Experiencing the Flying Pig: Runner vs Grunt

This past weekend was the annual Flying Pig marathon here in Cincinnati. Included in the many activities of the weekend are several race options and one can participate in as many of them as they desire, even earn a special medal for doing 3 or 4 of them. I did the 10K on Saturday. My first 10K.

If you’ll remember from my previous post I had hopes that this one would be easier than my first 15K from a little over a month ago. It was but only because it was shorter. I had the goal to train/exercise more in preparation, but that goal never panned out not surprisingly. Life and just plain laziness has gotten in the way of going to the gym. I regretted it to be sure on the day of the race.

I met up with one of my old coworkers for the first few miles. We ran a bit, mostly walked. He took off due to needing to be back at the start/finish line to do the 5K with his grandson. My speed was threatening his bubble of time between the races. I knew he would break off from me at some point though. He literally runs marathons like it’s his job now that he’s retired.

After the race I was definitely sore, but not nearly as sore as I was after the mini-heart 15K. What really wasn’t happy with me were my feet. I chose the wrong socks and the pattern slowly imbedded their weave into the sole of my feet. By the end of the race I had some pretty impressive blisters. All of the professional photos of me during the race I just looked in pain.

With all that being said I accomplished my two goals for the day: I finished the race and I wasn’t dead last.

You’ll notice I didn’t pay the money for the professional photos. I screenshot them, like all cheapskates of the world, and then zoomed in. For those 7 pictures they want $40! If I just wanted 1 picture then it’d be $19! No thank you. I didn’t look so good or athletic in any of these that it warranted laying down that kind of cash not to have a watermark stamped across my face.

The next day on Sunday I was a medical volunteer grunt. My shift was 5am-3pm (or whenever they didn’t need me anymore). I ended up getting downtown at 445am (super painful) and leaving about 1230. Not too terrible.

They had me partnered with an incredibly chipper PA (physician’s assistant) student in one of the medical transport vans. Our job was to go out onto the course and retrieve runners that needed to come back to the main medical tent for whatever reason. Most of our patients’ needs were either due to cramping or dehydration issues. Other vans had fall injuries and the like too. The main challenge was the traffic patterns. We had to figure out creative ways of getting to our patients since they had the normal traffic patterns all disturbed. A lot of the time we just jumped out of the van and ran to our downed runner while the van circled the block to get closer to us. I actually ran more on Sunday than I did on Saturday during my actual race!

Ironically the PA student and I fell into our respective rolls without discussion. She fell right into accessing and intervention while I fell into my normal circulating nurse duties and documented everything while accessing as well. I also automatically absorbed the responsibilities of keeping our supplies up/organized, manning the 2-way radio, and navigating for the van driver.

The entire experience was very fun and very much outside my box. I was very nervous about having to do a code out on the marathon course on someone who wasn’t prepared for it and had a heart attack or something. Luckily that didn’t happen. They didn’t announce a single emergency code on the radio, so as far as I know there wasn’t one at all the whole day.

My thought process during all of my races over the past few years was that I’d eventually work my way up to a full marathon. After volunteering on Sunday I’ve now seen my first full and half marathons. I have to say that from an observer’s standpoint, not a lot of the runners looked like they were having a very fun time after a certain point. I could see the attraction after the fact to be able to say you did it, but during the actual race it did not look the least bit fun. It’s making me second guess the whole thought process. Maybe I’ll just concentrate on improving my 10K time and endurance for now, and continue volunteering the half/full.

I have one more 10K race I’ve already registered for this year, at the beginning of June. It’s the Miles for Migraines 10K. Yet again, my goal is to actually train for it, or at least to work out regularly before it. We’ll see if I actually buckle down this time, maybe improve my time and endurance a bit?

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Two year VSG Anniversary!

This coming week Dad and I will celebrate being two years post-op from our vertical sleeve gastrectomy weight loss surgeries.

Combined we’ve lost about 180 lbs, though neither of us are really paying that close attention to the scale anymore. We’ve both gained a few pounds back from our lightest, but I’m not that terribly upset at that. Statistically WLS patients will gain back about 20% of their loss. I’m below that average thus far. These days I’m paying more attention to how I feel, in my clothes and in my skin. Admittedly, I would like to go back to my lightest weight, of course, but I’m not going to stress myself out about it.

