What a week….and it’s only Wednesday. Thank you to everyone for their suggestions to get the Owl to sleep. They were timely, as this has been our worst week yet. He’s been up every half an hour to hour. Last night I swore if I didn’t sleep I would lose it. I’ll spare the gory details, but I ended up with 1.5 hours of sleep for me, at the end of a week of 2-4 hours. Work was painful today. This weekend I am going to really try and get to the root of what is causing this. There is a reason sleep deprivation is considered a form of torture, and I am convinced you could get someone to admit to anything once they are sleep deprived enough. It really messes with your head. On top of it we all have some version of the Owl’s latest cold, so none of us are 100%, and when you add that to sleeping a couple hours a night, it makes for major grouchiness.
No, I did not eat all of these at once! I had to give a lot away or I would eat them all. I’ve had a Sugar Mama’s gift certificate for about a year and a half now. I kept saving it for a dinner party or something, but finally admitted I would never make it down there and since we were there today with Mike’s aunt and uncle, we cashed it in.
Jasper always gets put into pink accessories. At day care they supply the bibs, and I have picked him up countless times to find him in a pink bib that says “I’m not a boy.” Poor Owl. And he seemed very fond of this pink party hat at Leah Garel’s birthday today. I got him a bowl with owls all over it, but it is pink, so Mike got upset with me. I don’t think it really matters, but think it is funny that the Owl always gets pink things.
Today’s planned 20 miler did not happen. I thought it would be a bad idea to run after throwing up all day yesterday. To rewind….Mike’s been sick, Jasper had his UTI, but I suspected something else, as he had 2 massive throw ups in day care. I felt off all week. I couldn’t hit any times in my runs. I had little runs of aches and chills, and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I made excuses for all of: asthma, something I ate, taking too many ibuprofen but I finally had to admit defeat. I had the stomach flu. Something I haven’t had since childhood. I’ve had food poisoning, bad morning sickness, bad hangover, but not puking your guts out with a fever and every bone in your body hurting. It really is super unpleasant. I tried to tough it out at work since if I went home I would have Jasper to take care of and I actually figured that staying at work throwing up was easier. Yes, I’ve hit a new low. But when I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time (thank god for trashcans), I threw in the towel and left, driving home with a plastic bag in my lap and Jasper in the back. Luckily the day was about over, so Mike could come home and help me. Until about 4pm I still planned to run, “I’ll just slam gatorade all night!” I thought. Finally when nothing had stayed in me all day and it was the early evening, I emailed out my cancellation from the group run.
When you train for a big race, unless you are a professional runner, you know life will get in the way, so you go into it just hoping for the best. A couple weeks ago I was on a roll, getting faster and faster. I seem to have stalled a little. Now nothing terrible is going on…..it’s just all the usual, plus the Owl. Let’s see….Owl was still sick all weekend. His lab results finally came in, confirming he has a urinary tract infection. I almost cried to think he went all weekend long in pain, before the results came in. Now he is on antibiotics, and he is starting to return to being the baby who never stops smiling. But, he was glued to me all weekend. I was so worn out by Sunday night, when I finally got him to bed, I had one of my periodic Owl breakdowns. To top it off, both Mike and I seem to be fighting off the virus everyone seems to have right now. Mike has it more than I do, but I’ve been hit with intermittent bouts of aches and chills. Chomping lots of tylenol is keeping things at bay, but on the last 2 morning’s tempo runs, I was pushing as hard as I could, and coming up waaaaay short. I knew I had been knocked down a notch. Then there is just the regular old rat race….early meetings at work, errands to run after work, trying not to fall asleep while at work. Everything seems to have added up to just making me tired. Coffee and adrenaline have kept me going a long time, and now I wonder if the buzz is wearing off. But these things happen. I am hopeful the little slow down is temporary and in another few days I’ll have my energy back. Today was already better than yesterday, but still not normal. Hopefully this weekend’s 20 miler will go off without a hitch.
Today was my first 20 miler in over a year and a half. 20 miles seems to be the mark that most runners declare as entering really long run territory. It is a run you must psych yourself up for the night before. You must prep with a good dinner the night before, and if you can, get plenty of rest. Well, I missed out on the rest part, but I started with a good dinner of tofu and butternut squash with couscous. Dark chocolate for dessert. The Owl is still sick, so as expected he slept like complete poo again. I wanted to cry when my alarm went off at 4:10, and I was still in his room, rocking him from his 3am wakeup. Anyhow, onto better things…
The Owl is sick. This time he is more sick than usual. He gets an upper respiratory cold about every other week due to day care. His nose runs, he’s a touch fussy and it is over pretty quick. This time is different. Yesterday I had to get him a little early because he had a fever of 102.4. He had been very clingy and needy all weekend…kinda making it a little bit of a tough weekend. So it made sense something was wrong. Only he had no congestion or runny nose. I had to stay home from work with him and took him to the doctor. She thinks he has a urinary tract infection, so 4 people had to pin down the Owl so he could get a catheter. Needless to say, he was not happy, totally pissed off is more like it. So today we had his first and hopefully last trip to the children’s hospital, but just for the lab. He clung to me like glue all day, and howled off and on. It’s a pretty tiring way to spend the day. I couldn’t really take him anywhere since he had such a high fever, and he gets bored at home all day. We watched The Muppets Take Manhattan, he hung out on me in the ergo carrier while I cooked, he sat on my lap a lot….I think I need a massage….the Owl is almost 20 pounds now. He was awake from 3am to 430am. I took at nap from 430 to 500 then went out for a run and got poured on thanks to hurricane Hermine. The little lake at the Mueller development where I run had flooded and water was up to the top of the picnic tables. My pace was all over…..I was really tired, so I had to push, but then I would hit a major water crossing up to my knees. I needed to go out knowing what the day would be like, and I was right. It took a lot of patience….something I am not good at, but working on. Poor little Owl. Nothing hurts me like watching him hurt and not being able to take it away from him.
http://www.youtube.com/get_playerProbably something only family members will be interested in, but here is the Lone Owl….
…long runs until the Frankenthon that is. This weekend was the first truly long run. My ultra friends will probably laugh that I think 18 miles is long, but it takes over 2 hours, you need to take in calories to get through and not feel like crap, and on the roads, your legs will feel it when you’re done. I started the night before by making an awesome pasta dinner. Whole wheat spaghetti, and I made a terrific sauce with tomatoes, artichoke hearts, olives, fresh basil , and a dark chocolate covered banana for dessert. I made some banana bread to have pre-run too. Mark met me at 5am and we decided to run from my house to town lake, do most of Steve’s run with him, and then head home when we got to Hyde Park. It was 18 miles exactly. Getting to town lake didn’t take long at all. It’s scary that it is at least a 20 minute drive for me, but we ran it in 1 hour and it was just shy of 7 miles. From there, mentally we both thought, “ok, from here on out just we’re heading home.” It went by fast. I didn’t want to run too slow, but I also didn’t stress about a time goal. We did the last part at around 8-8:20 miles, so that was good. Overall the average pace was too slow for Boston pace, so that was bad. I felt like we ran pretty steady, so I need to figure out where I lost time. Mark is very capable of running faster, so any faltering from the desired pace, is my fault.