Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Life Happens

The title of my fall should be Life Happens. I was fairly on track for preparing for the half in November and then life hit me in the face. My kid brought home a stomach bug that wiped out our entire household for a week and then went in for a minor procedure a week after that. Next came my annual meeting with my dissertation committee followed by hosting both sides for Thanksgiving. Through all that mess I only managed to get out and run once, which was not that half marathon.

What did I learn from this? Be flexible, particularly for what cannot be planned for. Have a race in mind, but don't put down the money until closer to time. Take time for yourself, even if that means waking up early.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Belated Peachtree Road Race

It's been WELL over a month since my last race, so I'm digging into my foggy memory for this race report.

This was my first time running the Peachtree Road Race. It's the largest 10K with 50,000 participants a year and oh my word I could tell. Because I didn't submit a time, I was randomly placed in a heat and with my killer luck I landed in the last heat, starting two hours after the elite heat at 9:30am. In Georgia. In July. To say the least it was freaking hot.

My good friend and I ran together. It was her first 10K ever and my first 10K since college and my first 10K not ran on a track. She was kind enough to slum it in heat X with me even though she had been randomly placed in a more desirable heat.

Because there were so many people and most of them started before us and a good portion of those people walked, there was no way to run this race for a speedy time. In fact, going around the walkers added almost a quarter mile to the race distance according to my trusty Garmin. So we took it easy, walked ourselves when the heat and the massive amounts of people became too much, and tried to hit every water station and set of sprinklers.

This was a very odd race. I saw a guy racing in a full Eeyore costume. There were promotional tents along the race course (oddly enough Chik-fil-A was one of these and it was a Sunday...) and people were racing with fully goody bags. The lady with the huge Coach purse that I saw at the starting line made more sense after I saw all the giveaways. There were signs cheering on a lady who was in her 80's and racing. I don't know that I'd want to do it again unless I turned in a time and was placed in a better starting wave. But it was fun people watching and I really like the shirt.

Here are the stats (not bad for 4.5 months post baby):
Chip time: 1:20:03
Overall place: 32761
Female place: 13448Age division place: 8288


The next goal on the horizon...a half marathon at the beginning of November.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Pre-Peachtree

This morning my friend and I who are running the Peachtree Road Race did our last "long run" before the big day. We originally were going to run the majority of the race route, but those plans were dashed when we discovered that MARTA was single tracking this weekend and waiting a million years for a northbound train wasn't our idea of a good time. So we settled to do an out and back that would cover the first (almost) half of the course for our own mini pre-Peachtree.

We weren't the only runners with this idea, which was nice. The encouraging words and company were great. The wheelchair division athletes were also out in force and we kept passing and getting passed by two of them. They were super nice and encouraging, even though one of them had on a Georgia shirt (GO JACKETS!).

So thoughts for next week. It's going to be a nice at least first half of a run that's either flat or a slight downhill. We ran at 7ish and my start time is during the last wave at 9, so the downside is that it will probably be VERY hot. Staying hydrated and as cool as possible will be the priority.

On another note I was introduced to Einstein's Bagels today. Honey wheat bagel toasted + strawberry cream cheese + orange juice = YUM. I was amused that it was filled with sweaty athletes and well dressed church folks. I know I was stinky, so I hope the church folks were breathing through their mouths...

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Bumps in the Road

Ah training has been challenging lately. I know that life happens and that in any given 8-18 week training schedule you'll have a few missed workouts because life happens. I'm in week 7 of an 8 week schedule for a 10K and have had to miss workouts. I had a killer sinus infection that came and went and has hit me (to a lesser degree thankfully) again. While I'm sure I'll survive the 10K that's coming up, I know my fitness level just isn't going to be where I wish it was.

I am such a fan of structure that it just kills me to look at a training schedule and know I haven't been able to do all of the workouts. I realize that life requires flexibility, but I have a hard time not feeling a little disappointed in myself. At the same time, when I line up at the start line I know I should focus more on the positive--that I did get out and do most of the work, tried my best, and made an investment in myself.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Out With The Old And In With The New

Two weeks ago I bought a much needed new pair of running shoes. I went to The Big Peach Running Company and thoroughly enjoyed the fit process and ended up with another wonderful pair of Asics, the brand I've been running in since college. They're now broken in and have a full week's mileage logged in already.

