We're Going Streaking -- The Rundown on Days 17 & 18

It's THURSDAY!?  Where has the week gone?  Time is certainly flying and we have both completed Day 18 of The Streak!  It's Sister M reporting to give all you loyal readers the rundown for days 17 and 18 of our running adventures!

Day 17 was a VERY long day for me.  I had a lot going on and pushed my run to the very last minute.  I am talking like 11:15 p.m. last minute.  In all honesty, it ALMOST did not get done... I knew how disappointed I would be if I let that happen, so I knew I had to get out the door for one mile.  I had no excuses and I certainly did not want to let myself or Sister V down. 

This was one of the most ill-prepared runs I have EVER participated in.  Let me go ahead and break this down for you:

• First and foremost, I was EXHAUSTED.  Long story short:  I totaled my vehicle the night before so I spent the day dealing with impound, the DMV, insurance, etc.
• It was 11:15 p.m. and there was a tornado warning (or talk of one) and thunderstorm warning in place for our area
• It was raining.
• I was too lazy to dig clean socks out of the laundry basket, so I ran sockless.
• I was too lazy to dig a headband out of the laundry, so I didn't pull my bangs back (yes, I know I need to put laundry away).
• The only sports bra I could find was a Victoria's Secret PINK yoga sports bra.  It is very cute, but offers ZERO support (I NEED support). The rest were in the washer... Or in the laundry baskets and we all know I wasn't digging through them.

Everything added up to what should have been a bad run.  Overall, it really wasn't.  It was less than 8 minutes of my life and it was OVER!  And I was STILL in the game! Yeah, baby!! I was in bed before midnight, I slept like a rock and the streak was alive!

(The pic of me is pre-run. I didn't look as happy or pretty once I was done.  I looked like a drowned rat)

Day 18 (today) has been great compared to yesterday.  I still pushed my run to the end of the day and didn't get out the door for my run until 10:15 p.m.  The weather was cool and calm and it felt wonderful to get outside.  I got a solid three miles in.  It was fast and sweaty!  I just ran from my house around the hospital grounds across the street.  Smooth sailing this evening, folks!  And my first mile was under 7 minutes!! 

 (I tried to get a picture of the cool fountain they have on the hospital grounds, but it didn't work too well!! Use your imagination, people!!)

I am so, so proud of Sister V and myself for keeping up with this streak!  It is going to feel awesome when we are done and I have a feeling a couple martinis will be consumed in celebration!! I am looking forward to tomorrow (Day 19) because V and I will be hitting the pavement together and getting an early morning run in!  Can't wait to see my sis!!  Stay tuned to see how we did!

 Hey all! V here. Well, my Day 17 & 18 were opposite sides of the coin for me for sure. I looooooved Day 17. I haaaaaaated Day 18. 

I got out early on Day 17 and decided to run past some of my favorite scenic spots in and around Perrysburg. My city is fairly historic (Fort Meigs from the Battle of 1812 is here, and it's named for Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry who won the Battle of Lake Erie -- "Don't Give Up The Ship," remember that from history class?) and its location on the Maumee River affords many great views. 

River view from the Perrysburg/Maumee bridge, right at the spot that Lucas and Wood counties meet.

View from the aptly named Riverview Park

 I ran down to the bridge, circled back and said hi to the Commodore, and then cruised back toward home. I wanted to slow it down a bit for this run, as the past couple of days have been speedy for me. I accomplished this goal and said good-bye to the run portion of Day 17 and hello to the eight-hour, sitting at a desk work portion of Day 17. 

The dashing Mr. Perry. 

 I developed some foot pain while at work, and was forced to go shoeless to try to alleviate it. I got home, whined to Coach B, iced, applied Tylenol cream, whined to Coach B, and went to bed hoping it would be better in the morning for Day 18. After some stretching and whining, I decided that Day 18 would just be a one mile test run to see if I was injured and how injured I might be. 

The treadmill seemed the best idea for a one-mile test run, so I could keep it soft. 

I kept it slow and decided that running actually felt better than walking did. I also decided that I was going to wear only supportive shoes from here on out. I don't want to irritate my metatarsals any further and risk having to ditch the streak. M and I are planning to hit the streets or trails tomorrow, and I want to be able to do some distance greater than a mile! 

In happy news: my One Run For Boston T-shirt arrived today! I am so excited to take part in this relay race. I believe that as of right now (June 14), a runner has the baton in Texas and is working his or her way east. Check out One Run For Boston for the latest updates. Also, USA Today did a great article on the relay. Check it out! 

Representing Ohio in Stage 237!!! 

I hope to have a happier run report for Day 19. I finally get to run with my sis again, so no matter what it'll be a good time. 

Be kind to yourself. Be kind to each other. -- V.  

Be Someone Other Than Me? Heel No! -- How an Injury can Change Your Perspective

Vanity, thy name is Victoria. It has taken a minor injury for me to realize this, but I have come to grips with the fact that from this point forward, I must embrace the fact that I am not tall, and I never will be. If you ask anyone in my family what I wanted to be when I was little, they would tell you, "older, and taller." I always wanted to be 5'7", just like my Aunt Vicki, for whom I was named. Because I don't quite top 5'4" on my best posture days, I've achieved my dream of height for years with a series of ever-skyward-reaching heels -- boots, wedges, stilettos, pumps, peeptoes: You name it, I've worn it. My collection of heels is quite literally staggering, and most of them see me boosted to about 5'9," rivaling Coach B in height. 

