Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I'm Still Alive!!

Yes... you read the title correctly- I am still alive. I just have not been blogging.

  • Did I get kidnapped by space aliens? No... at least, not that I remember.
  • Did I win a billion dollars and decided to travel the world? I wish.
  • Did I break all my fingers in a freak accident involving an ice cream-maker? Hopefully never.

  • Did I become addicted to a silly game on FaceBook? Um... no comment.
  • Have I been in a funk for a few weeks? YES!

Funky Town
I know why I've been in a funk. In general, it has been a tough few weeks. In addition to not being able to run as often or as far as I like, my dad has suffered another stroke (?). The question mark is there because many of his symptoms are stroke-like... although all the tests come back as negative. He is back in a nursing home, receiving care and physical therapy. He has been depressed and I've been very worried about his health and his frame of mind.

Meanwhile, my return to running since the marathon has been slow and inconsistent due to my heel. I'm slowly getting myself back out there. My foot is still hurting me but I think it is gradually getting better.

I have found that running helps to keep me sane. That is one reason why running is so important to me. Take the ability to run away, throw in some very stressful circumstances and you end up with a slightly funky me.

Expanding My Horizons
One thing I like about me is that I can only allow myself to wallow in my self-induced pits for so long. I've been making myself get out there and get exercise and do the stuff I have always loved to do. I have started bike riding on those days that I would normally run. I don't like it as much as running, but biking has its good side. I have also been working on strengthening those areas that have caused running injuries in the past.

I'm Still Wacky
OK... maybe that is stating the obvious... but here's more proof: Today, as I was perusing through my Runner's World magazine, I found myself wanting to do another marathon! What?! I vowed to never do another one of those. Here I am, though, thinking I could do it again. I want to. And I want to do it better, faster, and without injuries! See? Nuts!

I have SO much catching up to do! I apologize for not keeping up with you, my Running Blogger Friends, as much as I have wanted to. I've missed the running blogger community! I'll be spending time catching up with what has been going on with all of you!

And now, I'm off to bed. I've got to get up early tomorrow to hit the gym. Good-night, you all!


Lisa Slow-n-Steady said...

welcome back!!

The Happy Runner said...

Yes, welcome back.

Sorry about your dad and about your funk. Whenever I haven't been able to run, I've shaken it up with lots of cross training, especially workouts like those from Jillian Michaels. They always help me!

Sarah Jane said...

Happy to hear from you! Sending you best funk-removal wishes, from a fellow manic-depressive workouter. :)

Mel -Tall Mom on the Run said...

Yippee!! I have missed you my Bloogy friend. Depression and injuries, that would be a funk difficult to escape.

Funny I told myself I would never run another Marathon too...I think it is like child birth you forget the pain.

Sorry about your Dad..

Welcome back :)

Irene said...

You were missed!

It sounds like there's been a lot going on with your dad, and that's quite understandable why you've been out of the blogging loop. I hope he will be OK.

The one thing I can advise on with the post marathon blues is to just get back on the road and sign up for some shorter races, like a 5k, just to keep the momentum going. It feels good to be in the company of other runners. It's a good mental boost just to see everyone out there, and let's not forget a bout the endorphins you get from running. :) I've done two 5ks since the marathon and am looking to do another shortly.

Take care!

Irene said...

The bike riding is great!

Get your foot checked out!

Patrick said...

OK- I have already called the California Highway patrol and told them to call of the search for ya! I was getting worried. I just messaged Melanie asking her about you.

Glad to hear you're alive and well.. Sorry to hear about your dad. My dad had a stroke a little while back so I know it's hard and frustrating-- hang in there!

MCM Mama said...

Sorry to hear about your dad!

Hope you start feeling better soon. Not being able to run would be a big problem for me, as it really is my anti-depressant.

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Bonnie said...

Best wishes to you Sara - I will keep you and your family in my prayers. Rough times are no fun - especially during the beautiful summer!! i would love to get together sometime :)

Anonymous said...

So good to hear from you. Sounds like you have a good amount of things to deal with and it's hard when you even can't run to let it all out. Biking isn't so great, but it's better then nothing at all. Take care of your foot and I hope you'll be back running soon again. Btw, really awesome you want to run another marathon - and you WILL!

Melanie Tait (Mel Tries to Run) said...

Hi there Sara,

I'm so sorry to hear you've been having a rough time. I understand that completely and if you ever need to chat to a buddy who doesn't know all the ins and outs, you know where I am!

I'm sorry to hear about your dad too. My Dad had a stroke about twenty years ago and he's fully recovered. I know you're Dad is older, but there's totally stuff they can do nowadays...

Glad you're back. Can't wait to read your adventures.

And I KNOW you'll run another marathon. I knew that from when you posted about your other one and the smile on your face at the finish line :)

AKA Alice said...

FB is a very dangerous time suck. I shudder to think how it will affect my life when school starts again.

Sorry to hear about your dad.

You sure you don't wanna do some 1/2 marathons before you sign up for another full?

Hang in there with the foot. Mines getting better. Strengthening the calf and hip seem to be working. (with the foot? who knew?)