Now that I know the new shoes are a hit it's time to retire the old ones. Usually I have no problems chucking the old running shoes into the garage for their new life as lawn work shoes, but this pair is going to be a harder goodbye. I bought them right after I realized the previous pair just weren't going to cut it for my marathon during a 20 miler. We've been through a lot together. My first marathon. Winning my age group for the first time. The little running I did while I was expecting and then my first miles as a mom. They were also there with me when I took a run after my first day back to work through my tears of guilt. It's been an action packed year and I have a lot of memories in these shoes. Goodbye and thanks.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fitting It All In

I feel like I've gone a little crazy since little man's birth. Since he was nearly two months early we weren't nearly as prepared as I would have liked and I spent quite a bit of maternity leave doing things that I would have liked to have done before he was born. I guess you could say I've felt scattered since February and I'd just like to feel calm, centered, and organized again.

I just finished the third of an eight week training schedule for my comeback 10K, which feels like a huge accomplishment paired with going back to work. We were fortunate enough to have family come and take care of the baby my first month back, but that did make fitting it all in challenge since they're all from out of town and I also wanted to spend time with them.

Fitting it all in has always been challenging, but I've come to the conclusion that I need to keep my evenings open to get through bath time, bottle prep time, day care bag prep time, and cuddle time with little man. This unfortunately means that I've had to sacrifice my evening runs in exchange for the dreaded morning run.

I have no problem getting up early to run on the weekends and even enjoyed it during marathon training, but there is something so hard about getting up even earlier on a weekday to go for a run before what will be a long day. Battling with humidity while shaking off sleep isn't ideal compared to the therapeutic value of the evening run, but is my new reality. Wish me luck with this switch.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Our Journey with Duodenal Atresia

I'm taking a step away from the normal scope of my blog to talk about the past few months of my life with the birth of my son and our experience with his birth defect.

The first glimpse of a problem came at my 24 week doctor's appointment. I went in to get some additional shots of the little man's heart because he was uncooperative during the 20 week ultrasound. His heart looked great, but the tech was troubled that she didn't see the stomach empty during the exam and the doctor called for a recheck at my next visit. During the next visit the stomach was still full and the tech became very quiet. The doctor explained that they saw the "double bubble" that was characteristic of a congenital birth defect called duodenal atresia. This defect was an obstruction between the stomach and intestines that occurred in 1 in 2500 births and was easily corrected surgically after birth. The part where my heart sank was when my doctor also explained that 1 in 3 babies with duodenal atresia also had Down's Syndrome. Please note that these were the statistics given by my doctor. I've seen quite a variation on these numbers on the internet.

Next we saw a perinatologist for a more detailed ultrasound that confirmed the diagnosis and opted for an amniocentesis to know if we were expecting a special needs child. The next few weeks were filled with appointments and worrying. Pediatric cardiologist to look for heart problems (no heart problems found), pediatric surgeon for a consultation (very helpful and reassuring), and continued weekly monitoring by my normal OB GYN and perinatologist (due to the obstruction the mother has excessive amniotic fluid, making for a higher risk pregnancy). The amnio results came back that he didn't have Down's Syndrome, which decreased our stress level considerably and made me happier than when I found out I was pregnant. Things were looking up.


Then came week 33 of pregnancy. I was larger than I should be due to the excess fluid and I was feeling it. My back hurt, my pelvis hurt, my ribs hurt. Riding in a car, sitting down, and laying down for more than a few minutes hurt. Needless to say there wasn't a lot of quality rest anymore. I went to my OB GYN for my weekly fetal nonstress test and he wasn't very active (it was hard to feel movement with the increasing fluid), I'd lost weight since the week before, and my blood pressure was higher than my normal white coat anxiety issues. I was sent to the hospital for a 24 hour urine collection and to be monitored. Everything was fine at first--lots of fetal movement in the ultrasound and good heart rate, so I sent my husband home for an overnight bag. Then the fetal heart rate dipped twice and another ultrasound showed he wasn't moving around much. Additionally I was having contractions (that I couldn't feel beyond the discomfort I'd already been experiencing) and my cervix was beginning to change. My doctor and perinatologist decided it was best for the little man be born, and via a c section since he wasn't tolerating the contractions well. I called my husband and told him to get back for the birth. By the time I was prepped he was back and we went for the c section. After the birth little man was taken to the NICU to be stabilized and assessed. My husband was able to take pictures and he tells me that the team showed me the baby, but I don't remember it at all.