These are some of my favorites. None of them is under 4 inches in height. In the foreground is the collection of medication and muscle rubs that now keep my foot from feeling like it's on fire.

On Wednesday, however, I was brought back down to Earth. While walking down the three flights of stairs we have at work, I felt a super sharp pain on the ball of my right foot. It was so noticeable and nagging that I ended up taking off my 4-inch boots for the night and scuffing around in my socks. I propped my foot up on an overturned U.S. Mail tub for the remainder of the shift, and then hobbled down the stairs and headed home, where I promptly put on my older pair of Virratas. I iced my foot down in bed and researched just what in the world I might have done to myself. 

My beautiful Virratas.

Well, the upshot is that the pain I was feeling was likely something I had actually caused myself. After a weekend of dancing in high wedge sandals and pounding the pavement, too, during my daily runs, I've developed a spot of metatarsalgia. This is a fancy name for  pain and inflammation in the ball of your foot.   According to the Mayo Clinic,  pretty much anyone can develop metatarsalgia, though there are some higher risk factors. Lucky me: I fit into several of them. 

You are at higher risk if you:

• Participate in high-impact sports. Metatarsalgia is more likely to occur if you're a runner or you participate in sports that involve running or jumping, such as soccer, tennis, baseball, football or basketball. 
• Wear high heels or shoes that don't fit properly. High heels transfer extra weight onto the front of the foot, and shoes that are too tight can compress the toes.
• Are overweight. Extra pounds put more pressure on the metatarsals.
• Have other foot problems. Certain foot shapes — such as high arches, a long second toe or unusually long metatarsals — can contribute to metatarsalgia. These conditions can cause pain and inflammation that change the way a person walks and the distribution of weight in the feet.

Sorry Meatloaf: Two out of three are actually pretty bad, and three out of four are even worse, in this case. I obviously participate in a sport that involves running, I wear high heels, and I have freakishly long (but aesthetically beautiful) second toes. 

I had to make a decision: What can I control out of these three things? Well, I'm not going to stop running (hello, I'm nearly in the middle of a 39-day streak here!), and I'm not going to have surgery to reduce the length of my second toe (though people actually do that, as well as have surgery to remove their toenails. No joke.). 

(Black toenails lurk beneath. But, I'm not having them surgically removed.)

I hate to do this, but it's been a long time in coming. I can't keep doing this to myself. It's not you, really; it's me. And, this will hurt me way more than it will hurt you. But my decision is final. Good-bye high heels. So long, reaching things on top shelves. Farewell illusion of long, shapely legs and slightly more proportional hips and rear. 

We just can't keep causing each other pain...farewell, my lovelies.

But you know what? It's OK. Really. I'm petite. I'm short. I have a long torso and not-so-long legs. I'm vertically challenged. I'm a shrimp. I'm fun-sized. I'm not going to be asked, "How's the weather up there?" (Someone might ask me to tie their shoes, however.) 

Just me. In a pig hat. With viking braids. 

The older I get, the more comfortable I am with myself, just as myself -- not some idea of who I should be or what someone else's idea of what "pretty" is. If I'm healthy -- I'm  happy. If I'm strong -- I'm pretty. If I have friends and family -- I'm fulfilled. And if I'm comfortable being on the short side (really, I'm probably absolutely average height) AND I can continue to do what I love (run and run and run) injury-free, well, that sounds like the right thing to do.  So if you see me in a  non-running setting and think that I look shorter, I'm not, really. I'm just little ol' me. Just don't ask me to tie your shoes. 

Be kind to yourself. Be kind to each other. (Be kind to your feet!!!) -- V. 

We're Going Streaking on Our Sweet Sixteen!

Day 16 -- NOT 17!!

 Hi all! V kicking off your streak report today. Well, it's Day 16 of the streak (despite the typo in my collage) -- and how sweet it is. I got a later start on the run than I had thought I would, but this was my only day off during the week and I had a bunch of catching up to do around the house after going camping. We made meals for the next week or so for the first half of the day, and then it was on to laundry and so on and so forth -- you guys know how it is. Quite frankly, the house was just a mess, and Coach B rightfully said a dirt exorcism was in order. So, after a cleaning session, I took to the streets around 8 p.m.

Behold: The house is clean. Time to run!

The night proved to me that all evening runs are definitely not the same. While a couple of days ago I felt like I could just run forever, Day 16's humidity had me not planning to go beyond the 5k I set out to accomplish. 

Blargh: Humid Face

The sunset was pretty, though, and there were a lot of people playing disc golf at Woodland Park. It's always nice to be distracted by watching others having a good time, and also trying to stay aware of low-flying objects that could be hurled my way. Kind of turns it into a 5k meets dodge ball event.

Kind of hard to see, but the skies over the park were just beautiful.

