Sunday, August 26, 2012

Let Me Catch My Breath

I write this blog from the comfort of my bed. Not because it's night time, but because I am friggin' exhausted. This week was the first with students which is always a whirlwind. --Side note: I already love all of them. They are witty, smart and adorable. This is going to be a great year, I can just tell already.-- On top of this crazy week I also started my first semester as an official doctorate student. Ed.S. conferred, time for that blasted dissertation. This semester I'm taking Advanced Dissertation Seminar and Qualitative Research. And yes, they are as thrilling as you think they are. So yesterday I had to drive down to Naples for a class meeting. After sitting in class all day, it was Trader Joe's and a long drive home in iffy weather (thanks Issac). Then I find out that my friend's house got broken into and I now have her bunny staying in my apartment until she returns from her trip. Then this morning I got up (barely) and ran 8 miles with the running chicas. Add a book club meeting and hurricane shopping to this week and you have yourself a blog entry. Want the Cliff Notes version?

school = good kids, stressful for other reasons
doctorate = hit the ground running
hurricane = coming
book club = awesome times, highlight of my week
bunny = adorable but sharp teeth
running = had an ouchie at mile 2 today but kept going

I think that sums it up. Now please excuse me while I pass out for a little while. The bunny will be taking my calls for the next few hours. I will then commence panicking about Hurricane Issac. ♥
[photo via florida today...As a friend said, Issac must be a Democrat;)]

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Back to School & Celebration of Running 5k

This week was the first week back to school for pre-planning. I went from napping after running and gratuitous yoga to packing a lunch and sitting in meetings. Oh how I miss those afternoons on the couch. Those were the days. Regardless, I'm glad to be back and feeling useful again. What I was not prepared for was how stinkin' exhausted I would be. I. Am. Beat. Each day I would come home and just crash, barely peeling myself out of bed the next morning. Thursday I slept through not 1, not 2 but 3 alarms, missing running and barely making it to school on time. It's definitely going to be an adjustment.

This week was also the Track Shack sale! I definitely needed new shoes considering this pair was from before my heart attacks and they were covered in my DNA. Unfortunately they don't make my Adidas Adizero Bostons anymore (c'mon Adidas, it hasn't been THAT long!) so I got fitted for these sweet Asics. I guess it's a fresh start.
Farewell old buddies, hello snazzy kicks
I also got these sweet minimalist Brooks for $20! I love a deal!


Today was the Celebration of Running 5k. I knew there was no chance of a PR so I just set my intentions on this being a training run and enjoying the opportunity to be out and about. We ran the Princeton/Urban Trail area and even past the Track Shack. I did a ton of walking, especially towards the end. Kathleen (for whom I will forever owe) was awesome and stuck with me.
Another bib with a '4' in it! This is starting to get creepy.

The crew. L-R: moi, Kathleen, Leah, Amanda, Gloria, Betty. We missed Amy, Lora & Elie! Thanks to Chris who took the picture!

The sweet medal we got.

On my way home I went to Walgreens. This picture will really only mean something to my running chicas but know that I'm laughing to myself as I type this.


Aaaannnnnnndddd an adorable shot of Max. You'd think he ran the 5k!

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Ed.S. and Bloody Shoes

What a week.

Between dealing with severe anxiety and the end of the semester at UF, it was a rough one. I took a couple days off of running last week to get some sleep and refocus. But now exams are done and as I write this the graduation ceremony at UF is beginning. So as of today I have my Ed.S. and next stop is Dr. Klena! 

Running wise, this week kicked booty. I'm still sloth like in my pace and walking more than I'd like, but my heart rate is much happier and so am I. I clocked in at 17 miles this week, which includes a speed walking session with Amy on Wednesday. I even made it through 6 miles today so things are looking up. Minus a funky toe issue on Thursday (check out my nasty shoe pic) I'm feeling good. Time to get some R&R before school starts up again on Monday. ♥

If anyone needs my DNA, here ya go. Ouchie.
17, baby! Progress!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Emotions (Insert Mariah Carey here)

This week has been hard. Emotionally, physically, psychologically...hard. This blog has never been too focused on the emotional side of my recovery, because most of it has been too difficult to share and too personal to mention. But I do need to say that for me recovering from a heart attack has been less of a physically difficult milestone in my life and more of an emotional one. There is a lot of fear, anxiety, sadness, grieving and resilience that goes into this process. I've had to face fears I've never even thought about before, and deal with realities of life that I never knew existed. I also make no secret that my biggest character flaw is my lack of patience. I get frustrated easily when things don't go my way or when the process becomes slow regardless of the amount of work I've put into it. Although it's been 6 months, this frustration remains and it's difficult to deal with. Add a heaping scoop of anxiety into the mix and you have yourself a situation.

Most of my close friends know I've been going to therapy since February, which has helped tremendously. I get to vent out all of my thoughts that I'm too embarrassed to say to anyone else. As someone who never really got all that stressed prior to this heart attack, it's been difficult dealing with this change. Therapy has definitely been a necessity and I would advise anyone in the same situation to go. More than likely the anxiety is my body's reaction to what has happened to it so I'm hoping it is gone sooner rather than later. I say all of this not to scare anyone but to educate others. Recovery is not easy but talking about it helps. ♥