Two years out my 2 big pieces of advice for those at the beginning of the process:

  1. Don’t take your honeymoon period for granted. This is the time period, usually the first 6 months, that you’ll lose the most weight, with minimal effort. You shouldn’t take the minimal effort required for granted. If you don’t change your mindset and actually put in the work, you’ll come to regret it later for sure.
  2. Stemming off the first piece of advice: Change your mindset regarding diet and exercise. You need to actually change your habits long-term. When you get out of your honeymoon phase and actually have to work at your loss, if you haven’t changed your habits and thought processes it’ll make it that much harder.

These are definitely hard won lessons, a do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do moment. Learn from our mistakes.

Below are the obligatory comparison pictures. I’m finding that I’m wanting to dress more girly more often now that I’m smaller, which is a nice change of pace from when I just wanted to hide my body in overlarge men’s t-shirts and jeans.

You may notice Dad is standing more upright in his comparison photos. He just got this rig to wear under his clothes that pull his shoulders back and force him to correct his posture. The first few days he wore it he apparently was too used to looking down at his feet as he walked, and being forced to look forward rather than down made for a couple of potentially painful close call trips/falls. He’s also grown a Santa-esque beard over the winter. I think it started because he was self-conscious about his turkey waddle, the loose skin on his neck from the weight loss. It looks good though. It suits him I think.

The next few weeks/weekends are jam-packed. This coming weekend the Greenberg clan is driving to Buffalo for a cousin’s wedding. While on “vacation” we’re going to be hitting a couple of kids museums and seeing Niagara falls. Next week at some point, when the girls are back in school and we’re still home on “vacation”, the husband and I are going to see the newest Avenger movie. And then the next weekend is the Flying pig 10K I’m running in. I’ve signed up to be a medical volunteer for the half and full marathons on that Sunday too. First time I’ve done something like this. Getting outside my box. Should be interesting. I’ll be doing another blog post the week following all the action to let you guys know how it went. I’m just hoping the 10k doesn’t kick my butt as much as the 15k did. Here’s hoping…

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My First 15K, and my ode to BGSD

Last Sunday I did my first 15K. If you’re thinking about doing the jump from 5k to 15k let me give you one piece of advice: train!

I had signed up with the intentions of using it as a goal in the gym and as motivation to train more regularly. Needless to say I did not. I finished the race, and even finished it under my goal, but then I was in such pain I barely moved from a recumbent position for 2 days. It’s 3 days on and I’m still hobbling around like I left my walker at home, but at least I’m vertical now.

The race was the Mini Heart 15K. You may remember I was also signed up to do the 5K directly afterward with Dad. That was my goal: to finish the 15K in the 3 hours so I was in time to start the 5K with Dad. Well he ended up not doing his race due to knee issues. I finished my race at 2 hours and 38 minutes. After getting my medal, my “free” water and banana I had 10 minutes grace before the 5K was due to start. So, in theory, I could have done it with him. Since I was already regretting the horrible life decision of doing a 15K without any training I opted not to compound the issue and didn’t do the 5K either. If Dad had been there I think I could have managed and pushed through it but he wasn’t and I was already fantasizing of my bed and Tylenol so why torture myself?

As you can see from my stats above I didn’t finish last, though I wasn’t far off. Not sure why my tracking app went crazy and thought I did 19 miles, but you can see where I actually started walking and my average of minutes per mile. Also, take note of that little tail of street we went up and back down. That little tail was someone’s idea of a not-so-hilarious joke I think. “Oh? They’ve been running for 7 miles already? Let’s throw in a super steep hill when they’re already exhausted! That’d be super fun!” Oy vey…

Also, not going to lie. As the minutes ticked by I got more and more pissed off at the tall people! One stride equaled 3 of mine! They’re just casually sauntering down the street while I look like Richard Simmons on crack speed walking.

The only reason I attribute finishing before my goal was because of Bright Green Shirt Dude, and so consider this my ode to BGSD.

