Interstellar Adventures

August 15, 2008

In Beijing it’s a stomach bug

Filed under: It's Me, Lass,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 10:35 am

Perhaps the Olympics inspired me. On Monday, I started boot camp. I wasn’t nervous, though it seems I should have been. I wasn’t too excited about our first ‘activity’. It seems there were some birthdays for some of the ladies in the class. So, at 5:30 on a Monday morning, there were 20-30 grown women running around a parking lot like crazy fiends, with balloons tied to our shoes, trying to ‘pop’ others’ balloons, while protecting ours from danger. This is not how we get me to participate in things – by starting off with goofy-ass games I mean.

Our workout was quickly interrupted by rain, so we moved from the parking lot to a semi-covered but partially flooded pavillion. The rest of the workout was typical I thought, and when I left, I felt that I hadn’t worked hard enough.

Oh silly me. By the time I got home, my muscles started to ache, and I could tell that I had put in enough effort. Way more effort than I should have probably. This was total head to toe pain. By the time I got to work, getting in and out of my chair was a workout itself.

On Tuesday, my phone alarm at 4:30 am brought a groan. Still sore and barely able to don my sports bra and tie my shoes without grimacing severely, I still made it to boot camp. I actually enjoyed that morning’s workout, even though they were called ‘suicides’. But at home, things quickly went from bad to worse. The pain in all my muscles was constant and throbbing. Not a good sign. By the time I made it to work, I knew I was going to come down sick. And, just as I predicted, that afternoon I started running a fever.

A visit to my chiro gave me brief respite. Bless the stim machine and hot pads. I continued to run a low-grade fever Tuesday night into Wednesday morning. I emailed in sick to the boot camp instructor and my project manager. I didn’t go to the doctor. After Nick made me take a cold bath, my fever broke, and I thought I was on my way to recovery. Then the throat started to hurt.

Wednesday night I tossed and turned on the couch, trying to stay away from Nick so my sickness didn’t spread around the house. My throat felt like I was choking down hot, spiked coals. I didn’t sleep well, and when I looked in the mirror, I looked like a puffer fish. OK, slight exaggeration, but that’s what it felt like anyway.

Thursday morning I called my Dr and got an appointment. The rapid strep test came back negative. On Monday the lab culture will come back to confirm the negative diagnosis. I shoveled four ibuprofen and some Mucinex D and headed to work. People looked at me warily, and I croaked around all afternoon.

Before I sat down to watch the hours and hours of Olympics coverage on my DVR, I shoveled another 4 ibuprofen and some Mucinex D. Then I tossed and turned on the couch, the hot, spikey coals having returned. We are talking excruciating pain when I swallow, from the bottom of my jaw, up to my ears, which feel like they are stuffed with cotton.

I’ve missed 3 days of boot camp, which wasn’t cheap. I’m sure the instructor thinks I’m a total flake, making excuses because I’m a pansy. I assure you this is not true. I haven’t been sick in years, and now I’ve got this strange, random throat issue. Ibuprofen dulls the pain and swelling to a bearable level, but I’m not getting any better. One of the ladies at work mentioned a throat virus that’s been going around, saying it last weeks, ebbing, then returning. I am not cool with this. I don’t have a couple of weeks to be sick. I have boot camp and the corporate challenge going on this next month or so, and I don’t have time to be sick!

So, for now, I’m probably going to OD myself on ibuprofen and Mucinex D, gargle warm salt water frequently, and pray that my mystery illness magically disappears. My one hope is that if I’m not better Monday, my boot camp instructor will let me move to the next session so I can recover and not lose my investment. I can bowl for the corporate team with a sore throat, but other events like kickball, the bike ride, run, swimming, etc. I can’t do while I’m down without making myself worse.

It’s days like today when I wish I had access to the Olympic physicians and trainers, and thankful I’m not being dope tested.

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January 23, 2008

Brrr…

Filed under: Texas Life,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 8:49 pm

So it seems like we’re all in a deep freeze. I think it’s been in the 30’s or below every night for the past week or more. My lips are chapped. Elle’s face is chapped. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything. We don’t have snow or anything…yet. Friday is supposed to be icy. I hope not. People around here get crazy. Especially people in trucks.

