Training for Tuesday: Riding the Injury Train (and a Call for Help!)

Average monthly mileage in 2015: 93 miles

January 2016: 118 miles

February 2016: 136 miles

March 2016: 77 miles

April 2016: 3 miles

Yes, friends, I ran THREE miles in the entire month of April. And three more miles than I really expected to run, to be honest. You may not know this since I've been so secretive about it, but...I injured my foot in March. This is only the 3rd time in my 5-year running career that I've had a serious injury, which is pretty good by some standards, but the 3rd time was most definitely not the charm in this case. With the other two, I took some time off (7 weeks for shin splints in 2012, 2.5 weeks for piriformis syndrome in 2013), and although I had to ease back in when I did start running again, I more or less picked up where I had left off with no problems.

The Month of May

as told by my iPhone
(from left to right)

  • We packed up all our stuff and moved! Two Sundays ago I drove our car and Ben drove the giant 26' Uhaul (that we got even though we only reserved a 15') from Blacksburg to Washington, DC! 
  • We ate &Pizza on our building's roof the first night there.
  • And then we drove back to Blacksburg the next day because oh surprise, actually my last presentation was on Tuesday (I was originally supposed to be done Saturday, hence the move on Sunday) and I still had work to do for it so I worked while Ben drove.
  • That night was our last night in Blacksburg, which I didn't realize until we were out playing pool and having beer with one of our friends, and then I cried on the way back to spend our last night in our apartment.
  • We took a moving selfie in our backyard (we also have "We're moving here!" and "We just moved here!" selfies in the same spot) and then left for DC again, for real this time.
  • And when we arrived at 11pm someone was parked in our parking spot.
  • It was really rainy and gross our first day there, but our view from our balcony (if you stick your head out and crane your neck around, anyway) is still pretty.
  • So technically school ended like 2 days after I moved, and graduation was still another couple days away but I wasn't walking so checked to make sure I actually graduated...and I'm still not 100% because my diploma hasn't come in the mail yet, but my degree status online says "Awarded" so I think that means yes.
  • I was in DC for a whole 36 hours before leaving again, this time to go home to the beach. My parents took me to my favorite restaurant (also where Ben and I had our reception) that's right on the ocean, so I got to go put my toes in the sand (for probably the last time for a while). 
  • And then my dad and I went to Waffle House at 5am for breakfast before our big century ride.
  • I rode my bike for 100 miles and a lot of the scenery was fields, fields, and more fields. 
  • And I forgot sunscreen so this is what I looked like after 7 hours on the bike.
  • Then I came back to DC the day before my first day of work, so Ben and I walked downtown to my office so I could practice my commute.
  • I ran! Actually I've run 4 times in the last week and a half (up from 2 times total in the 8 weeks prior), but last weekend was my first real run where I actually a) went outside and b) left my neighborhood. I ran a rainy 4 miles to and from the National Mall, which is crazy that that's a thing I can just do now. My foot still isn't back to normal, but it's normal enough that I can run on it a little bit!

IMNC Training - 5 Months Out

It's been weeks since I posted any kind of workout update and 3 months since my last Ironman-specific update. I've made it no secret that the past few months have been the busiest and hardest I've ever endured, so hopefully that explains some of why these have been absent.

When I last updated, I hadn't swam at all yet, my cycling was going fine if not a little lax, and I was super on top of my running.

Oh, how times have changed. 

How to House Hunt for Your 6th Home Together

Ben and I have been together for ten years this month, and over the last decade we've lived in five different places. We've rented four, purchased one. We've lived in three different cities in two different states. We've had apartments, condos, and townhomes. We've had as few as 725 square feet and as much as 1800. We've shared a bathroom, and we've had our own bathroom with an extra to spare. With each move we've gotten a little better at figuring out what works for us and what doesn't, so by the time we went searching for a new place in DC, it seemed like we had the whole house-hunting thing down pat.

Or so we thought.

The Good.

"Congratulations!" they say.

"You must be so excited to be done!" they say.

"Good luck with your move!" they say.

And I say, "Thank you," with a half forced, half sincere smile. Because they don't know that I got 3 hours of sleep before presenting my senior design project at 7:45am (on a Saturday!). They don't know that I feel like I'm losing my self and my identity because I can't work out my frustrations by pounding pavement. They don't know that I cried today driving through town because it's all happening so fast and I didn't even really get a chance to say goodbye. They don't know that I haven't been on a regular schedule or had a normal weekend in months, or the toll that's taken on my physical and emotional well-being. They don't know that my mind is flooded with, among a million other things, worries about not getting to study for and take the professional exam I wanted to take before graduation, or not liking my new job or my new city, or not being able to properly train for my longest endurance event ever that's happening on Saturday.