Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Tour de Pain

As noted yesterday (see below), my new favorite orthopedist has declared my ankle healed and cleared me to resume exercise. All in all, I only wound up taking 3 full days off, but it felt like forever. On a normal Tuesday, I run in the morning and then go for a spin class followed by a short treadmill run in the evening. (Or, on a lazy Tuesday, I sleep through the morning run and put in extra time in the evening.) Yesterday, the morning run was out due to the doctor's appointment and I decided to try just the spin class in the evening.

The good news is that the ankle feels fine. The bad news is that I did not realize my dream of coming into class full of vigor from my days of rest and pushing my performance to new heights. Instead, by 10 minutes into our Tour de France-themed class, I felt like I had been pedaling for 2241 miles.* I felt like I had taken 3 weeks off rather than 3 days. A little discouraging, but hopefully I'll be back to normal soon.

I did another modified workout this morning: just Group Power, instead of Group Power followed by treadmill. This was partially because I'm still taking it easy and partially because I had to run home and make food for a potluck (yum). Unlike the spinning, that class felt totally normal (though I did go easy on the weight). If time permits, I'm going to try my first actual run since the fall this evening. Wish me luck!

*Actual length of the Tour de France. Thank you, internet!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Good news from the doctor!

I had my appointment with the orthopedist at 7:30 this morning. Given the fact that my ankle feels totally fine now, I felt a little silly going at all, much less showing up with my enormous Xrays. The last time I saw an orthopedist (at the otherwise amazing Shock Trauma in Baltimore), I recall being made to feel like my relatively minor injury was wasting his time. As I was walking back to his office, I actually overheard him read my referral and comment to a colleague "Oh please. Show me something that's actually broken."

Fortunately, this morning's visit was not like that at all. The only attitude I got was from the receptionist, who was super-agitated when I and several other patients showed up 20 minutes early for our appointments as we had been instructed. She had us wait in the hall until 7:15, when she opened the door and stated that she doesn't start work until 7:20, so we could come in, but we would have to sit and wait. I foolishly asked if I should be filling out paperwork while waiting and was told "yes, but you can sit down and wait until I'm ready to give it to you." Sorry I asked.

When the doctor called me back, I recited the whole story for him. I emphasized that I'm not generally someone who over-reacts to pain (see yesterday's post); my ankle really hurt for awhile and now it really feels fine. He seemed to understand and said that he sees similar situations with runners often. As long as the pain is gone, he told me I could resume training and gave me some topical cream in case the pain comes back. We chit-chatted about marathons for a few minutes and he sent me on my way.

(And- to her credit- the receptionist was perfectly polite when I left. So I'm going to assume she was just having a bad morning.)

So, with the all-clear, I'm going to go to spin class tonight and see how things go. Game on!

Monday, July 12, 2010

"Don't tell me what I can't do!"


For those of you who are not Lost fans, the above quote was a frequent declaration of the character John Locke. I was feeling a little bit like Locke this morning as I stayed home from my usual Monday morning Group Power class.

My ankle feels fine now, which is amazing to me given how intensely it hurt on Friday. Its a commonly held belief in my family that we all inherited a freakisly high tolerance for pain. Stories abound within the family of relatives refusing to go to the hospital despite serious illnesses and injuries, refusing totally normal pain meds, and not realizing they have serious health problems because they swear they feel fine. I'm no exception. It takes a lot to get me to go to a doctor. Yet, I came very close to actually calling an ambulance on Friday. That's how much the ankle hurt.

After a weekend of rest, ice, compression, and elevation, it feels like things are back to normal. My better judgement convinced me not to cancel my orthopedist appointment tomorrow morning and to stay off of it until after I see the doctor. This morning, though, my better judgement had a major shouting match with the more reckless part of me that wanted to go ahead with my normal exercise routine. I think its a fact of human nature that, even with tasks we usually have to talk ourselves into (aka: working out), being told we can't do them makes us want to do them more than anything.