As I was nearing the 2 mile mark I noticed my speed was not what it should have been. I was already getting lapped by old dudes pushing strollers. Then I noticed BGSD just ahead of me. He was just jogging away, a steady speed, never slowing or speeding up, just slowly plodding along. He jogged straight for the first 4.5 miles without stopping. I was very impressed. Once I noticed him and his steadfastness I decided to use him as my pace person. As long as he was within eyeshot I was okay. I’d jog for a bit to catch up every now and again, but for the most part I was able to keep up with him the entire time. Near the finish line he pushed ahead and full out ran, losing me in the process. You can see his neon loveliness crossing the finish line off in the distance in the photo above. I had intended on hugging him at the finish line and telling him how he got me through the race, kept me moving and honest, kept me from quitting. He was too far in front of me though and I had no energy left to do a huge last push like he did. So shoutout to the glorious BGSD: you rock and thank you!

Compare my face at the start line to the finish line. At the start line I looked hopeful, although resigned to a not-so-fun task. At the finish line I just look pained. You might also notice the lack of headphones at the finish line. That’s because right after I took my “before” photo I realized that my headphones were dead. With only 10 minutes left I didn’t have enough time to run back to the car and get my other pair so I had to do the whole thing in silence, with the occasional spurt of music from the volunteers’ cars and other runners who were listening to music with just their phones/ no headphones. I didn’t want to be that person to force my music on other people. I tend to exercise to old blues mixed with some newer stuff. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

I’m glad I did it, and super glad and proud that I finished it, but I could have made better decisions surrounding my first 15K.

Lessons learned:

-Train beforehand!

-wear gloves when it’s 45 degrees out and you’re running by the river. My hands were freezing!

-make sure your wireless headphones are charged the night before

– and train beforehand!

Now to apply my newly learned common sense lessons towards preparing for the Flying Pig 10K…

Racing Craziness

So in my last post I mentioned that I’ve registered for a bunch of races already this year. I thought I’d forward the information on them, in case anyone was interested in joining me or cheering me/Dad on, or just donated to the charities the races support.

On March 10th I’ll be “running” in the Mini Heart 15K by myself at 730, and then if I finish in time I’ll be doing the 5K race with my Dad at 1030. If after both of those I’m not completely dead, I might join my coworkers in the 5K walk at 1230. I don’t really see myself finishing the 15K in time to do the 5K with Dad though. 3 hours to do 15k when I haven’t come close to doing that much in one go yet is a hard ask, but we’ll see. I’ve been trying to train to increase my endurance but so far I haven’t really been doing it as fervently as I probably should.

The Mini Heart raises money for heart disease and stroke awareness, education, and research. Due to my Mom’s stroke 6 years ago this race is close to my heart (pun intended!). If you’d like to donate under my team’s name here’s the link: http://www2.heart.org/site/TR?fr_id=4003&pg=personal&px=8898565  When you click on the link it’ll take you to a generic profile page for me/my team. I’ll totally admit I’m too lazy to personalize it with a custom photo and text and such.

On May 4th I’m running the Flying Pig 10k. As of right now Dad isn’t registered for that race yet. He’s debating the 10K with me vs the 5k again. The Flying Pig benefits many charities that you can donate directly to, even if you don’t register to participate or volunteer. Here’s the link for their donation page: https://raceroster.com/events/2019/19341/cincinnati-flying-pig-marathon-weekend-2019/fundraising-organizations   If I had to push you towards any one in particular it would be for Cincinnati Children’s. My girls both were born with congenital hypothyroidism, which basically means they weren’t born with functioning thyroids. Because of this they’ve been frequent flyers at Children’s their entire lives. Plus Phoebe was in their NICU for 10 days after they were born. I can’t say enough nice things about them.

If you’re interested in actually registering or volunteering for the event here’s their main page: http://flyingpigmarathon.com/

Last year Dad and I ran their 5k and even though it was fairly crowded it was very enjoyable, hence why I upped the ante this year. I’m also planning on being a medical volunteer in one of their medical tents, that is once they open the medical volunteer signups.