The next day he was brought to my room for a few minutes before going to the children's hospital. I was able to reach in and touch his sweet little face and hands and fall in love. Then he was transported across the street to a children's hospital where he was assessed and prepared for the surgery to correct the defect. My husband went with him with some family and friends while I was stuck in the hospital with some other family and friends. They looked for heart problems (there were no problems) and further examined his GI track via X ray.


Here is little man prior to his surgery at the NICU at the children's hospital.


He went into surgery late afternoon and everything went well, but it was a long and emotional day.

The next day I was given a pass to visit little man. He was being given nutrition via a PICC line (peripherally inserted central catheter) that ran from his right foot to his heart because he wouldn't be able to eat for some time. He had a nasogastric tube to drain the fluid in his stomach. He was on a ventilator and was given pain medications. He had a variety of monitors. In short, he was wired.


Now came the road to recovery. We were first waiting for signs that he was ready to eat. 1. The fluid drained from his stomach had to go from a sludge like color to clear 2. He needed to demonstrate that his bowel had woken up (aka he needed to poop.) While we waited for this progress to be made we had some other milestones. Two days after surgery he was off the ventilator and pain medication. Three days after surgery we were able to hold him for the first time. The first requirement was met seven days after surgery and the tube was removed from his nose. We left the hospital that evening told that they would insert a feeding tube in the morning to initiate feeds.








The next morning we got a call that there was a shift in the game plan. Little man would try bottle feeds and if that didn't take off he would have a feeding tube placed. Needless to say we were thrilled at the prospect of "skipping" a step on the road to recovery. At first he was fed 5 ml of pedialyte every 3 hours. Over time his feeds were increased 10 ml and later 15 ml.


Little man was doing well with the feeds, so he was switched to breast milk and the feed volumes were steadily increased.

Little man's recovery was going so well. His PICC line was removed twelve days after surgery and we were told that as long as he continued to do well with his feeds and gained weight he'd go home. That's when we hit the one snag in his recovery. He ate well, but wasn't gaining weight. The doctors decided to begin fortifying the breast milk with formula powder to beef up the calorie content. That did the trick and we were able to take little man home 17 days after surgery. Below is little man waiting in his going home outfit for us to finish up the discharge paperwork and our first family photo at home.













I hope this could be an encouragement to others. After the diagnosis I spent a lot of time on the web looking for personal experiences. Reading message boards and blogs helped me a lot. This process went much better than I could have imagined. Our surgeon told us that our son would be in the hospital for three to eight weeks, so we were so happy to have him home at two and a half weeks. That being said there were hard moments, tears, and uncertainty. It was hard hearing babies crying in the other rooms during my recovery in the hospital and not having him there with me. It was hard being discharged without him. It was hard leaving him at the children's hospital each evening. Having little man in my life is amazing, but I truly understand now that having a healthy baby is a blessing and not a given.

Through this experience I've been overwhelmed by my wonderful family, friends, and coworkers. Another group that has a special place in my heart is the medical team that worked with little man. The doctors, NICU nurses, and additional staff at the children's hospital were amazing and made some of the hardest days of my life as pleasant as possible.

Now little man is sleeping on me after a scream fest and all I can think is that this is the best good time to be had.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Back After Baby

It's been a really long time since my last post and a ton has happened in that time. My little buddy arrived 7 weeks early after a complicated pregnancy with a birth defect that we found out about in January. We were really lucky--the problem was easily corrected with surgery, his prognosis is excellent, and he none of the other defects associated with the one he was born with. Reading about other parents' experiences with this defect was so helpful to me, so I'm working on a mega post about our journey.

Beyond the rough start, becoming a mom has been great. Am I tired? Yes. Do I wonder when I'll get my life under control again? Yes. Do I wish my tummy was back to normal? Yes. But there are precious moments like taking naps together that make me forget about all of that.

Two weeks ago I was given the green light to exercise again! I've started out slow--running 1 mile every other day the first week and 1.5 miles every other day this week. The first run was so exciting. I haven't gone out in nearly 7 months, so I had to find my awesome new Garmin Forerunner 305 that I only tried once before hanging up the running shoes for the pregnancy, dust off my running shorts, and try my best to take it easy. I did the first run at marathon pace and it wasn't too bad.

I'd really missed running. It's my way of dealing with stress, relaxing, and regrouping, so I had a hard time without that outlet. I'm so excited to get back into shape and am planning on doing a 10K on July 4th, a half marathon in the fall, and a full marathon next spring. I also can't wait for Bobo to hit the 8 week mark so we can break in the jogging stroller:)