I stayed home, so I'm hoping I'll be rewarded tomorrow with good news from the orthopedist. Wish me luck!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Not a great start to the weekend.

The plan for today was to join my sister on her first 5K ever and run to and from the race in order to add enough extra miles to equal a 12-mile long run. Instead, today is all about RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Awesome.

The trouble started yesterday morning. I took a half-day from work in order to make up some of the training I missed while I was on half a dozen planes and in WA (see post from earlier this week). My awesome and very athletic roommate agreed to join me at 6:30am for a trail run, followed by a visit to the new Annapolis recreation center at Truxton Park to use the track. For me, the run was rough from the beginning. It was hot and I had barely done anything all week (see other post from earlier this week). By the time we reached the trail, I was really struggling and Katie was way ahead.

About halfway through the trail, I tripped on a tree root and fell, twisting my ankle. I got up and tried walking on it. It definitely hurt, but not too bad. I walked on it for a few minutes and the pain went away. By the time Katie realized I was missing and came back to check on me, it felt fine. I resumed running and was fine for the rest of the trail, a mile run on the track, and the mile walk home. The most painful part of the whole thing was at the rec center, when I put some hand sanitizer on the abrasion on my left leg (yikes!).

After I got home and had a snack, I felt good enough to walk to the gym for group power. I made it through the class fine, no pain at all. Then, during the cool down, I noticed that my ankle hurt whenever I put my weight on my right side. It got steadily worse as I walked home. Within 30 minutes of arriving home, it was excruciating and I couldn't put weight on it at all. I actually crawled to the bathroom at one point because trying to walk was just too painful.

Two hours of icing and elevation later, things were no better, so I made a doctor's appointment and took some Advil. Naturally, as soon as I had an appointment, I started to feel a little better. Katie took me to the doctors where they talked to me like I was both reckless and crazy. "You ran after you fell? And then you went to the gym???" I kept trying to explain that the ankle didn't hurt until after the gym, but I don't think anyone really heard me. The doctor sent me for xrays and gave me a referral to an orthopedist. Then my mom, who asked the same incredulous questions as the doctors, gave me one of the crutches I used 10 years ago when I was in a bad car accident.

Today, the ankle feels much, much better. Its shocking how much it hurt yesterday and how little it hurts today. I go to the orthopedist Tuesday and I'm praying that he'll tell me I can get back to training soon. I really don't want to get too far off track. Plus, working out has become such a huge part of my routine that I hate missing it.

In more positive news, I tried my first recipe from Rocco DiSpirito's new light cookbook, Now Eat This! (http://amzn.com/0345520904) and it was delicious! Definitely a book to try. Also, my awesome sister Meghan and my niece's friend Liza persevered through pouring rain this morning to run that 5K- a first for both of them. So, congratulations to Meghan and Liza!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

This is becoming a problem.

When I first visited my gym last August and took a look at the schedule, I wasn't sure it would work for me. Given the crazy schedule I had from September-May, I knew that the only time I would be able to go would be at 6am. I have never been great at getting up in the morning; I used to struggle to get to work at 9:30am. How was I going to drag myself out of bed in the dark to work out?

At that time, I happened to be reading the terrific book Changing for Good (http://amzn.com/038072572X). This book introduced the concept of stages of change, which has become a widely accepted idea in counseling. There are tons of books about the stages written for therapists, but this one was originally intended as a self-help book for anyone wishing to change a bad habit. I've read it a few times in order to help clients, and the great thing about it is that I can't help but work on one or more of my own bad habits every time I read it. So, last August, I looked at the gym schedule and the advice in Changing for Good and thought "I can make this work."

For the most part, I have made it work. Since the second week of August last year, I have not gone a week without exercising at least four times, and I often make it five or six. Until this week. I don't know if its the heat, jet lag, or what, but I just could not drag myself out of bed this week. I even missed three group exercise classes that I really like just because I didn't feel like going. I know I'm going to pay for it on this weekend's long run.

