Posts Tagged ‘E.o.t.T.’


E.o.t.T.: This… and Fail

December 14, 2014

“It is funny how when you have autoimmune diseases your normal is the equivalent of someone else’s awful. Which is okay because they shouldn’t have to feel the pain we do or understand it. We wouldn’t wish this pain on anybody.”

Exactly. This. But like my rheumatologist said, “The good thing about running in the cold is that everyone’s joints will ache and you can tell them that this is what you run with every day!”

So I ran a 5K Jingle Bell Run for Arthritis this morning and what a fail.

Let me back up. I had my personal best time at the 5K I ran for Making Strides Against Breast Cancer. Thought things would just transition right to training for the next race in 8 weeks. Didn’t exactly happen that way. We lost time for one thing or another. Oh, yeah, two incidences of tonsillitis in the month of November. Now I remember.

I remember the first time I tried running a 5K with the Chief walking Crook and Heddie and meeting me back at the car. Not bueno. 35:27 or something like that. 3 minutes slower than my new record. And … I had to walk some. Ugh.

About 10 days ago I developed intense pain in my left hand. Gripping the steering wheel or the bar at the gym made me want to jump out of my skin. And the residual burning pain… for the birds! I knew it wasn’t the bone so I also knew if I went to a clinic and they saw nothing on x-rays, I would be going to an orthopedist anyway. I just went right to the ortho. And yup, bones looked great. “Are you sure it is not numb or tingling?” “Yup. No tingling. Pain and burning.” So the PA went out to consult with the doctor. “She’s describing… Is it possible?….” then loudly from the doctor, “I don’t see why not. It’s entirely possible.”

“So, anatomically hands and feet are the same. Have you ever heard of a neuroma?” I had. My mother had them. In her feet. We’re talking about my hand. “What you’re describing is like that and I checked with Doctor So-and-so to see if he agreed and it is entirely possible that you have a neuroma in your hand.”

Seriously? Can I be any more of a medical freak?

6 days of prednisone to see if we couldn’t get the inflammation under control and no heavy lifting for 1 to 2 weeks. Oh, and don’t make a fist when running (my middle finger presses right on the spot when I make a fist). At first I wasn’t going to take the steroids because I really didn’t have a lot of pain at the appointment. The following morning I was driving the girls to school because I was subbing and I just barely touched the steering wheel and @#$%^&.

T1: Hey, Mom. Don’t use that hand in school. You might say something.

T2: Yeah. You might embarrass me.

Me: Thanks for your concern. Feeling the love.

I took the meds as soon as I got home from the job.

6 days seemed to only barely take the edge off. Of course I still tried benching (less weight though). I thought I’d feel like Wonder Woman like I did back when I took a short course of prednisone when we didn’t know I had PsA. Nope. I was so messed up and exhausted. Not a good week. I did manage to get in a full 5K but I didn’t time it to see where I was at–I was just wanting to get a full 5K in a week before the race. My sprints weren’t bad but I was running into the wind.

The pain is gradually becoming less and less so hopefully I can avoid a cortisone shot. Just the thought of that sends me into an anxiety attack.

Back to the race. I partied the day before. Sodas, caffeine, cookies, whoopie pies, chicken salad, etc. When we came home, I was a little hungry but didn’t eat anything. I couldn’t unwind at all and tossed and turned and finally took a third of a sleeping pill. 7 a.m. came way too early. Should have known when the cold wasn’t making me do the pee-pee dance that I was dehydrated. By mile 1 I was feeling queasy. My blood sugar was dropping fast. I needed more protein last night and perhaps this morning. After the race I was shaking for quite a while as I waiting for the watered down hot chocolate and the delicious scone the Chief and the girls brought me to take effect. Even later at church a friend remarked that I looked pale and puny.

The only thing in my defense is that for an arthritis run, there were way too many hills and there is a feeling amongst even the fastest runners the course was a bit longer than a 5K. I was psyched out by the course–I wish I had been mentally prepared. I couldn’t help it. I had to walk and that is the kiss of death because it hurts so much more to start back up. Everyone is congratulating me for finishing but it doesn’t feel like finishing if I had to walk portions.

Worst time results ever. 😦

P.S. Due to the tonsillitis, I am looking forward to possibly having a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy. Yeah me.


