Recovering from a running injury

What I have learned over the last month and a half is that running injuries are hard to come back from. This has everything to do with the fact that you want to continue doing the same activity that hurt you in the first place. That’s hard, because running injuries are commonly from overuse.

I suffered from IT band troubles when I trained for my first half marathon. This injury actually prevented me from running all 13 miles. I ended up only being able to finish 6. After the race, I kind of stayed away from running by working out on the elliptical and taking group classes.

That was two years ago. Now I’m someone who loves to run, and is itching to get back out on the road. My only saving grace has been that the weather is super crappy. I have no desire to go run in 50 mph winds, thanks, but no thanks.  But I also don’t feel like I’m any closer to running than I was with my boot on. It kind of breaks my heart.

I go to see a specialist next Friday. That would be my projected date for my first run. My projected date for my first spin class is totally at 7 am tomorrow morning. I can do it.

I found a source that says for every week you are off running, it will take you two weeks to get back to that level. I’m up to like 5 weeks, I can expect to be fully recovered in 10 weeks. Source

I do have to say that I tried to decrease my detraining effect by cross training with swimming and keeping up with my lifting. We will see how it goes I guess.

I’m back to the pool today to drown swim a 1/2 mile. Sucks.


What I learned from my foot injury.

So, the last time I wrote, I think I told you I had a stress fracture. While that wasn’t the actual diagnosis, I had some tendon problems that unfortunately affected my cuboid bone. I was hoping it was just bone, as I believe strains, sprains, and tears are much, much worse (aka harder to heal). Luckily my doctor believes that it was a freak accident, so I shouldn’t have to deal with any physical therapy/gait changing tactics. Although he is sending me to a specialist, just in case.

This last month and a half was rough. I’m graduating college in two, TWO weeks and my stress levels have been off the charts. I generally deal with my stress by going outside and getting a nice jog in. That is my ideal therapy. Lately I’ve had to supplement running therapy with swimming/aqua jogging and lifting weights. I love to lift, but really it gets old when its the only thing you do day in and day out.  And swimming, well, I have a weird phobia with swimming. It’s ridiculous or else I would share. Ok, since you pulled my leg… Every time I close my eyes underwater, I think a shark is about to attack me. Seriously.

In retrospect, it would have been better had I done something other than 2 days of p90x (I’m trying to stay on the program!) and 1 day of full body supersets. So yeah, it got old FAST. To add to my stress levels is that I haven’t worked since march 13th (I usually work once a week). So I’m a broke joke, fo’ reals. To add insult to injury, last night I got a speeding ticket. I cried, gave him my life story, and I still got a fine. And he was the cutest, nicest old guy. Apparently their new speed monitors record all their speeds and if they have a speed that’s significantly higher, they HAVE to ticket. This my friends is why technology is a bitch.

So now that I have officially complained your ears off, I thought I’d take some time and tell you the life lessons I learned from this injury.

1. I am not a professional athlete. This may sound silly, and trust me, I was well aware of this before my injury. But I was exercising just as much as some professional athletes do without supervision. I was always working out hard and INTENSE everyday. I burned, according to my HR monitor, well over 1000 calories a day. And that’s one of the reasons why I got injured.

2. I need to treat my body better. This stems off of what I said above, but I also haven’t been fueling myself for these intense workouts. I exhausted my body. I exercised like a pro athlete and fueled like I was on one serious diet. I’m so upset with myself. Because I KNOW better. I’m a nurse. I’m a professional. I get it. This girl talked about her struggles recently. And it brought back to the front of my mind my own problems. A lot of it stems from being overweight for a blip in time. My mind likes to tell me things like “No you can’t eat dessert again because you will gain back those twenty-five pounds immediately.” If a patient said that to me, I’d have to laugh. because it sounds so ridiculous. But that’s what my mind thinks. And mind, you know better! I’m not an exception to the scientific facts! I am going to work on eating more (yum!) but eating clean! I’ve made great strides this semester with eating clean, unprocessed foods. So that’s what I’m going to continue doing. My activity level is also going to increase greatly with working 12+ hours on my feet, running around a BUSY, and BIG unit. So my metabolism will be sky high. This is the ideal time to increase my eats.

3. I’m not going to have all the time in the world to workout for three + hours everyday. Yeah you read that right. three hours. Well starting june 7th, I start my big girl job of 40 hours a week. Nice right? Well, with that responsibility I won’t be able to workout as leisurely as I was accustomed to in college. And I’ll be exhausted. But I know that some days, even if I can only get in a 2 mile run, that will be ok! One hour work outs might be a luxury. Because I also have to study for my end-exam. And also planning a wedding…. Oyi, I’m getting stressed out again!