And last but not least, on June 8th I’m doing the Miles for Migraine 10K. Miles for Migraine is a nonprofit organization with the mission of improving the lives of migraine patients and their families, raising public awareness about headache disorders, and helping find a cure for migraine. As I’ve talked about before, I am a chronic migraine sufferer. It affects my life on a daily basis. I’m usually pretty good at hiding its affects from others, but not always. Not only does this organization work towards research around migraines and potential cures but through raising public awareness they’re working towards decreasing the social stigma that’s often associated with it. Here’s the link if you’d like to donate to their cause: https://raceroster.com/events/2019/21350/miles-for-migraine-cincinnati-2019?aff=TA7EZ

I have few other races I’m thinking about doing later in the year, but I haven’t committed to any as of yet. When and if I do I’ll keep you guys posted!

 

Accountability in the New Year

I started this blog with the original intention of public and personal accountability regarding my weight loss surgery journey, as well as the hope that it might educate at least one person who’s thinking of starting their own journey.

In that vein of accountability I’m sharing my regain struggles. I’ve mentioned in the past that I’ve unfortunately been letting old habits sneak back in. This has especially been true since I hit my personal goal weight last winter, which I was only really at for a hot minute. Slowly but surely I’ve regained back 10-14 lbs, depending on the day.

Not only have I let some old eating habits come back but Dad and I have been severely slacking in going to the gym regularly. There’s not really any valid excuse other than I got lazy and sat on my laurels. I never changed mentally, thinking that I could sneak by eating what I wanted but just in moderation. With food addiction this doesn’t work. Yeah you can only eat 2 cookies instead of your “normal” sleeve of cookies, but if the box is sitting next to you on the couch you’ll slowly make your way through that sleeve without a second thought. It might take an hour or more, but it’ll happen.

Everyone says that the sleeve (vertical sleeve gastrectomy) is only a tool. Tools help but first you have to help yourself. You have to make the mental shift that I actively fought against. I’m not sure why I actively fought against the mental shift needed for long term success, even though I heard from multiple resources, including my surgeon’s office, that you’ll lose the weight initially during the honeymoon phase practically no matter what you do but if you don’t make the mental changes needed then it comes back to bite you in the butt.

Below I included the requisite comparison photo collage. My smallest was 168 but I didn’t get the photo from the 2 minutes I was actually at that weight. The middle picture was from around the time Dad and I did the Flying Pig 5K. We were working out regularly in preparation. Even though the difference is only 10 lbs between then and now there is a noticeably visable difference. What little muscle tone I had is gone. My core strength is diminished so I’m not holding my stomach in as much and not standing up as straight.

Plus you can tell from my facial expression that my body confidence has been affected too. I realize I’m no where near where I started and have come far since the beginning of my journey, but that doesn’t take the feeling away of just feeling gross. The larger tummy roll has affected how my new smaller wardrobe fits. My stamina and strength have decreased. My headaches have increased again. And when you eat junk you just feel junky.

collage 2019-01-02 00_35_281727543587718341680..jpgSo that leads me to my goals in the new year. They’re fairly simple and take me back to basics immediately post-op:

1. Eat more protein, less carbs. Generally more well balanced. Maybe throw more vegetables in here and there for novelty’s sake.

2. Work out at least twice a week, even if Dad flakes out on me.

3. Increase my water intake.

4. Take my vitamins.

5. Start tracking my food again.

6. Start weekly weigh-ins again.

7. Start going to bed at a “normal” time, aka at least by 11-1130 every night during the work week.

8. Avoid complex carbs, aka those yummy addicting sweets. I need to take a page out of my mother-in-law’s book and not even start eating them. I’ve learned that once I start I don’t have the willpower to stop. That first piece of candy out of the snack drawer at work will lead to another 5-6 throughout the day. And it just goes on from there.

I think these are doable goals. Another super challenging goal that I’ve set for myself is that I’ve registered for my first 15K race, followed the same day by another 5K with my Dad. You read that right. By the end of that particular day I will have run 20K, with the potential of 25K if I decide to do the 5K walk after the race with my co-workers. Yes, I realize I’m a little insane, but I find that I’m better if I have a goal to work towards. I have just over 3 months to get myself up to speed, so to speak.

So here’s to the New Year and keeping accountable!