E.o.t.T.: Making Strides Against Breast Cancer 2014

October 13, 2014
This is the shirt I bought at Wal-Mart to wear on the days my mom has chemo. A portion of the proceeds went to the National Breast Cancer Research Foundation.

This is the shirt I bought at Wal-Mart to wear on the days my mom has chemo. A portion of the proceeds went to the National Breast Cancer Research Foundation.

Once again, Team E.o.t.T joined together to Make Strides Against Breast Cancer in honor of my mother, my aunt and their cousin–all survivors. My daughters, my mother, MIL, future SIL, her mother, scout and church friends all got together this past Sunday for the 5K walk. The Chief and the husbands of two of our walkers all cheered at the finish line. The BIL walked this year with the mothers to help them along the hilly course.

Thursday night my throat started hurting. I should have known… during my last sprint training runs (about 350 feet x 8) I said to my trainer, and I quote, “I feel like poo.” By Friday morning my tonsils were the size of golf balls. I good feat because I have enlarged tonsils to begin with. Everything ached. And yes, clinic doctor, I know when my body is running a low-grade fever even if my temp is hovering at 98. 😛 My quick strep was negative but given my suppressed immune system and the fact I had been subbing in the elementary schools I was given some antibiotics and lidocaine throat gargle and sent on my way.

I spent the rest of Friday in bed, only getting up to go to the chiropractor for my pre-race adjustment. Oh man did it hurt, I mean really hurt, as he fixed my subluxations. See? Told you I had a fever. The Chief even took T1 to her first home coming football game in the rain. I’m bummed to have missed it even if it was raining. 😦 Saturday I was up and out on the soccer fields for back to back games in the drizzle with the throat still a little sore. I stayed low-key the rest of the day in the hopes of feeling better for Sunday but I did help T1 get ready for the dance and dropped her off at her friends.

One of my teammates, much younger (by like 15 years), started the course well before I did and she ran and was the first finisher. If you remember last year, I was the 1 and only runner. I started the race more officially this year–actually hitting the stopwatch on my phone and running from the start–but about 5 minutes after her. I was the second to cross the finish line (about 12 minutes after her). When I hit stop on my phone I couldn’t believe it–a new Personal Best Record of 32 minutes, 37 seconds! I hadn’t even had a 33 minute time since a training run back before my 5K in May. I was totally stoked! Wow. Take that tonsillitis! Also, I didn’t get lost this year! Yeah for a better sense of direction … even though most of the participants missed the last turn (poorly marked).

There were a couple of more runners this year, including my scout teammate. They had the stragglers take a few short cuts to have the event end at a reasonable time–my mother was one of the short-cutters, but hey, she’s allowed.

This race also marks my third and final 5K for the Nerd Herd 2014 Virtual Race Series. The participants run or walk races (all at once or cumulative) on their honor, send in their times, and receive really cool medals. Proceeds benefit Stupid Cancer. My first race was the Marine Corps Historic Half 5K, an on my own 1 + 2.1 the week I was at summer camp, and this 5K on Sunday.

Quest Completer, Revenge of the 5th, Lord of the Bling, and The Rebellion Begins image from The Nerd Herd)

Quest Completer, Revenge of the 5th, Lord of the Bling, and The Rebellion Begins (image from The Nerd Herd)

I really feel like I accomplished something(s) for a good cause and I’ve definitely improved (even if I haven’t lost a single pound).

Next race and new goal: Arthritis Foundation Jingle Bell 5K Walk/Run in December and I will beat my time by 37 seconds. One week of rest and then 7 weeks of training. I’m expecting this to be the flattest course I’ve run so I’ve got a shot.

Pssst! You can still make a donation for Team E.o.t.T. … just go to the Making Strides hyperlink above and search for Team E.o.t.T. … Come on, you know you want to congratulation me on my new PBR!


Writing Workshop: Oct. 2

October 2, 2014

2.) What were you blogging about last year at this time? How have things changed?

One year ago today… I was writing about the closing of USMMA. I was preparing for and ran in my first 5K at a Making Strides Against Breast Cancer event. I gave my opinion about the Captain Phillips movie. I had a snarky Friday about my overwhelming schedule. And I ended the month writing about being replaced as favorite daughter-in-law.

USMMA has reopened and their football season has gone uninterrupted this year. Too bad we lost the Secretary’s Cup game to the Coasties. Oh well.