I’m still working out. I mean, I slacked a bit between last Thursday and this Tuesday. But I’m not quitting. I’m still on it. Go me.

October 12, 2007

Here We Go Again

Filed under: It's Me, Lass,Running Life,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 9:30 pm

I’ve done this before. Sadly, I’m having to repeat myself. I started off well tonight.

See, I’m once again sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’m irritable, irrational, irascible, ireful, and otherwise ill-natured. I’m tired of the house, the kids, the husband, and just about everything else, including myself. None of my clothes fit, I feel crummy in my own skin, I’m making faces at myself in the mirror because I can’t stand the sight of me.

So today, I committed to a seasonal challenge. Eat no candy. None of the Halloween junk, nothing brought in by friendly colleagues. Double Bubble doesn’t count, right? Miss MommaK of Petroville fame, and toga-party-hotness has challenged several of us to keep our mouths shut in relation to ingesting chocolatey goodness.

The No Candy Promise 2007

So, tonight I went one teeny step further. Several of my fellow soccer moms have decided to make good use of our ‘down time’ during the time our daughters are passing, dribbling, crossing and punting. so we walked about five long loops around the soccer fields. At a fast pace. Got my heart rate up for over 45 minutes. Yay me.

I’ve been way too lazy, and my ass spread shows it. I wasn’t exactly perky and trim before, but I wasn’t as flabby and soft as I am now. I have a couple of cute skirts and dresses I haven’t been able to wear in over a year. Next spring I’m fitting in them.

Ready, Set, GO!

March 25, 2007

Basketball, Soccer and Running, Oh my!

Filed under: Elle & Zed,It's Me, Lass,Mom Life,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 5:58 pm

Zed’s basketball coach is out of town. We need him back. Desperately. I ran practice on Thursday. I was a little unsure at first, but then a couple of ideas came to me, had them do some different drills. Some worked better than others. But the game. Ugh. It was our worst defeat ever. So bad that they had to clear the score during the 4th quarter. Ugly. We need the coach back.

Elle’s soccer game was rescheduled. I’m jonesing for soccer. I haven’t seen a game in 4 weeks. So we went to a skills session at the elite soccer club that’s local here. It was worth the $10 I think. They had some good drills. Except Elle went a little haywire during a mini-scrimmage. My sweet baby actually got very frustrated with one girl, grabbed her shirt, and spun her down to the ground. *pause for dramatic effect* I wanted to fall through the ground and disappear. Where the hell did that come from!?! She has never done anything like that before. She was also yelling at a couple of other girls she knew there. She’s never done that during a game or practice or anything either. We had a little talk. That kind of stuff had better not happen again.

I’m getting off my lazy butt and refocusing myself again. How I got off-focus I don’t know, but I’ve strayed from my routine where I was doing so well and taking care of myself. So, I’ve created a new blog to journal my running and my preparation for NYC later this year. I hope you’ll check in there from time to time and keep me honest. I remember how helpful it was for me to have you all cheering for me the last time around.

January 30, 2007

12,250 Down

Filed under: Elle & Zed,It's Me, Lass,Running Life,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 9:44 am

Calories that is. I weighed myself this morning, and I’m down 3.5 pounds from the last time I weighed two weeks ago. I need to be more consistent about stepping on the scale. But it was that week and I hate stepping on the scale then.

One has to burn off or avoid intake of 3500 calories to lose 1 pound. I’ve also determined my ‘cardio zone’ heart rate versus my ‘weight-loss zone’ heart rate, and I try to watch that when I’m at the gym. Did you know that there is actually a point where you can exercise that you are burning glycogen (muscle fuel) and not fat? When exercise at over 80% of your max heart rate, you hit that ‘anaerobic’ zone and you start to burn glycogen. This is important if you want to lose weight. You can determine your max heart rate, and with your resting heart rate, you can then figure out your own ‘zones’ for exercise.