The authors of Stages of Change would call this "recycling," which is their preferred term for "relapse." I think those guys might be watching me because, as I sit in my counseling office and type this, I just got a call from a client, with whom I've been working on the stages of change. She can't make it tonight. Which means I can go home and go to the gym. Time to recycle!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Adventures in climate-hopping.



I've been M.I.A. for a few days, in part because I went on a little trip and in part because I've been holed up at home in the a/c reading Justin Cronin's completely addictive novel, The Passage (http://amzn.com/0345504968). If any of you are looking for great summer/beach reading, look no further. As many reviewers have aptly stated, this is the kind of book that you can't put down, even though you kind of want to because you don't want it to end. I heard about it from a brief mention in a magazine and a friend's Facebook post and only learned this morning (when I went to Amazon to get the link) that it is part one of a planned triology. Hooray! With Harry Potter and Lost over, I need something to spend the next several years theorizing about.

So, on to the weekend: I did marathon training long run #2 on Saturday, then headed straight to the airport for the shortest West Coast trip ever: left Saturday morning, attended/DJ'd a wedding Sunday, flew back Monday. Here are the highlights:

1) The long run. What a difference a few degrees makes! I wasn't really looking forward to this run because I found the same distance (10 miles) so difficult the week before. Also, I had to do it by myself because my running buddy was doing another race and the Striders were setting out too late for me to run with them and make my flight. It turns out that I need not have worried. Thanks to my earlier start time and a merciful break in the heat, this 10-miler was a billion times easier and more pleasant than the week before. I walked more than usual and still finished 10 minutes ahead of my time the previous week. So, that was a great start to the weekend and a nice confidence-builder early in my training.

2) The long plane ride(s). Unfortunately, the weekend took a downward plunge after the run. I went to BWI for what was supposed to be a 12:35 flight to St. Louis and a connecting flight to Seattle, with arrival at 6:50pm West Coast time. I had taken a footlong Subway sub with me, intending to eat half on the first flight and half on the second, saving both money and calories. I also planned to sleep off the early-morning run during the flights and arrive awake enough to spend the evening with friends. Good plan, right?

The cascade of crappy events began with the 12:35 flight being late. By the time I got on the plane, I was starving (keep in mind I ran 10 miles that morning) and worried that I might miss my connection at STL. I ate the whole sub as soon as we took off. Then, 10 or 15 minutes into the flight, the captain came on and announced that there was a problem with the plane and we had to go back to BWI. So, we turned around, but there were no runways clear, so we just circled at low altitude for 45 minutes. Something about this process made me nauseous, so I spent that whole time trying not to throw up the huge sub. I was very thankful when we landed, despite the fact that I had already missed my connecting flight and would need to be re-routed.

I got moved to a flight to Denver at 3:55pm, followed by another flight which was scheduled to arrive in Seattle at 9pm West Coast time, meaning that I would miss time with my friends. At this point, I was out of food, so I (unwisely) bought some greasy Chinese food to eat on the flight and then (even more unwisely) stress-ate half of it before we ever boarded. The flight to Denver was relatively smooth, but I could not manage to fall asleep for even a few minutes. Then, when we arrived (at 5pm CO time), we learned that our connecting flight was delayed and we would be at the Denver airport for 3 hours. So that made me even more tired and cranky. What to do? Grab a snack, of course! By the time all this craziness was over, I had easily undone the 10-mile run and then some. (Mental note: pack way more healthy food than you think you will need whenever traveling).

We boarded the flight to Denver at 8pm. By this point, our best possible arrival time in Seattle was 9:30pm Pacific-time. A few minutes after boarding, the captain came on to announce that we were experiencing a lightning storm and all the runways were closed. So, we waited on the runway for another 45 minutes or so for that to clear. By the time we arrived in Seattle, it was after 10pm Pacific time (so 1am to my body, which had been up since 5:30am). I had been instructed to take a 45-minute bus ride and a 10-minute train ride to my hotel, so I headed for the bus stop. It turned out to be clear on the other side of the very large airport and down several long deserted walkways which looked kind of like this:



When I finally got to the bus stop, I realized that I had already missed the last bus. D'oh! So, I speed-walked back down the scary walkways and found a place where I could book a spot on a shuttle. I had a pleasant ride with a very nice shuttle-driver and finally reached the hotel at about 12:30am Pacific time. By this point, I had been awake for 22 hours. I'm still not sure how I managed that.

