I am the type of person that gets REALLY excited about the prospect of a new challenge. I get REALLY REALLY excited in the beginning and I do things like start blogs and buy new gear and join groups. AND THEN, I remember that I have two kids and a husband that depend on me for a lot of stuff!
So, this week has flown by but quite a few good things have happened. I started running on the indoor track at the Y and am now enjoying that much more than the treadmill. Next goal is to get outside but it's still just too cold for me.
I'm getting the hang of my blood sugars before and after working out but I still haven't hooked up the Continuous Glucose Monitor, which seems to be something that is very easy to avoid.
I've officially suffered my first running injury (snicker, snicker). I decided last Thursday to drop my son off at pre-school and head the Y for a quick run before I ran to my daughter's school to volunteer. All of this craziness entailed showering at the Y. Now, the locker room at the Y deserves an entire blog post to itself, so I won't go into detail about that, for now.
After showering on this particular Thursday, I opened my locker (picture top and bottom 1/2 lockers with thick plastic doors) and then dropped something. I bent down to get it and stood right back up and immediately heard the crack of the corner of the locker door on the back of my head. That was not as loud as me yelling a "not-so-family-friendly" word several times. Luckily, I was by myself. Well, assuming that I wasn't going to lose consciousness and assuming that people were not walking to the door to the locker room and turning on their heels upon hearing the crazy lady yelling obscenities. After sitting for a moment and finding a grape sized lump on the back of my head, I proceeded to finish my routine while chatting with the seniors and acting like I didn't want to start crying in pain. Still made it to Meg's school on time and pop two Advil on the way.
Most runners twist something, tweek something, pull something. Not me. I just sustain minor head injuries after showering. And while I know this is not a "true injury", I just thought I would convey a little bit about myself by telling a story that is just so typical for my life and quite possibly the reason I have never been a competitive athlete. Grace is clearly not my middle name.
Following the "locker incident", we had a crazy busy weekend that included skating competitions, school dances, first hockey games and a date night. Woo hoo! And that is when I was reminded of how life can sometimes be a challenge when you are trying to achieve your fitness goals. I was also reminded of how much I love my family and that I'm so excited to run this race with my husband that no matter how busy life can get, it can't keep me from achieving my goal!
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