Making Deals

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Hope everyone had/is having a great holiday, full of friends, family - and fun new triathlon gadgets.

My Christmas was full of many wonderful moments - and one unexpected "gift."

Christmas morning, I decided to go for a run. I was actually looking forward to it - and was planning on fitting in 8-9 miles. The weather was the best it had been in days and I felt pretty good - cleansing away some of the extra calories, while making room for more. I was averaging a decent pace for me, while still keeping it easy. Everything seemed great.

Around mile 3, I stopped briefly to take off my sweatshirt. When I started running again, I soon noticed that something felt "cranky" in my foot. I slowed down a little, thinking it was an ache that I could work through. Instead, it worsened and I found myself resorting to some gimpy looking gait. The first loop of my planned route was ending and I walked a bit. My foot was really hurting now and when I tried a few steps to begin the second loop, I knew it would not be a good idea to continue.

The whole thing was so weird, because nothing precipitated the pain. I hadn't twisted my foot, hit a pothole, anything. The only symptom I noticed was that the pain was pretty much in the same place where, about 15 years ago, I had rolled my left foot in a pair of clogs and broke a metatarsal bone.

My family was very sweet and helped me ice my foot and keep it elevated. They took over a few dog walks as I hobbled around.

Sometimes, with the right combination of ibuprofen and wine, my foot would feel better and I'd start thinking the injury was a fluke. Then a few hours later, the pain would return. I made deals with myself and the triathlon gods. I promise to rest my foot for a week or so if this isn't a stress fracture. I promise to complain less about running if this isn't a stress fracture. I promise to....

Of course I am self diagnosing right now, based upon what I've heard from others and what I've read on the internet. At this point, I would be surprised (and very, very happy) if it wasn't a stress fracture. I am going to schedule an appointment with the doctor sometime this week.

In the meantime, no running. Though I can't imagine how people are able to run on a stress fracture. On Friday, I pounded out a decent two mile swim and worked out some frustration. (BTW - pushing off the wall with one leg leads to a sore glute). At this point, I think (hope) I'll be able to swim and bike when Lake Placid training begins next month (please?). And I will be good. I will let the injury heal, even if it means no Shamrock and more walking at Placid.

Much thanks to all my friends and family who've sent positive healing wishes and advice. Especially those of you who've been through stress fractures yourselves.

And now - I am off to try on my bike shoes and attempt a ride on my trainer...

Keeping my fingers crossed.

Favorite Gifts

Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!

For the past few years, one person or another in my immediate family has suggested scaling back for Christmas, celebrating more simply. But it has yet to really happen. A special present one year, a good year financially the next, the plans are usually thwarted before the Christmas trees are decorated. This year was no different.

But my favorite Christmas presents this year were not the most expensive ones (though I did love them, too).

Given how well I’ve treated myself during this Ironman year, between race fees and new equipment, I told my husband not to worry about me for Christmas, except for one thing. Something I didn’t even realize I wanted/needed this year until we put up the tree and I noticed the many different wire fox terrier ornaments we’d collected over the years – but alas, no bichons! I couldn’t believe it – Fezzy has been with us over a year and we did not have one ornament for him. Maybe it was because he was a surprise around Christmas time last year. Or maybe it was because we decided to not put up a tree last December.

And so, my husband listened. A week or so before Christmas, there was a package waiting on the stoop with two adorable bichon ornaments. Our tree seems much more complete and pretty with these latest additions.

On Christmas Eve, my brother and sister-in-law gave my husband and me a beautiful glass ornament honoring our sweet Wesley who crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge in May 2006. Between the hand-painted picture capturing Wesley’s spunky eyes and cute face – and a “forever in our hearts” message – I think I teared up for about 10 minutes. They also gave an ornament to my mom and dad for Shelby, another fox terrier that shared our home and memories.

Then, Christmas Day, the hubby and I were to be traveling I95 while most folks would still be celebrating. My crazy and wonderful family rushed around to squeeze in one more get together before the road trip back to Virginia. And in the midst of a quick meal and packing the car, my brother and sister-in-law gave us another thoughtful surprise - a frame with Fezzy and Buttercup’s pawprints pressed carefully on one side – and room for a special picture on the other. I’m already debating where to display it (after I figure out which pictures to use)!

Presents that remind me of my furkids – what could be better?