3) The wedding. The one good thing about my crazy travel ordeal and the marathon 22-hour day was that I went to sleep at 12:30 and woke up at 7:30 just like a normal day. No jet lag at all. So, I was awake and able to enjoy my friend Angela's truly lovely wedding to her new husband Matt. One of the many great things about going to Yale Divinity School is that the students there are really committed to creating creative, meaningful liturgy. Thus, YDS weddings are pretty much always awesome, and this one was no exception.

My DJ gig was at reception #1: a lovely lunch event at a rooftop venue in downtown Tacoma, WA. I love DJing for many reasons, but I especially love DJing friends' weddings because I'm able to really make the music meaningful for them. The time of day seemed to keep people from dancing much, but I was really thrilled with the cocktail/dinner music, which seemed to please both the bride and groom and the guests.

Reception #2 was an open house at the bride's parents' home, overlooking the water and the annual Tacoma 4th of July festivities. Getting married on the 4th was a smart move on Angela and Matt's part. How else do people who aren't mega-rich get to conclude their wedding with fireworks? Well-played, Angela and Matt. It was unseasonably cold in Tacoma on the 4th. I spent the evening shivering in a sweater and jacket, which made coming home to triple-digit heat a little shocking.

4) The trip home. This one was (thankfully) much smoother than the trip out. The only problem was that I didn't realize that the busses and trains were still running on a holiday schedule and wound up having to take a $60 cab ride to the airport. Also, it was a bummer to leave so soon after my arrival, especially once I realized that most of my friends were staying to hang out an extra day. Oh well.

So, now you're pretty much caught up. I meant to go back to the gym yesterday and get back to training. Yet, somehow, I wound up sitting in my air-conditioned room reading all afternoon/evening. I think the 105 degree heat may have had something to do with that. So, I really need to get back tonight and also to start planning for how I'm going to cope with the heat this weekend. Time to freeze some Gatorade!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Birthdays and blueberries.

June is a big month for birthdays in my family. Mine is June 5th, my nephew Shane's is June 22nd, and my Mom's was yesterday (June 30th). Mom doesn't look it, but she just turned 58. She looks as good as she does, at least in part, because she's always been super health-conscious. When she was a kid and teenager, she participated in all manner of exotic athletic pursuits, including baton-twirling and belly-dancing. At one time, she hoped to be a school gym teacher, but instead she got married at age 20 to my Dad, who already had two small children. As busy as she was with two (and eventually three) small children, she always took the time to eat healthy and exercise. When I was little, we used to go for walks or bike rides pretty much every day, and twice each week, I would sit reading in a school gymnasium as she took her weekly aerobics class. Now, many years later, Mom still does aerobics every week, gets up early to catch exercise shows on TV, and takes my little niece Greta (above) for walks while my sister-in-law takes her own fitness classes. So, thanks Mom, for setting a good example for us.

For both Father's Day and Mom's birthday, I made two delicious treats involving blueberries. Fruity desserts are my favorite kind, so I always get excited when berry season rolls around. Back in 2006, when I was still at Yale, I got a great summer internship which featured all manner of fun social activities for my fellow interns and I. One of those events was blueberry-picking at one of my favorite CT places: Bishop's Orchards (http://www.bishopsorchards.com/).