Walk to defeat ALS

This past Sunday I joined in a fundraising walk for the ALS association in honor of one of my lovely coworkers who recently has been diagnosed with ALS/PLS. We were joined by a good amount of people from work and a whole hoard of her family and friends. I’ve included the link below to the walk itself. Obviously you can no longer register to participate, but there is a venue to donate to research to find a cure for ALS if you wish to contribute.  Through the walk they were only able to raise about 70% of their goal.

http://web.alsa.org/site/TR/Walks/CentralandSouthernOhio?pg=entry&fr_id=13208#.W5xEfkHod0U.facebook

Below is an info sheet about ALS specifically, directly from the ALS association. It is a degenerative debilitating disease with no cure and a very unfortunate predictable outcome.  If you aren’t familiar with it and want a mental image, think Stephen Hawking. It affects the body but not the mind, eventually essentially trapping the individual in their own body. Luckily with today’s technology though they still have ways to communicate and have a life somewhat.

What Is ALS Infographic

Amber’s current diagnosis is PLS, or peripheral lateral sclerosis, which is a bit different than ALS. It has many of the same symptoms of ALS, which is why it’s difficult to diagnose one vs the other sometimes. It progresses slower, isn’t necessarily fatal, and doesn’t debilitate 100% as ALS does. Though it affects every individual differently both in severity and progression, it is still a degenerative debilitating disease. From what I understand her doctors are basically just watching her symptom progression. At any point they may switch the diagnosis over to ALS depending on what her body is doing. Of the two sucky diagnoses though PLS is the better of the two evils, so to speak, so keeping our fingers crossed that that switch never happens.

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/primary-lateral-sclerosis/symptoms-causes/syc-20353968

Amber is one of the nicest and most cheerful people I’ve ever met, even in the face of this crappy situation. She’s also one of the best nurses I’ve ever had the privilege to work with. She’s super knowledgeable, absolutely loves what we do, and always willing to help anyone with anything at any moment.

I also have to give a shout out to her awesome fiancé. I don’t think that enough attention is paid to the individuals behind the person with the diagnosis sometimes. Over the summer they did an epic trans-continental road trip vacation, culminating in him proposing in front of the most perfect sunrise over a desert scene. It was gorgeous and very envy worthy. I know that everyone here at work cyber stalked their entire trip, living vicariously through them the entire time. Just from observing from the outside, he’s always there for her in everyway possible, and has been since way before the struggle of getting a diagnosis even began. That’s rare in this day and age and not a thing to take lightly.

The ALS association uses the funds from the walk to help fund research,  but also to help those diagnosed to advocate for themselves and to help provide compassionate competent care, basically to live their best lives for as long as they possibly can. If you feel so inclined please go to the link at the top of this post and donate. Even a little bit goes a long way. If you are unable to donate at this time, please take the information that you learned from this post and pass it along. Maybe that next individual would like to try to make a difference as well. Thank you 🙂

 

Mini Tough Mudder!

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Last weekend, on Labor Day, I completed my first tough mudder. Though this was considered a “mini” tough mudder, not nearly as intense as the officially sanctioned ones. It was a shorter distance at just over 5K, and even though it had more obstacles, they were less difficult for the most part.

I also managed to rope two others into my craziness, one of my oldest friends, Faye, and my brother’s lovely fiancé, April. They were both less than pleased with the adventure I believe. Having never even run a standard 5K before, this was a tough one to start on, no pun intended.

The event itself was Morgan’s Mud Gauntlet. It’s an annual thing at Morgan’s Canoe and Campground in Brookesville, Indiana. If you’re interested in seeing a video of the course I’ve included a link below to the actual site.

https://www.morganscanoe.com/mud-gauntlet/

Included in the 5K-ish course were 40 obstacles, 6 mudpits, and the largest hill to climb up and down in all of creation. Most of the obstacles included various combinations of hay bales, canoes, tires, ropes, etc. There was a fun slide into a deeper watery mud pit. I attempted 38 of these obstacles, successfully did 37 of them, and did all the mud pits. screenshot_20180903-2208343232470142886541569.pngI skipped #35 and #20, though #20 was accidental. We turned the wrong way when getting out of the river and skipped the whole loop on that side, going directly from obstacle 19 to 21. #35 was the reverse of #34, which were both giant climbing walls. I manage to get up and over the first one with only moderately freaking out, but couldn’t bring up the courage, and the confidence in my arm strength, to attempt the second. I’m not sure how many obstacles Faye and April completed. I wasn’t honestly keeping track. I was just super grateful and excited they were there with me, even if it was just to cheer me on as I climbed over/under stuff.