I think the humidity had me really wanting to finish, so I kept the hammer down for most of the run. I'm always happy when my last mile is my fastest. 

I had promised Sole Child Nick root beer floats when I finished, so we celebrated Day 16 with some sweet treats. Recovery drink, right?? 

Tasty, with fat-free vanilla and a Coke Zero.

 Keep on streaking, friends! Be kind to yourself. Be kind to each other. -- V


M will be back soon to let you know how her days have shaped up!!  Stay tuned.  

Hey all, M here!! Better to update late then never!!  Day 16 for me was great!  I got an early morning 3 miler in and left right from my house.  I have a great little loop that I run so I love to take advantage of it as much as possible!  It felt good to get out there  and get it done before heading to work!  

I always like when I manage under an 8 minute pace... I felt really good on this run. It was pretty humid out there, but the weather was great otherwise!  The streak is alive, everyone!  Stay tuned to see what else is in store! ~M

We're Going Streaking -- Day 8 and Feeling Great!

Another day, another run done!  Sister V and I are rocking in northwest Ohio and have Day 8 of The Streak under our belt!

I took off at sunset today and got a nice, brisk five miles in.  It was beautiful outside.  Roughly 65 degrees, no humidity and low wind.  Perfect in my book.  After my run, we went for ice cream!  It was pretty late, but summer has finally come and we didn't care that the kids were up past their bedtime. This was actually my dinner too!

As you can see, everyone is happy!  Mama got her run in and the family gets ice cream!  You can't beat that!! Excited to see what Day 9 has in store!

Sole Sister V, and introducing my shadow friend: Freddie Flex. (I photobombed myself during this Day 8 selfie...)

Hey all, V here! Yep, Day 8 and feeling great.  I have to say, Day 8 was the best day weather-wise that we've had. Just beautiful out there: upper 50s, a few puffy clouds, bright blue sky, no humidity, here look: 

Today I did my miles on LSD -- Not what you think, our moms. I decided to do long, slow distance because the two prior days I was all about the hills and the speed. My tendency is to over-train, to the point of either exhaustion or injury -- whichever occurs first. Definitely need to run smart when on a streak, otherwise you can get hurt and guess what? No more streak.  

I was a slow child today. Why does the sign that says "SLOW CHILDREN" show a child sprinting? I don't get it. 

I'm a positive person. And today, I ran positive miles, lol. I did a 10k in 55:05, an 8:48 pace. It felt great though. Just can't beat good music and good weather to go with a run. Day 9 is going to be a recovery day -- I'm just planning on doing one mile and then cycling to use some different muscle groups in different ways. So, expect a short report! Have fun out there, everyone. Be kind to yourself and each other. -- V.  

Guest Runner Post -- Coach B's Life-changing Moment

Sole Sister V plants one on the coach. 

Everybody has moments in their lives that shape their future, that define the person that they will become.
My moment came when I was 30 years old, sitting in an examination room, and watching my doctor read over some results a nurse had just handed her.
It’s never a good thing when your doctor looks at your test results and says, “Whoa.” My doctor actually said “Whoa.”
As in “Whoa, your cholesterol is 240.”
Cholesterol is natural. Everyone has it, and it’s necessary for cells to function properly in your body. The problems arise when there is too much of it in your bloodstream. And too much of it is a level above 200.
Basically, my doctor told me, I had the trifecta of bad cholesterol tests: my good cholesterol was low, my bad cholesterol was high, and my triglyceride levels, which should have been below 150, were well above 400.
What all this meant was that I was creating the perfect conditions for plaque to build up in my arteries and choke the blood supply, significantly raising my risk of a stroke or heart attack.
My mortality is not something that I handle well. My first thought was “Oh my gosh, I’m going to die.” My second thought was “Hell no, I’m not going to die.”
On that day, almost 15 years ago, Coach B was born. 

Turning for the homestretch at Churchill's Half Marathon.

Exercise isn’t the only solution for high cholesterol. Diet is equally important and, in some cases, statins need to be used to help the body lower bad cholesterol and raise good cholesterol. For years, I was on Lipitor, and I’m a believer in it. It did what it was advertised to do.
But, without a doubt, I know that running saved my life. The day after that doctor’s office visit, I stepped on a treadmill for the first time in years. I didn’t go far. I don’t remember exactly how far I could run, but I know it was probably only about a mile. It was the first mile of thousands and thousands that I have run since.

These are just some of the running shoes lurking in our closets.

I’ve run seven marathons and four half-marathons since stepping on that treadmill. Sometimes people ask me “Why.” I simply answer “Because I can.”
So many people tell me they can’t run because they are too overweight or their knees are too bad or they don’t have the time. Well, the simple truth is that yes, you can. You put one step in front of the other, and maybe tomorrow you go farther than today. You commit to changing your life. It doesn’t matter how fast you go or how far you go. The point is just that you go.
Each week I’m going to check in with some advice and training tips. Some days the topic might deal with getting started and living a healthier life, another day might tackle how to bring down your marathon PR.
I am a runner. Join me on my journey.

-- Coach B

The Dugger family runners.

“It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who's actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotion and spends himself in a worthy cause; who best knows at the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that this place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” - Teddy Roosevelt