The trip wound up falling on one of the hottest days of that summer, so only the die-hard foodies among the interns decided to go. Given the small numbers, my supervisor generously allowed me to bring my roommate Matt along for the ride. Matt and I were best friends for all three of our years at Yale, and probably spent 75% of that time at restuarants or in the kitchen (the other 25% we spent talking about Harry Potter and watching "Lost"). This is how I'll always remember Matt:



When we arrived at Bishop's, we were told that we had an hour to pick as many blueberries as we wanted. As long as we could stand the heat and keep picking, all the berries were free. Matt and I were up to that challenge. We walked away with well over 20 pounds of blueberries. Thus began challenge #2: using 2o+ pounds of blueberries. We ate them raw, put them on salads, blended them in smoothies (with yogurt before work, with vodka and triple sec after work), and baked them into whatever creations we could imagine. To this day, whenever I cook with blueberries, I think of that time. Sigh.

So, in honor of birthdays and blueberries, here are three great, easy recipes which use the same basic ingredients:

Blueberry sauce:

All you need for this is 1/2 to 1 pint of blueberries and some red wine. Just put the blueberries in a small sauce pan with enough red wine to cover them and simmer over low-medium heat, stirring often, until they form into a sauce. You can use the sauce for ice cream, crepes, other desserts, whatever. This basic recipe works with all kinds of berries, fresh and frozen. I use it all the time.

Blueberry lemon muffins:

This is another Food Network recipe, from the cookbook How to Boil Water (http://amzn.com/0696226863). It says that it makes 12 muffins, but I usually get 18 from this recipe. Also, you can replace the 1/2 cup of butter with 1/2 cup of vegetable oil if you prefer.

Ingredients

2 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
3/4 cup sugar (white or light brown) plus more for sprinkling on top of the muffins
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/8 teaspoon fine salt
Freshly grated nutmeg
1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
1 cup whole milk
2 large eggs, at room temperature
1 tablespoon finely grated lemon zest
1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups fresh blueberries, rinsed and dried

Directions

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Line a 12-muffin tin with cupcake liners and set aside.

Whisk the flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, and nutmeg together in a medium bowl; set aside.

Put the butter in a microwaveable-safe dish or measuring cup. Cover with plastic wrap and microwave until melted, about 30 seconds. (Alternatively melt the butter in a saucepan.) Whisk the milk, eggs, lemon zest, and vanilla with the butter.

Make a small well in the center of the dry ingredients. Pour wet ingredients into the well, then stir with a wooden spoon until the dry ingredients are moistened but still lumpy. Do not overmix the batter or your muffins will be dense. Gently stir in the blueberries. Divide the batter evenly into the muffin tin and sprinkle the tops generously with sugar.

Put the muffins in the oven and immediately reduce oven temperature to 375 degrees F. Bake until golden brown, about 25 minutes, rotating the pan halfway through the cooking. (Insert a toothpick into the center of a muffin to check if it is done. Toothpick should come out clean). Cool muffins in the pan on a rack for a couple minutes. Turn the muffins out of the pan and cool on the rack. Serve warm or at room temperature.


Blueberry cobbler:

This recipe comes from my favorite magazine, Real Simple. I remember getting the issue and being so excited about it that I made it that very day. Its very easy and delicious. This is a photo I took the first time I made it, to prove that it looked just like the picture:



Ingredients

2 pints blueberries
1/3 cup plus 1/4 cup granulated sugar
1 1/2 cups plus 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon grated lemon zest
6 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into pieces
2 cups heavy cream

Directions

1. Heat oven to 375° F. In a shallow 1 1/2-quart baking dish or a 9-inch deep-dish pie plate, toss the blueberries, 1/3 cup sugar, and 1 tablespoon flour.

2. In a medium bowl, combine the baking powder, salt, lemon zest, and the remaining flour and sugar.

3. Add the butter and blend with your fingers or 2 knives until coarse crumbs form. Add 3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons cream and mix until a shaggy dough forms.

4. Drop mounds of dough over the blueberry mixture. Bake until the berries are bubbling and the top is golden, 35 to 40 minutes. Serve with the remaining cream for drizzling, if desired.

Enjoy!