Faye opted out of the gigantic hill at obstacle #11, meeting back up with us at #14. April opted out at #22, meeting back up with us afterward. Faye and I walked/crawled across the finish line at 2 hrs and 17 minutes.

If you’ll notice in the pictures below, my gym shoes died a horrible death. I ended up throwing them away once I got home. About halfway up the monstrous hill the soul of my right shoe decided to come away, so every step I took after that was followed by a lovely flopping noise/feeling. If I had duct-taped my shoes on like all the sites suggested this may not have happened, but I probably still would have thrown them away anyway. They had gained probably at least a pound each with just the sheer amount of water and mud. These were my yardwork shoes though, and were at least 8 years old, so they’ve lived a good long life.

As part of the registration fee we received a long sleeve, black commemorative shirt (very useful in 90 degree heat), a finisher’s medal, a “free” meal of pulled pork/beer, and “free” camping the night before onsite. The pork was super yummy. Out of the more than 400 participants not that many took advantage of the camping option. We, of course, did. We came the day before, set up camp, and then went exploring!

Another benefit of being a participant is that we could have gotten half off canoeing if we had wanted to. We opted not to, not wanting to mostly kill ourselves before completely killing ourselves the next day. Instead we wondered to the nearby town of Metamora. April and I went horseback riding, then we meandered around the kitschy little town for a bit, and ate dinner at a little English themed pub/tavern. Afterward we went back to camp for campfire and alcohol induced fun.

This was the first time since losing the weight that I’ve been horseback riding. I’m pretty sure I’ve commented on the lack of cushioning on my posterior now. 5 days later and that’s the only part that is still hurting some. My “undercarriage” didn’t appreciate the hour in the hard saddle. No matter which way I shifted I just couldn’t get comfortable. I did come ahead of April though. Her horse ran her straight through a large tree branch causing a long scrape up her upper arm.

We were at campsite #14, which was right next to the river. If you look at the race map we could see obstacle #23 from our tent.  Though it was cool to be able to walk down to the water, I will say that navigating a sand-filled campsite isn’t the funnest thing in the world.

5 days later I’m just now not feeling sore. Even with that I would not hesitate to do this again next year. It was a blast! I got such a sense of accomplishment from completing the obstacles. At my fluffiest I probably wouldn’t have even attempted them, psyching myself out. I never would have even seen if I could do them, thinking I was to fat to even try. Now the only issue I ran into was my height. Being on the shorter side made some of the obstacles harder, and made the monkey bars literally impossible. I couldn’t reach the damn second bar!

I’m probably going to have to find other accomplices next time though. I don’t think Faye and April will be willing to join in again. I can’t imagine how sore they probably were. I have a year and a half of working out 3 days a week under my belt and was still walking like a little old lady needing her walker.

It was such a fun weekend though. I had such a blast! Thanks again to Faye and April for joining me!

Springdale 5K Color Run!

This is weekend my girls and I ran/walked a 5K to benefit their elementary school. I didn’t have very high hopes in regards to how well they’d do or how far they’d go. Phoebe surprised me. She kept Pace with me for the majority of the time and said afterwards that she had fun! Zoe lived up to my expectations however. She only did 2 laps out of 5 with a break in-between them. She mostly sat with my husband and complained, pretty par for the course.

Even with two 6 year olds our finish time was still 57 minutes, so still better than the average of the 5Ks I’ve walked with Dad.

The color run aspect was fun. Volunteers chucked colored powder and water at us as we ran by. It eventually soaked through everything, staining our skin and skivvies underneath. I had to literally get in the shower with the girls and scrub them down with vigor to get it all off. About 10 minutes after the race ended the sky unzipped and a monsoon ensued. Of course I let the girls play in the rain when we got home since we were already all a mess. I wonder if we hadn’t gotten wet after if the color would have stained our skin so bad.

And now for the picture overload 🙂

Flying Pig 5K!

This past weekend in Cincinnati was the annual Flying Pig Marathon. It takes over the downtown and surrounding areas for the whole weekend. There’s a 5K, 10K, half marathon, full marathon, kids run, pigability run (for those with disabilities), and flying fur run. There’s concerts, food, family fun fair, health expo, and more. It’s a whole thing. This time around though Dad and I just did the 5K.