My friend Judy is trying to tempt me. She sent an email out looking for runners for a relay race in Reno-Tahoe. Be-yoo-tee-ful. How can I not want to run there? And I think I’ve found a half-marathon to run right before my full marathon training begins. It’s local, in my ‘hometown’ in fact. And I think I could get Elle and Zed ready to run the 5K event. Elle’s been doing so good on her Marathon Kids endeavor, and Zed’s been heading to the gym with me. I think they need a challenge!

January 23, 2007

Patience Not Have I

Filed under: It's Me, Lass,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 9:32 am

I’m calling on Master Yoda to channel the force for me. Use a Jedi mind-trick on these people. Still waiting on the call. I mean, my phone rang yesterday. Still no decision though. Me on pins and needles is not a happy me. Or a nice me.

So last night I decide to go to the gym to get my anxiety out in the form of exercise. I decided to try a new class called Boot Camp. Take my advice. Never voluntarily sign up for or enter in to any activity called Boot Camp. Zed was with me. I should be referred to DCFS for inflicting this type of activity on my child. No Mom of the Year award for me, again.

The first thing was traveling lunges across the room and back. Anyone that knows me knows well the fact that I hate lunges. These are the exercise of the devil. Well, a tie between lunges and wall sits really. And we did those too. And jumping jacks, and running around the room over step obstacles. And football dribbles and side scoots. It was pure torture. During the wall sits, Zed looked over at me and said “We are not doing this again.” I looked back at him and said “You are 1000% right we’re not.”

It all went to hell when we were running zig-zags between the cones across the room. Then sprinting back. On my first sprint back, I dug a little too deep. Pushed off with my right leg and POP! There went something. In my hip. Perhaps my hip flexor. Perhaps my gluteus medius. I just know it hurt like hell. I tried stretching it for a moment, but every time I moved after that, it siezed, and I hurt more. Time to stop. 34 minutes into Boot Camp and I was D.O.N.E.

At home, I took two Aleve, sat on an ice pack, and had Nick massage my backside with The Stick. (Don’t worry…it’s OK to click!) This morning I’m feeling stiff and sore in my right hip and not exactly a happy camper.

I hope this anxiety is relieved soon. Help me Master Yoda. You’re my only hope.

Update: Next on InterstellarAdventures: Dealing with Disappointment or “You have won second prize in a beauty contest– collect $10”. 😦 At least I know now.

August 30, 2006

Sprain, Strains and Squished Toes

Filed under: Training — by InterstellarLass @ 8:28 am

Monday night, on my way home from the gym, I stopped to get milk. Miraculously, it had started to rain on Sunday, and continued to rain Monday. The first rain we’ve in months that lasted more than fifteen minutes! And the clouds overhead were really dark, so I could tell it was about to start coming down again.

I walked out of the store, and down I went. The wheelchair ramp I was walking down was slick, and my right foot went out from under me, backwards. I landed on my right knee, and caught myself on my left hand from going all the way down. And of course, I was seen by a guy walking toward the store. In the car, the back of my right shoulder was hurting. I’d been holding the half-gallon of milk in my right hand, and I’m sure I flung my right arm out for balance. And my knee was a little sore, as was the knuckle of my left index finger, where I’d actually stopped my fall. Power Knuckle!

Yesterday, my left shoulder was a little sore, and got worse through the day. I’m pretty sure I sprained or otherwise strained my left shoulder. I can only lift it so far, and reaching for things, like the phone, too quickly and at the wrong angle results in an OW!.

Last night, I was putting away dinner items into the fridge, and I bumped one of the shelves in the refrigerator door. I’m not sure which bottle of dressing was the culprit, but something landed on my left big toe and PAIN shot right through me. I said a few words very loudly and then tried to remember those Lamaze breathing techniques. Nope, they didn’t work this time either. I’m rather disappointed my toes is not black and blue this morning. But it does hurt, and when I walk, I feel it. So, I’m a bit slow this morning.

I think I need to go into bubble mode before I hurt something else! No step or yoga for me tonight. I’ll have to sweat it out on the elliptical again. Bless it’s low-impact little self.

August 24, 2006

Name Game & The Plan

Filed under: Memes & Quizzes,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 8:45 am

My first post disappeared. Grr. 

