, her stings didn't seem to be bothering her at all.

My hand was perfectly fine, too. It was the first time I had ever been stung by a bee or a wasp, so I was glad to know we all seemed to escape that nasty allergy.

However, by Wednesday evening my hand started to swell and had a large red splotch around the site of the sting.

I woke up several times that night finding myself scraching my hand in my sleep. By the time morning came, my hand was huge.

Sophia was also much more swollen the next day.

I felt like maybe I was having an allergic reaction, but it happened two days after the sting. I could barely move my hand, so the two of us went to the doctor to see if there was anything that could be done.

She determined that most likely the sting on my hand had gotten infected. My palm was burning up and the red splotch was spreading to the other side of my hand. She prescribed antibiotics and steroids. I spent one miserable day with ice on my hand, trying to relieve the itching, stinging, and swelling. Sophia's stings looked okay, so we bought Children's Claritin so that she could continue to get antihistamines during the day. (Benedryl knocks her out.)  By Friday the swelling had almost completely gone down and my hand had returned to its normal color. It still itches from time to time, but otherwise has completely healed.

We are now very much on guard for wasps and will avoid them like the plague, but I am so thankful that Sophia is okay and didn't react too badly to the attack.

We have one more week of summer before I go back to work. I'm hoping for a week of good!