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Rolling With the Punches

Friday, May 29th, 2009

So, i am doing a triathlon a week from tomorrow. I am trying not to panic or get wigged out by the fact that my family obligations have shot my training all to hell. I have gotten in two workouts this week. I know that nothing i do now is even going to have an impact on my performance. So frustrating that I’ve worked out and prepared for this and then everything went to hell in a hand basket in the last few weeks of my training. I guess that is just life.

So, i am going to go ahead and do the damn thing. I know I can finish the distance. I just think it is going to be a lot more painful than I planned on it being. I know I will probably have to walk parts of the run, which sucks; My main goal is simply to finish; my in-the-back-of-my-head goal was to finish the run having not walked a bit of it.

I guess sometimes success is not about preparation, but more about having the stones to do something that intimidates you and for which you are unprepared.

Torn and Shattered

Thursday, May 28th, 2009

So, this is going to be a big ole diarrhea of the mouth, pity party of a post.

Our world is fucked. The automobile and the plane have made it possible to stray so far from home that we never go back. Modern medicine has made it so that we live forever, eternally burdening our families with caring for us, when by all laws of nature, we should have been dead years ago, and not in a long-drawn-out manner. Maybe we were meant to keel over with heart attacks in the front yard, or die a sleepy diabetic coma death. Our families suffer for the way that our modern world has attempted to fix things.

Families are not meant to live in different cities, where they cannot take care of one another and shoulder burdens for one another and carry the loads together. I should be able to take the four hours my husband will be home today and use that time to dump the kids on him and go check on my Daddy, and my Mama, and my Pop. It is not natural to have to drive an hour and a half just to get there. My sick mother should have me and my sister helping take shifts to watch Daddy. When the doctor yesterday told her she should go straight to the ER for the infection, she should have gone, knowing that we would be around to watch Daddy. If i lived in a town with her (God, no. Not Warner Robins. That is not what I am saying!), she would have had the peace of mind to know that we would be able to cover for her. There would always be someone to spend a night with the kids, or take my Pop to the ER, which is what my mom is doing this morning, even though last night, the doctors wanted her to go herself. There would always be someone to let the Goddamn dogs out. Woof Woof Woof.

What is wrong with us? This is so wrong, so unnatural. How do other people do this? Do they just not care that their relatives are suffering? Do they suffer themselves, in silence, pushing down the fact that they can’t be in two places at once? Is that healthy? Is my family really that freakishly close, some anomaly, just because I want to be there and care for them when they are sick? Do other people feel this torn and shattered all the time?

What the fuck is wrong with us?

Oh, The Humanity!

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Hospital waiting room in Macon is much like Wal-Mart in Milledgeville. The people-watching is stellar. Awesome accents. No yankees. Interesting assortment of rednecks toting massive amounts of Mountain Dew, which is interesting to me since I watched that Diane Sawyer special about Appalachia.

Dad Update

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Dad’s gone into surgery. Will probably take a long time. I will try to post on here and/or Facebook. (You can be my Facebook friend if you follow the link to the right there.)

I am wavering between coffee jitters, moments of complete calm, and episodes of borderline panic.

Dogwood Overload

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

I am pretty bored here at the hospital. Might post five or six times today. Right now, they have taken Dad back and are prepping him. We got to go back and visit him, then were kicked out when they came in to shave his legs. No, i was not able to get video of that, although it would have been entertaining to those of us who know my Dad.

So, now we are sitting in the refreshment area. It has a flat screen tv, and I have my wireless, so I guess it’s not all bad.

Props to Medical Center of Macon for having a pretty nice setup for family and visitors.

Going to Macon

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Dad’s having a routine outpatient surgery thing this morning in Macon. It is routine. I still worry, though. I hear too many horror stories from my sister, The Nurse. I will be glad when we are all at the lake this weekend, fishing and painting together. As much as my Dad and I disagree, and get on each others nerves (and those of everyone around us), he is still my favorite fishing buddy, and I can’t imagine my life without him.

Flying High on Legal Drugs, a.k.a. Endorphins

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

I really picked back up on my workouts this week. I have been doing them for the last month or so, pretty consistently, but the last week, they have just been great. I had a wonderful run on Sunday morning in Chattanooga. (Pretty sure I could move there if they had decent public schools. There’s just something awesome about living next to a river and mountains.) I did a “faux tri” at the gym on Monday. Tuesday was a bike and run brick (and my biking felt not terrible.) Today, a half mile swim and 2 mile run. I guess it’s the endorphins making me feel tired and like i could still conquer the world.

Oh, did I not mention the Triathlon? I am doing a Triathlon on June 6th. I am pretty excited, feeling pretty ready. If you are reading this and have ever thought about doing one, you should bite the bullet and do a sprint one with me this summer. Especially if you live close by, as I would love to have a training partner sometimes.

You know you want to.

Because It Makes Me Laugh

Tuesday, April 7th, 2009

To see my little girl on a soccer field. . .

Girl in her Mesh

Pink Shin Guards

Check Your Boobies

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009

Friends, please do your monthly checkups. Get your mammograms. Get that suspicious mole checked. This also goes for checking boy parts, and getting the colonoscopies and all that stuff that just isn’t that fun, that you are scared of, and that might save your life.
I don’t want to see someone else going through this, but it is better than sitting around and doing nothing, worrying about your health instead of acting.

I love you too much.

Letting Go

Monday, February 9th, 2009

Last week, after weeks of being sick, and missing workouts, and just generally getting behind in my training for the half-marathon in March, I was getting downright depressed. I think it was a combination of not working out regularly (loss of endorphins), not feeling good, along with the other stresses of parenthood, work, and home. I was just blue. There were a few times I didn’t really want to get out of bed, or if I did, then I would just want to lay on the couch. I could feel depression sucking everything good out of my life. I know depression – I have been depressed, and I have dealt with depression in those I love. I recognized the signs. I also recognized that even when you recognize the signs, you don’t just snap out of it and feel better. I am lucky that I have only one time been so depressed that I just wanted to give up, and when I couldn’t pull myself out of it.

In the course of all this, I realized that one of the problems was me beating myself up for having gotten behind in my training. I was at the point where i didn’t feel like I could ever catch up, and that I would do worse than my first race or worse, injure myself trying to play catch up too fast.

I was drying my hair, and I made an executive decision. I would just forget about the race in March.

It was like a weight was lifted. Here i was beating myself up about not meeting a goal that I had put on myself. No one else had chosen that goal for me; I chose it for myself, and all the guilt I felt was my very own doing. Why would I do this to myself? The answer to the problem was right in front of me. I just let it go.

So, i scrapped the idea of doing that half. There will be tons others. And i turned around and decided to start small again, pick a 5k that is coming up soon, just to keep me honest, and pick a Sprint Triathlon that I want to do, and start training for that.

I feel a hundred times better. I am lucky that my depression was situational, and I could fix it. And taking one thing off my plate really did solve the problem.

I know I have highly suggested picking goals and meeting them. It gives me great joy and power to pick a goal and follow through with it. But sometimes, i think the harder lesson for me is the one about learning when to let go, when to drop one of the many balls I juggle.

I’m still going to be a little sad come March when everyone is running, though.