4. I learned to find other ways to distress, like watch a movie, talk to my fiance, go out with him. We had a heart to heart where we realized that because of “last semester stresses” we have had a bit of a disconnection. And that is the truth. We love each other so much, but when you are both studying for comprehensive exams that cover 4 years of infinite knowledge, its easy to get caught up in it. And this week we have already spent most days together. I am very thankful to have a fiance who I can talk to, cry to, and end up laughing with. He makes everything I do that much more worthwhile.


Today I got my walking cast/boot off. And today I went to the gym with the sole purpose to start strengthening it back up. I got on the bike first for 15 minutes. Then I got on the elliptical for 15 minutes. And then I walked on the treadmill for 15 minutes. And then I left. Note: I went very, very slow. Tomorrow I’ll probably swim laps. Ugh.



This entry was posted on April 27, 2012. 1 Comment

Last run of 2012.

I don’t even know what was going on in my life when I posted last. But whatever it was, it seems insignificant to what is happening now. I think I remember talking about how I was increasing my running miles, trying to get back into the swing of things. Well, I quickly did. I actually broke my personal record for the most miles ran in one week. I killed it. And my pace was perfection. I’m talking 7:30s for my short runs, 7:45 pace for my 8-10 milers. The weather was perfect and everything was wonderful.  I even ran my fasted 5k, in 20:56.

But none of that matters.

During my recovery run, an easy four miles, I threw on my “short distance” shoes. I went out the door without my pacer tracking me. This wasn’t about pace, this was about shaking my legs out. On the home stretch, in ear shot of my pup, I felt something give in my foot. excruciating pain ensued. I stopped immediately. Then the pain stopped immediately. I took a few steps, chalked it off as a fluke, and attempted to run again. I ran through the pain for .25 of my last mile. It was the longest .25 of a mile of my life. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I hobbled, defeated, into my house and plopped my foot on some ice.

I cried. I had known what I had done. I knew the second it happened, what I had done. I just sat there, looking at my foot, thinking about everything I could have done to prevent this from happening. Trust me, it was preventable.

Tuesday March 13th, 2012 is more than likely the last run I will run in 2012. My bone scan Monday will confirm what my body already knows is a stress fracture, in a place that is the hardest to heal.

I laugh. I smile with friends. I hobble from point A to B.  I make jokes all day at my own expense. But inside, I’m falling to pieces. This is no longer about my desires to be fit, and to run perfect paced long runs. This might affect my career. I worked hard, for four years to maintain a high GPA and worked my ass off to impress every person I came into contact with. Well, it worked. I was offered every job I applied to. And this may stop me from doing what I was BORN to do. And that, is the most unacceptable part of this all.

Truth is. I deserve what I got. I over-trained without proper fuel, rest, and I took on too much too soon. There are reasons why training plans are set up the way they are. You are not supposed to increase your runs by more than 10% a week. So if you are out there following your own plan, the joke will be on you.

Tonight, the jokes on me.

But don’t you worry, I’m still getting my sweat on. Thank the lord for spinning class. And lifting.




P90X weeks 3&4; and a dress

Well, I guess I’ve fallen by the wayside on blogging. Oh well, such is life. I seem to only want to blog when I have to study something boring. Moral problems in modern ethics? Uh, what? Yeah. I’d rather blog. I have an essay test coming up. It’s one of those where you are given like, 8 questions, and will have two the professor will pick for you to right on. The problem I’m having is a lot of the questions want MY educated opinions. And I don’t really have opinions on matters such as moral language. But I do have an opinion on abortion. (I am using the Jedi mind trick right now, willing that question to be on the test). It won’t be. But there will be 2 on cultural relativism. Just my luck.

So, week 3 of P90X was the last week of phase 1. And all I remember was everyday wishing it would end. I picked up more miles in running this week, so I was exhausted. KJ is still shrinking away. And I am getting muscle definition that down right scares me. I’m going to look like a man here soon. But that’s ok, according to my ethics class, they make out better in everything anyhow.

Here’s one of Kj’s better poses. Not bad, not bad.


Week 4 of P90X was a taper week, filled with recovery exercises. We didn’t follow the week 100%. On Wednesday we were both EXHAUSTED, so we decided to move KenpoX to Saturday and scratch off YogaX. Honestly, doing YogaX twice in one week sounded like torture. I had a victory this week! I said from the first time doing yogaX that I wanted to be able to hold crane pose by the last week. Well, I finally did it!


I also ran like a madwoman this week. Oh, and I took a spinning class. My legs are still mad. My long run on thursday was rough. In fact, I cried. I ran up 10 hills. In 50 mph winds. Never again. Oh and I got shin splints for the first time in my life. I think I need new running shoes. I ran close to 16 miles this week. I’m nowhere near to what I used to run a week,  but I’m slowly making my way back.