When you sign up you have to specify if you’re a walker or runner and also what your estimated finish time is. They use this info to assign you to a corral at the start line with others of similar athletic prowess. They also did a stagger start at the start line. Each corral had 2 minutes until the next one was released. We were in corral G, second to last. The goal was to reach a 16 minute mile pace. They don’t time you out, but if you’re slower than that then they kind of shoo you over to the sidewalk as the reopen the roads behind you in the downtown stretch of the course.

Apparently before the race Dad and I inadvertently switched our assigned bibs, so the gender/age stats aren’t accurate on our official results, but the end times are at least. This was the first 5K that I’ve actually attempted to run. I finished in 44 minutes. Dad finished in 1 hr 2 minutes. The finisher’s medals are super cute! They have some heft to them too. They’re a lot heavier than I would have thought.

During the course of the race they had a couple of spots where they were handing out free food/ water. The free food consisted of pretzel rods and candy orange slices. Weird choices I thought. Two things that would make you super thirsty with no chance of water in sight.

The entire experience was super fun! I think we’ll make it an annual tradition of ours. I’m thinking next year I’ll also volunteer to part of the medical tent for the other races. Maybe even next year I’ll work my way up to the 10K. We’ll see…

Friday and Saturday they had an expo at the convention center where they had a crap ton of venders related to the pig, running, and fitness in general. As you can see from the above pics I bought some pig swag. I’ve gotten into the habit of theming myself for our races. I do themed leggings for the gym for holidays as well. It’s become a bit of an addiction. There are worse things though to be addicted to I think. I also bought Dad and myself hanging placards for our medals since they’re starting to accumulate a little bit.

So what does the future currently hold? My 6 year old twins and I are running a Color Run 5K to benefit their school on May 19th. Then I have nothing planned until Labor Day where I’m doing the Mud Gauntlet 5K. I think I need to find something for during the summer. There’s a big gap in there 🙂 Any suggestions for a good one around July 4th maybe?

 

 

 

One year Surgiversary!

2 weeks ago Dad and I celebrated our one year surgiversary, or rather surgery anniversary.

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At Dad’s appointment the doc told him how proud he was of him, of us. That he was very pleased with his results and wants him to continue what he’s been doing basically. He’s happy with where he’s landed weight wise, though I know Dad would like to lose another 5+ lbs to break even at 200 lbs. A year later Dad is completely off his diabetes meds and now is strictly diet controlled, his renal doc has upgraded his kidney failure since his labs continue to improve, and his primary has talked about reducing or removing some of his blood pressure meds.

6 or 7 years ago an ortho doc told Dad that he’d need a total knee in 5 years. Well, he’s decided that’s his next step after the rest of the changes in his life stabilize a little bit. He’s currently retiring from one job, starting a part time job somewhere else, selling his condo, selling my childhood home that he’s been renting out, and buying a home out by us. I’m exhausted just typing all that!

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Numbers wise, a year out Dad has lost 75 lbs and 43 inches total (extremity measurements are right side only).

At my appointment the doc told me he was proud of us again. That he was very happy we had each other to support each other, which I agree with. I don’t think either of us would have done half as good or stay nearly as motivated if not for having the other right there alongside.  The doc did say even though he was happy with where I landed weight wise, that I’m “normal”, he’d like me to lose another 5-10 lbs so that I have a fluctuation cushion. I’m fine with that. It gives me a goal so I don’t rest on my laurels, so to speak.

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At one year post-op I am down 56.9 inches overall and 97 lbs lost. Damn the stupid natural fluctuation that happens during that certain monthly time, robbed me of my official 100lbs at my appointment.

This journey is never ending and ever ongoing. It changed both our lives for the better. We both agree whole heartedly that we don’t regret it for a second and wish we had done it years ago. We’re more active than we’ve ever been, have more energy, wanting to do more and actually able to do more. If you’re thinking about weight loss surgery we both endorse it 100%. True, there are some potential complications,  but in our eyes the benefits outweigh them by far. You’re gaining years of life and improved quality of life!

So as not to make this post a novel I’ll do a separate post about our recent 5K adventure. Read on!