Dawn v2.0

For the iPod app update that stopped the crashing on a reply.

Appreciate it!

Edit: However it doesn’t stop the crashing after posting. Sigh. It’s a start.

It’s looking like the full marathon in November I out. Te steroid shot in the foot hasn’t helped. The pads in the shoe haven’t helped. I did 8 miles yesterday and feel like I died this morning. My knees hurt, my ankles are stiff, my feet hurt.

I’m thinking that the RnR Philly half might be out, too.

Sigh.

Must complete them soon so I can try to get some swim practice in, too.  Haven’t been in the pool - or the gym at all, honestly - since Wednesday’s lesson.  

Still not sure about this marathon thing.  Sigh.  What was I thinking?

Gooey, extra extra cheesy, ham pizza. Really. Want.

Let me tell you a story…

Almost 3 years ago, my live-in boyfriend and I were at the Renaissance Faire in Las Vegas.  We lived in Vegas and I had been to the faire a few times. This was probably his 2nd year to go.

This year, we were there on my 30th birthday.

Those types of places always have psychics.  They’ll read your cards, your palm, whatever.  I’d never had my cards read by a “professional,” just my aunt - and she wouldn’t finish the reading when she saw the death card (and that was back when I was a teenager).

Anyway, I go in, pay my money, sit at the table, and listen to the woman tell me what to do.  Pick my cards.  Ok, no problem.  I pick the cards that drew my hand to them.  She turns them over, looks at them, and proceeds to tell me some interesting things.  We went through 3 or so different sets of cards.

The main points of what she had to tell me:

1 - “You have a new relationship coming.”  I told her that my man wasn’t going to like that much.  She responded that maybe our relationship would change, go to the next level.  Yeah, ok.  Next.

2 - “There’s a big move in your future.  More than 2 states.”  Not that I’m aware of…  Next.

3 - “Your job is killing you.”  Um…who’s isn’t?

4 - One of my chosen cards had been the “death” card.  She said that this wasn’t always what people took it to mean.  It could be a rebirth.

I walked away, figuring it was a good 15 minutes of entertainment and that was it.  My boyfriend wanted to know what she’d said - I gave him a short rundown - I left out some important things I figured would put strange ideas in his head.

That was October 12th, 2008.  Fast forward to the middle of November of the same year.

2 months shy of 8 years, the boyfriend decides that he’s unhappy and that the easiest thing to change is me.  I think he had a midlife crisis.  But, at the same time, I’d always wondered when he’d get tired of me.  Not that I didn’t think I was worth the relationship - but I knew that he’d never been alone.  He went from his ex-wife to me (with an overlap - shhhh) and had had no time alone to figure out what he really wanted.  I’d also always known that he felt his life was more important - his job was more important, his kids were more important (I agreed, here).  I followed him to Vegas when he got a good job out there.  If I had gotten a job somewhere else, he wouldn’t have followed me.  Even after almost 8 years, I wasn’t important enough.

Anyway, we lived in the same house for another month - I had nowhere else in Vegas to go.  I decided that I wanted to be home (with my parents) for Christmas.  I hadn’t been home since we moved to Vegas, and the only way that was going to happen was if I put my 2 week notice in at work and left.  Middle of December 2008.

I left Vegas 4 years to the day that I moved there.  Not intentional, just the way it worked out.

I went back to Lubbock, had Christmas with the family.  Little did I know that would be the last Christmas we’d have my grandmother.

I came to Houston in mid January to interview for a couple of jobs.  My dad was working and living here and, after they sold the house in Lubbock, my mom and grandmother were going to move to Houston.  While I was in Houston, Grandma was admitted to the ICU.  After I got back, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer and died on January 21, 2009.

I got a call with a job offer as I was getting ready to go to the funeral home for the viewing.  It was actually a very productive interview trip.  3 interviews, 3 offers.  The day after Grandma’s funeral, I called and accepted the higher paying offer.

I was set to start work February 16th.  I came down the 11th to do my drug test and paperwork and such.  Between the 11th and 13th, I spent time driving around Houston, taking pictures of things, just trying to be.

My dad called about lunch time on Friday the 13th asking where I was.  He said he was already back at the apartment we were going to share and that he’d been fired.  That night, he packed up the little he was taking back to Lubbock with him and left the next day.

3 days after moving to Houston, I was alone.  I knew nobody.  I wasn’t even sure I knew how to get to work.  Thank god for GPS.  I didn’t even have my dog.  He was with my mom.

In April, I changed apartments, picked up the dog and brought him back to Houston with me.  A couple of months later, the house in Lubbock sold and my parents moved down here, suddenly having 3 adults, a large dog, and 6 turtles in a 2 bedroom apartment.

After 6 months or so of absolutely hating my life and my attitude, I talked to my doctor about antidepressants.  

I’m coming up on my 2 year Celexa-land anniversary.  The dose has changed a few times since I started taking it.  I’ve gone back to school.  I started running.  I did a few 5K’s, a 10K, and 3 half marathons (with 2 more on the schedule).  I’m training for a full marathon, crossfitting, and learning how to swim.