This week I discovered Chocolate Covered Katie. I’ve made like 6 different recipes. I love her. Above was a single lady chocolate chip cookie dough muffin. It rocked. KJ said they were better warm. That’s almost a compliment. This morning I made him a blueberry muffin. He liked that one.


I also discovered Spaghetti Squash…. As an Italian, I value a good noodle. I like my pasta al dente, ya know, with a bit of crunch to it. Well, this had crunch and was goooood. It satisfied my pasta craving (tricked ya, brain) and filled me up all night long (for 40 calories, that’s kind of impressive). I tried them first with just a bit of butter, salt, and parmesan cheese. It was alright. But this evening I had them with parmesan cheese, and prego. And it was out of this world. The flavors of the tomato sauce and the squash complimented each other in a very good way. The consistency also worked well together. I just really am a huge fan.

In other news: I bought my wedding dress 🙂

It was completely an accident. I think I posted Friday morning that I was going shopping with my mom. We were going on a whim just to try to get a better feel of what I wanted. Well, I went to Cocoa Couture. I know people complain that it’s expensive, but its worth every penny, and if you have a budget they work with you. I did not necessarily have a budget. So I went in there and they were having a trunk show of a designer who has designed for kleinfelds and partnered with a few great wedding designers. He calls himself, the “queen of lace.” Yeah, his words not mine! And since I wanted a dress that was all lace, he was my dream come true. I tried on about 8 dresses. And nothing was cutting it. They were pretty, but they didn’t have the wow factor I was looking for. (My definition of wow is not BLING or being BIG, it was being romantic, detailed, elegant, and gorgeous). The manager came in, gave me a class of wine, and told the designer the dress he thought I needed to try on. I tried it on. I smiled. I walked out to my mom and the designer. And nobody spoke a word. My dress assistant Jen (who was FABULOUS) threw on the veil I picked out. And then the designer pronounced “it was as if I had you in mind when I made that dress, and I never say that.” My mom agreed. I had some reservations about one part of the dress (too low-cut) that I voiced and I heard something I loved: “I’m going to design you and make for you by hand this dress, with a higher cut bodice.” And he is throwing in a free muslim fitting, veil, sash, and detailing on the sash. SO then we talked details which included a longer train, higher cut bodice, and french lace. I also get his sketches of my dress so I can frame them later. It’s all good until you get the bill. But I’m a firm believer in paying for quality. It was by far the best experience I have ever had with this wedding stuff (besides, ya know, getting engaged 😉 ). I would recommend them 100000%. Even my designer offered to make the dress less expensive by substituting different lace over the french lace… I just wasn’t interested in changing the part I loved the MOST. I can’t give anymore details, my fiance is like, my only reader.

Here’s to getting married in all lace & being broke.

This entry was posted on February 26, 2012. 2 Comments

P90X- Week 2 and how breakfast saves money.

So, Kj and I are in our second week of P90x (actually we are almost done with our third because I’m a dunce blogger) and I would say we definitely had much more energy this week. I mean, we even held a conversation. On top of P90x, I decided to get back into running. I feel like running fell by the wayside over the last few months for a variety of reasons.

1. It’s Winter. In Pennsylvania (this used to mean more than it does now, it’s going to be 50 degrees tomorrow)

2. I was hooked on spinning- great class.

3. I was tired all the time with finals and work, so I’d hop on the elliptical, or do a Jillian video.

4. I was Lazzzy, with a capital L.


So this week I felt like I should jump right in. Monday it was 3 miles, Tuesday it was 4 miles, and Friday was 6 beautiful miles! I think what surprises me the most is that even after my time off, I find that I am faster, and still in great shape to just start off at 13 miles my first week back. Truth is, I love to run. I don’t love P90X, or spinning, or even the elliptical. Therefore, I am a runner. (Does anyone else feel weird about calling themselves a runner?) I used to run track, the 800, the beast. I don’t miss it. It was hell on the track to do. But I almost feel like I was more of a runner then than I am now. And trust me, I took a few short cuts and barely ran 8 miles a week (and that was running 5x a week, lol). Oh, high school I miss you.

Ok, that ends my rant on running. So now that we are finished with two weeks into the 13 weeks of p90x, I would have to be honest and tell you I’m seeing some changes… on Kj, haha. The other day he looked so much smaller in his chest and stomach that I was like, “I’m measuring you, now.” This was in the middle of a workout. Ha. And lo and behold, he lost 2 inches in his stomach, and 1.75 inches in his chest. That’s after TWO weeks. And he still eats fried food. I almost hate him. We don’t get on the scale though. We really don’t have access to one, so I figured, why not go by inches?

