In exciting news, I managed to get out for a 3km run this morning. It was rather unpleasantly warm (even before 9am), but I managed to not collapse in a sweaty heap. In other good news, I managed to keep focus on tweaking my technique as RelentlesslyCheerfulPhysio suggested (stop bouncing! lead with knees! keep the belly-button facing straight ahead) and I found it a good deal less exhausting – though it did nothing for my time. But hey, baby steps.
And thankfully No Pain in my adductor magnus – woo hoo! I’m hoping to make it out twice a week in the mornings before SML and twice on the weekend. Taking it all very slowly of course.
And I really need to source a decent pilates class.
In health news, I’ve decided to jump back on the sobriety train (save for impending birthday, Xmas day and Hong Kong – possibly wedding anniversary if we remember when it actually is, oh and Don’s birthday!) for another year.
I feel like the body and brain needs a bit of a re-set and I can’t see the wallet complaining either.
To my delight, I was signed out from RelentlesslyCheerfulPhysio this afternoon and cleared for runnering tomorrow! So very excellent.
Yeah, so I think the 5:2 diet is working …
today in the lift – this excellent vintage skirt has been with me through all of the sizes
I commented to various peeps that I am more slender now than at the height of my no-drinking and running every single day. I don’t know what that means, but I am pretty pleased with the outcome thus far.
In quantitative-self tracking, I loaned my jawbone to Don. He does nowhere as many steps as me in a day, but ZOMGWTFBBQ! the sleep comparison is just nuts.
Almost two HOURS more sound sleep than me?!?!?
This weekend we killed it in at painting and completed the walls of all of the common areas – and even the complicated stairwell (feel the exhaustion! and the rather sore leg).
When you consider that less than a month ago, we’d not made any progress for almost 18 months, this is a pretty massive achievement. Go us! Amazing what we can do when we are focused and have a goal. Hopefully we can parlay this into … something.
It has been exhausting but very satisfying. I cannot even describe how wonderful and soothing it is to see all the bright white and not the depressing poopy-vomity-mustardy everything.
Only 5 door-frames, one walk-in wardrobe and two bedrooms to go. Hurrah! I think we can probably get that completed by mid-December.
Well, and the doors. We’re saving that particularly horrid task for the new year when we’re back from Hong Kong.
You might remember my recent desire to acquire somewhat more professional work clothing now that I’ve climbed a little higher the greasy pole.
Having lived most of my life with no disposable income, it is actually *really* very difficult to spend decent amounts of money on myself (as opposed to the rest of the family). Spending even $100 on a garment seems wildly profligate and completely and utterly irresponsible.
In the comments on that post, the always-full-of-excellent-advice, anyresemblance suggested boden and Holy!Goodness! such a trove of lovely things.
I agonised about the expense and sucked it up (princess) and bought 2 dresses and a pair of fabulous tartan pants (despite it being not all the season at all for tartan pants) and they arrived amazingly quickly and in the best packaging I have ever seen.
The dresses were even on hangers!
Everything was of wonderful quality and fit like a dream and so a couple of days later, of course I took several deep breaths and ran off and bought even more things, which are now making their way to me.
I’ve also splashed out on a couple of (inexpensive … baby steps) necklaces from various etsy sellers. One has arrived already and I am thrilled with it.
Selfishly buying things for me is kind of cool. I look forward to a future of shoes (flats only) and attractive garments that fit me.
Woke up this morning with my leg the sorest since I broke myself last Saturday. I think the cause was sleeping in my usual unusual position (see below) which put a whole lot of strain on the … strain.
me, sleeping. not pictured: don. truly, i am a loss to the graphic design profession
Fortunately I already had an appointment organised with RelentlesslyCheerfulPhysio, so he poked and prodded, we exercised and re-taped. Seriously, if you are in need of an excellent physio in the inner west, he’s your dude! I’m still quite sore (probably because I have been improperly positioned while painting yet more trim), but he’s pretty confident I’ll be cool in a couple of weeks and can ease myself back to running (yay!)
After my appointment I walked up to the gym and broke up with it. It was like a double break-up with the FatController because he was on staff today and processed my cancellation.
I’m really glad that is done with and I can focus on other fitness things which don’t involve horrible injury. I’m hoping running and somewhere decent for pilates. I also hope to get back into Long Walks with Don when this endless painting is completed – which actually looks like it is in sight now that we have finished the common areas this afternoon (though still a bit of door-frame to go).
Holy!Goodness! it was a horribly warm evening when I started this post. At that point we had resisted putting on the aircon and then I was then distracted by discussing with Joe/Frank the number of countries I’d met people from (47, I think – fun exercise!), an excellent curry cooked by Joe/Frank amidst the discussion of the countries, good wine and a very satisfying, wide-ranging career chat with Don.
Then the southerly buster hit and it became blissfully cool. For the uninitiated, the southerly buster is as cool, strong wind that often strikes Sydney at around 9-10pm after disgustingly hot days. I cannot convey the marvellousness of it.
Anyway, back to my intended subject. Three days in and I completely adore my jawbone. If anyone was built for the quantified self, it is me. I’m nothing if not self-absorbed. Plus data! All the things!
So, today’s results:
Killed the 10,000 steps (not so excellent as the first day, which was overn 16,000). Toddling around the shops at lunch makes a big difference to the count. I’m glad I walk from the car to SML and back each day because it appears to cover most of my target walking activity.
Sleep was rather less good than the previous night, and I felt it. Bad kitties waking me at 5:30am, amongst other things. I really think I sleep much less well on the 2 nights of the 5:2, so it will be interesting to have the data.
Yes, am definitely in the perfect career!
I was fortunate to score an appointment withRelentlesslyCheerfulPhysio this afternoon. And yes, adductor strain which required loads of taping.
the red and the black
I could have photoshopped the wobbly thigh, but I am all about the verisimilitude.
I’m apparently the physio’s poster girl for what happens when you have a less than suitable trainer. So much so that when they heard one of their patients had a fabulous PT who incorporated all the rehab work into the sessions, they thought of me (even before I hurt myself again). And emailed the patient to find out the details. Great customer service!
So I’ve sucked it up and dumped the FatController … via text. I was very appreciative and regretful.
Oh! he has just sent me a quite lovely response. Thought quite possibly the fact that I “never looked like giving up once” was part of my injury problem!
Anyway, I’ve bought a very inexpensive jawbone up and once I get the all-clear, I’ll be counting lots of steps!
And no more sledgehammers unless I am smashing something.