The psychic was right.  I had a new relationship coming.  Mine and Andy’s relationship definitely changed, but I also developed a new relationship with myself.  I moved more than 2 states away from Vegas.  I’m working on getting a job in a field I’m much more interested in and feel like I should be in.

And there was most definitely a rebirth of myself.  A rebirth into a completely independent woman.  And an athlete.  

I’m not the same woman I was even 3 years ago.  

This is Dawn, version 2.0.

Found it!!

Can’t even find my account settings.  

I found the preferences, but don’t see the option to change it.

I’s not the most computer literate person.  Help?  Please?

suzedoeslife:

So far I know of:

• twotwentyeight
• dietmortik0
• nourritureetfleurs
• frombridgettocarrie
• runsweetrun
• dawnsworld
• ithoughttheysaidrum

Am I missing anyone? Guys, send me your email addresses so I can maybe set up a Fitblr meet before/after this!

At this point I’m not even sure about the half marathons in September or October.

I went to the gym and hit the pool.  First swim lesson was Thursday, next one is tomorrow.  I managed, over the course of about 35 minutes, 5 laps in the pool.  I only got about a quarter to half length per attempt, but, when I consider that last week I couldn’t even think of doing that, it’s great!

Changed clothes and hit the treadmill.  It was supposed to be an 8 mile long run.  I stopped at 4 to massage the neuroma in the left foot and to stretch.  Huge mistake.  Never should have stopped, despite the irritated foot.  Just couldn’t get started again.

If I can’t even get though 5 miles with this foot, how am I going to finish 26.2 in November?  Or even 13.1 in September and October?  Should I even be thinking about trying them?  I’ve done 3 halfs, I know I could do it, but I’m just not sure I still can.

The plan was originally to do the 24 miles.  However, I got there this morning and found out that the numbers on the website were last years routes and the 24 was really 26, the 14 was really 19.  So, at mile 3, when I hit the turn off for the 19 mile vs the rest, my legs were already sore.  So, I decided that 19 would be good for my first ride, considering my longest ride to that point was 9 miles.

You can tell the miles that were mostly uphill.  

I do not understand how an out and back route can be uphill both ways!  But it sure seemed like it was.

All in all, there were 170 of us riding this morning.  Came home and took a shower and then a nap.

Tomorrow is an 8 mile run and maybe a swim.

Nothing ate me in the pool.  

Jacqueline didn’t let me drown.

I actually swam!  It wasn’t fast.  And it wasn’t graceful.  But I did it!

Hit crossfit after.  About died.

Went to the podiatrist today about the neuroma in the left foot.  She agreed that yes, that’s what it was, and gave me a nice Depo-Medrol shot in the top of my foot.  THAT is a weird feeling.

On the books for tomorrow?

A 24 mile bike ride for charity.  It benefits the Sean Ashley House.  I have a cousin and an aunt with mental disabilities, so this was a no brainer for a charity to help out.

I’ve never ridden that far, though.  We shall see.  I’m not above deciding that I can’t handle the 24 miles and going for the 14 family ride, though.  I’ll definitely be aiming for 24, though.

Please, whatever higher power is out there, don’t let me drown.

healthiereveryday:

For those who have worked hard today.

I’m proud of you. 

For those who have realized that you must make a change.

I’m proud of you.

For those who failed today but have committed to try harder.

I’m proud of you.

For those of you who are proud of yourselves. 

You have the right to have pride in everything you have accomplished so far.

Had to make a really sucky decision tonight.

I’m going to have to give up the dog.  I just don’t have time with all the training I want to do and work (with a 2 hour round trip commute) and grad classes 2 nights a week.  My parents are starting to complain about having to take care of her more often than I do.  She has no run room.  It’s not fair to any of them.

So, I sent the lady at the sanctuary where I got her an email explaining the situation.

Then I had to get something to eat. 

I really just wanted a huge piece of chocolate cake.

Luckily, we don’t have any cake in the house.  

I settled for some dairy free, mostly soy free chocolate mint icecream and chocolate almond butter.

The decision still sucks, but at least my “supper” didn’t.

The warm up was worse than the WOD!

The warm up was:

4 rounds:  200 meter run, 20 walking lunges, 10 squats, 5 ring dips (I did box dips), 5 box jumps.

At round 3 I thought I was going to pass out, so I called myself warmed up.  Can’t hit the floor before the WOD is started.  Not good publicity for the box.

WOD:

8 minute AMRAP:

8 wall ball shots (16#), 8 burpees

I HATE wall ball shots AND burpees.  So this was the WOD from hell.  It’s not easy hauling 224 pounds up off the ground quickly when you can no longer feel your arms.  I managed 3 rounds.  I suck.  But next time will be better.

On the way home, I stopped by Lifetime Fitness and scheduled my 4 free private swimming lessons.

Lesson #1 tomorrow at 5:15pm.

Kinda scared.