As for me, I lost an inch in my stomach and 3/4 of an inch on each thigh. Oh, and to my fiance’s dismay, an inch on my chest. And slowly but surely, the abs are coming back. I didn’t even realize they were gone. Oh well.  I’m not really following the nutrition plan. I eat clean and healthy, so I see no need. But I have made some changes. I’m increasing protein with a shake on the days we lift, and my rest day. There’s no reason I don’t drink them on other days except I’m a poor college student. And I cut out my carbs at dinner and after. Incidentally, this stopped me from snacking at night. because I like to chow down on popcorn. There’s nothing wrong with popcorn, I’d just rather have a huge oatcake for breakfast. In its first phase, P90X only wants you to eat one serving of carbs (50g) and 1 serving of fruit. This is a bit redic, but I decided I’m a carb happy person, and that can stop. I noticed that changing my breakfast from my measly 100 calorie english muffin and 1/2 a banana can’t hold a candle to my 1/8 c. of oats, 1/3 c. of whole wheat flour, 1/3 c. almond milk, and stevia. I got this recipe from somewhere in the blog community, and I’m sorry I don’t remember where! Seriously, this breakfast holds me over until about 12 (when eaten at 7). That’s impressive. I usually am scrounging for a snack at 9. Now I’m not. So therefore, I’m saving money. This breakfast rocks.

Well, today is already starting to be a good day. I got my income tax return (Um, hello, last year I paid $600 dollars, and now I’m getting that back plus MORE) and I’m going wedding dress shopping with my momma, and outlet shopping. Then I have to study, boo.

Have a good one.



P90X- Week1.

As my new & LAST semester of college starts, I find myself working ahead of the class. I’m just trying to scratch as much off my to do list as possible. And I thought senioritis was going to be a problem for me. Ha. I’m still a nerd.

Well, not only did I start my new semester last week, but I also started P90X and I have been in a whirlwind ever since. See, it’s hard enough planning workouts around 1 person’s schedule. But since I’m doing this with my fiance, I have to plan it around both of our schedules. It’s super hard. But doable. It just means that I’m not working out first thing in the morning anymore (my favorite time).

So, I thought I’d share what my thoughts are after week 1.

WEEK 1: P90X

We are currently doing the classic version. There are all different types of verisons (even one for runners!) based on what kind of results you are looking for. I’m not sure what results I want in myself, but I know KJ would like to see some pounds come off, and get back his toned body.

Our week looked like this:

Monday: Chest and Back, Ab Ripper

Tuesday: Plyometrics

Wednesday: Shoulders and Arms, Ab Ripper

Thursday: Yoga X

Friday: Legs

Saturday: Kenpo X

Sunday: REST 🙂

To be honest, I don’t feel the indevidual videos are difficult. Last week, I was disappointed after each video to realize it wasn’t nearly as challenging as I thought. But as the week went by, I found my entire body was just EXHAUSTED (although, I also ran around 15 miles on top of this). Kj and I were no longer talking, we would greet each other with a grunt and that would be it lol. We just were SO tired. At first I blamed my new schedule. But then I realized this program’s intensity comes from the combined efforts of all the videos as a whole. And let me tell you the whole is definitely greater than the sum of the parts. Seriously, it’s only Wednesday now, but I’m starting to feel tired.

As for noticing any changes, I didn’t think I would see any in the first week. But I already notice my abs and arms getting more toned and defined. I’ll do a more formal results post at four weeks, eight weeks, and 13 weeks.

I have been trying to clean up my diet. I’ve been guilty lately of eating too much chocolate (um, I don’t think there is such a thing, but whatev.). P90X Comes with a serious nutrition plan, but I don’t think that I’m at a point where I need to follow a strict diet. I am making sure my diet in general is low in fat and sugar, high in protein, and am keeping my carb servings at about 4, with two of those being fruit. And when the mood strikes, some chocolate covered pretezel  balls (they are like crack and that is all I have to say).

I guess what I like most about the program is KJ’s willingness to work out with me. We laugh, a lot, and it means so much to me that he is doing with me what I enjoy most!

So heres to week two. Shoulders, Arms, and Abs tonight. Please go easy on me Master X.

A sad day in happy valley.

Today, I woke up bright and early to go to the gym. I hung out on the elliptical and did body pump. Upon exiting the group fitness room, I noticed grown men huddled around the TV’s, some of them with tears in their eyes. The headline wasn’t a shock to me but the heaviness of the news still sits on me, 8 hours later.

A legend that once walked among us has passed on.

If you are from central PA, you know this man. This is a man that means a lot of things to a lot of people.

If this had happened in any other way, I’d be celebrating a life well lived. But the timeline of events that preceeded his death cannot be ignored. And I’m sure they were on the forefront of his mind as he passed. And this is not something anyone should have to experience in the last two months of their life.

All I really want to say here is that I’m mourning for one of the greatest men to ever coach football, who built up a university, and who had some of the highest graduation rates.

So, here’s to you Joe Pa ❤