Trying to get back to a regular routine

Friday, February 12, 2010

I was in the Boston area all of last week and flew home while Snow-mageddon hammered the DC area.  We flew right over top of the snow storm and the cloud tops below the plane were a very eerie blue color.  The snow from the big one that hit the week before I went to Boston is finally gone here and now it looks like more is on the way today and tonight.  The radar loop looks scary.

I came back from Boston with a cold and that’s made it tough to get back into my regular routine.  I’ve managed to get some work done and I’ve been able to get in a good bit of running and elliptical time, doing my usual 13 mile loop in the morning and 60 minutes on the elliptical in the evening (my junk TV time!). 

I didn’t get a long run in on Wednesday this week because of my cold but I managed to run a little bit over 25 miles this morning, but that resulted in about 20 minutes of coughing afterward so maybe I should have been more conservative.  Oh well.  I’m thinking that I’ll become well-acquainted with my yaktrax again starting tomorrow, so I was thinking it would be a good idea to get in as many miles as I could tolerate today. 

Another item on my ”normal routine” that’s been neglected for the past two weeks is weight training and core work.  I got in zero while in Boston because I was so busy and because it would require about a two mile trek to the gym at night in the wind and cold and dark.  I got home and was feeling so puky with this cold that it was easy to blow it off for a few more days!  So, alas, now I’m slack.  I have a HUGE lazy streak, too, so it’s going to take a LOT of momentum to get back on a regular routine with that.  I might start tonight … but, then again, I may not.

I had a six month doctor’s visit yesterday.  Well, I had it on my calendar for today, but found out from the automated reminder service that it was Thursday.  Of course, I told Bob that the doctor’s office must be wrong, but when I scrounged up the appointment card, I was wrong.  I have scheduled flights for the wrong days (and the wrong week, too) and I almost missed a conference (which will go unnamed here lest the organizers of said conference might read this) because I had it written on my calendar wrong and found out the day before I was really supposed to leave when someone called to find out what time I was arriving the next day (this one was actually years ago).  Oops. 

Okay, so I’m not the most organized calendar-keeper.  It drives Bob crazy!  Where are you racing next week?  I don’t remember which race it is.  Where are you staying?  I’m not sure.  Who is picking up the elite athletes at the airport?  I don’t know yet.  So, even though I might be tempted to get annoyed when he asks multiple times that I check and double-check things, I just do it. 

Well, back to the doctor’s appointment, which is where I started before that tangent.  After being up in the 100 plus mile weeks for some time now, it occurred to me on the drive to my appointment that I wasn’t sure about my weight.  I don’t weigh myself with any regularity - it just never occurs to me to do that.  We actually own a scale now.  When Bob and I got married, I didn’t own a scale or a TV.  He was kind of amazed by that, me being a girl and all.  But, you know, I grew up with brothers. 

So, I’m driving down the road drinking the coffee I wasn’t supposed to be having before “fasting” labs (but, I had awakened with a little bit of a low blood sugar and had to take care of that, so I figured that since I had screwed that up and my head hurt from my sinus stuff, I might as well have some coffee too) and out of nowhere I thought, I wonder how much I weigh.  When running a lot, it’s sometimes hard to eat enough to keep my weight up.  It’s no problem when I’m not running much - I can become a fat toady very fast!  So, long-story-short, I obssessed over this until I stepped on the scale - 112.6 pounds.  Alright!  Normal.  Not up, not down. 

Okay, so that’s pretty much the update here.  I now need to go load up the wood pile for the woodstove before the snow starts falling. 

Happy trails … via yak-trax I guess,

Missy