I just ran a 5k today in preparation for this year’s Making Strides. My time was about the same. It was brutal. What today showed me is that even if I am not feeling my best (real achy today) I can still bang out 3.1 miles and not give up. I have to run 5K on Monday and then taper down till the race on the 12th. P.S. If you’d like to sponsor me, send me a message and I’ll tell you which team to make a donation to.

I still haven’t seen Captain Phillips but on the flight to Hawai’i the Chief watched it. I preferred to watch Winter’s Tale and another movie I can’t name off the top of my head.

My schedule is just as overwhelming and even more so as I am now subbing twice a week if possible. It is taking some adjusting to both personally and as a family. At least we don’t have the added issues of a crazy team mom or a lousy school team experience to compound things. I just hope I can make it to Nov. 15th without a nervous break down. Nov. 15th is my first no-activity weekend since Aug. 30th. I am sleeping in. Sleeping in and having pancakes.

Being replaced hasn’t been so bad. My BIL finally popped the question and the Girlfriend is now the Fiance. She went with us to Hawai’i. She and I shared a cold. We enjoy the company of the other. In fact, as we were saying good-bye at the airport, I said to her, “You’ve survived two trips and a cold with us.” She replied, “And I still like you!” I gave a knowing grin, “You’re one of my favorite people.” “You’re one of mine too.” (Yes, Mama Kat, I probably do need to write that post about traveling with 13 family members…)

We’ve decided to be bad together–I’m ticking off my MIL by not having a party for the Chief and instead arranged to go on a double date with the BIL and Fiance and she is ticking of the FIL because said double date is to go see Spamalot without the in-laws even though the FIL hinted that they might would like to go. I may be in extra hot water because the Chief has not been to see his mother yet. He’s been home 12 days now… this never happens. But the Fiance and I both get points for insisting that the FIL does not have to go down on Friday night to the time share to just turn around the following morning to pick up the MIL and the Fiance’s mother… we’re big girls and can check ourselves in. Turns out all the elder people were relieved that we “thinking of them and coming up with a solution.” Unfortunately the Chief will be missing the frightening festivities because he has to go to training out of the country and will be gone 9 days. 😦

So much has changed and yet so much hasn’t.

If you’d like to know more about Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop, click on the trophy over there…

Writing Prompts for Oct. 2nd.

1.) September 29th is National Coffee day. How do you like your cup?
2.) What were you blogging about last year at this time? How have things changed?
3.) Your most favorite (or lease favorite) fall fashion trends.
4.) Throwback time! Share an old photo and tell us about it.
5.) List your top favorite things about Fall.


Sunrise & Chill

September 17, 2014


As much as I am loath to getting up early on mornings, I have been enjoying sitting on the porch and watching T1 walk to the bus stop (right below that burst of light) and sitting with T2 for a few minutes before she walks around the corner to meet a friend to walk to their bus stop out of sight.

It seems like just this past week, the sun is rising later and there is a chill in the air first thing in the morning. I personally am enjoying not getting woke up by the crack of dawn (but it is harder to roll out of bed while it is still gray out) and the chill weather means improved E.o.t.T. running. I just can’t run well in temps over 75 degrees. I’m miserable. I’ve had some good runs in the past week and it is a good thing because my 5k race is in 4 weeks and I hadn’t run over 2 miles straight until last Friday.

So T2 did not sit with me this morning. She is mad at me. She walked away early, barely mumbling “I love you” in response. Well, imagine how much madder she’d be if I had made her get out of bed at midnight last night and clean her room like I had asked her to after school instead of just waking her up and laying down the law for the upcoming week if she ever wants to do anything fun ever again. (Extra points for emphasis.)

T1 had to inform me of all the dramatics this morning. “She said you told her she couldn’t even read today at school. She’s being just like I was, isn’t she?”

“First of all, I said no TV and no computer and no made-up language [she spent all day creating] but I said nothing about reading at home or at school. But she has to clean her room [first]. Second, yes, just like you and your hormonal drama and black-and-white fatalism. Good bye, have a nice day!”

Thankfully, T1 is showing me there is a light at the end of the tunnel even though she’s not out of it yet. I just wish T2 could have taken a detour around the tunnel and skipped this phase altogether.

The Chief says there are spelling and grammar errors… but I’m not seeing them. So if you find any other than the one I did fix, let me know.

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