I’ve owed this to KaraMia for almost a week now. Tag yourself if you like, and let me know if you participate.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Tulsa Creek – Sounds like a good band name
2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom’s side, your favorite candy)
Arleigh Twix – Sounds very ‘B’ movie to me.
3. YOUR “FLY GIRL/GUY” NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)
ISte – Rhymes with Itchy. Not cool.
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Purple Llama – Hmmm. Doesn’t have the same ring as “Blue Moon” does it? Name that TV show! Except Nick.
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Stella Houston – Sounds more like a p0rn star name than a soap opera name. Of course, I think some of those actresses cross over.
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom’s maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.)
Lasin Wairv – Hell yeah! Here I come R2D2 baby!
7. Terrorist Name: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom’s maiden name spelled backwards) –
Allets Iksnalaw – Doesn’t sound very terroristic to me. More like a super chess nerd or something.

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Last night I did the step/sculpt class at my gym. It was my first time in the class, and I think I did pretty well. If dripping with sweat within 10 minutes is doing well. I think the instructor was a sub. But she was one of those Workout Divas. Full eyeliner and tons of foundation. My skin would have been screaming for air. And the worst part? She kept breathing into her headset. PHWA PHWA PHWA PHWA FOUR THREE TWO ONE. It was distracting.

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June 19, 2006

Workout Divas

Filed under: Rants & Opinions,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 9:04 am

This morning I was at the gym, working with my trainer. I was pumping away on the elliptical, and my trainer was having fun periodically increasing and decreasing the resistance and the crossramp and I was dying. Then, in front of me at the stationary bikes, two women got up and walked away. I noticed that one of them was wearing a lacy pink bra under her navy workout tank. WTH???

Yesterday after the group long run, I was stretching and looked up to see a woman with full makeup, half-melted off her face. This is the second woman I’ve seen in this group that wears full make-up at 6 am on a Sunday while they run multiple miles. WTH???

And then there’s the high-school/college girls that look so cute in their little ultra-short grey gym shorts, their little tiny-tees and tanks, their hair coiffed perfectly as if they were going on a date, and makeup. And they don’t look like they ever break a sweat. WTH???

I don’t get it. There are the Workout Divas, and then there’s me. They put effort into makeup and hair and are still pencil thin. I’m lucky to grab something to eat as I drag my behind out of bed and into my workout gear. My hair gets pulled back from my face and my eyes are half closed as I drive to the group runs. During the run, my hair goes all frizzy because of the humidity and I sweat like a proverbial pig. I remember last year on a really long run I feared I had lost control of my bladder and wet myself, but it turned out my workout shorts were completely saturated and I had rivulets of sweat running down my legs. How is it that these Workout Divas can get away with it and I look like I’ve been run over by a train??? It’s not fair.

June 9, 2006

Best Laid Plans…

Filed under: Running Life,Training — by InterstellarLass @ 9:13 am

…don’t always go as you planned. Last year when I trained for my first marathon, I had the ‘no excuses’ attitude. After burning myself out trying to do too much too soon (a marathon, a half marathon, a 30K, and another marathon in 6 weeks) I started to make excuses again. So, I took some time off and then made excuses about getting started again.

Now I got into the NYC Marathon. Who ever gets in on the first year they apply? I mean really. My plan was to apply and get rejected. After three straight years of rejection, you’re an automatic entry. I had never been hoping for a rejection as much as I was hoping for this one.

But noooo. My lottery number had to come up. And of course, while I never win the monetary lottery, I manage to win this one. But, because I’m so good at making excuses, I’m not in good enough shape to be training like I need to train for that one.

So, my plan is to defer till next year. I can cancel my entry for this year and have guaranteed entry for next year. A second reason for cancelling this year is the date. The ‘thon is scheduled for November 5. My mom has a milestone birthday November 3. I can’t miss it. And it’d be a bit selfish of me to ask my family to give her a trip to New York with me so that I can run the marathon. Hey. I thought about it. But that’s really, really selfish.

So, now I’m in a pre-marathon training class. This class will roll straight into the White Rock marathon training class. I’ll run White Rock in December, and then another marathon in the spring next year. Then, New York will be in my sights. That’s the plan anyway.

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