Thursday. Had to take a day of rest today. I’ve been dashing around so much since I got back from Idaho that I just needed a day to get my regular life in order and get 8 hours of sleep. So other than walking around town for my errands, today I did very little. A little spin, nothing great.
Tuesday I did make it to the gym for a swim, some core and a sauna. I drills for 45 minutes really trying to get aligned. Alignment is my new focus…
Yesterday I had a great workout with Rhonda. I really felt I worked hard and my shoulders are getting stronger. I also noted that had I not been doing the balance stuff with Rhonda I would have twisted my ankle in the snow out in Idaho. I really feel that balancing stuff is key to fending off an injury for me. My ankles are so small and trying to support this big person, I feel bad for them, I really do. Then I met up with my friend Karin for a nice walk along the promenade in Brooklyn, we had a nice time and took some pics wandering around the other side of the bridges.
Today I went off to visit the chiropractor. My first time. I think it went okay. He’s going to help me get rid of my limp.
Basically he showed me that it all starts in my lower back (which doesn’t hurt.) The muscles are tight and they start to pull and cause this extended curve in my lower back (which I can see). (Usually caused by a weak core — shocker!) That tightness is causing the back muscles to pull on my psoas (the muscles which wraps around my hip.) The pulled psoas is then pulling one hip down and back (and therefore the right one looks like it is up and forward.) End result is is looks like my left leg is shorter and trying to dip down to reach the ground when in reality its just my hips are rotated and not starting out even. Whew…. long explanation. But when he showed me on the skeleton I got it.
So he assures me that NOTHING we will be doing will cause anything radical to happen, so I’m not going to be having some major change in my structure before going into the desert. It’s more like a deep massage to loosen up my muscles and some gentle pushing on my back and hips. It didn’t hurt. eventually he says I will find myself running easier (and in alignment) which will prevent damage to my spine and bones. Sounded good to me. I felt fine afterwards — nothing crazy.
Of course all week I’ve been distracted by a discussion I had with Lisa out in Idaho. While discussing my food and calories for the race with Lisa she gave me an option which I am so excited about I’m embarrassed. I get to bring a bag of potato chips with me for each day in the desert! Not a little bag of potato chips, a huge bag of potato chips. Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a desert person. Chocolate cake, pie, cookies — eh I can take ’em or leave them. My downfall is fried potatoes in any way, shape or form.
Potato chips, french fries, home fries, baked potatoes, twice baked, hashed, mashed. You name it, I love my taters. Crispy fried with salt? Shut up. I can’t even talk about it…. So my answer to my adoration of the sacred spud is to just say no. I am the original Lays girl. I can’t eat just one potato chip so I choose to eat none. I don’t know what it is but I love the carbs, the fat and the salt. In WW we call that a red light food for me. I’ll stare at a piece of cheesecake until the cows come home but a potato chip will not last long in my line of sight.
So when I found out that I can bring a bag of crushed potato chips to the desert I was so excited. (Apparently you eat them with a spoon.) The chips crush down into a very small pack and they are a kabillion calories (yeah, I knew that!) All week long I’ve been dancing around singing “I’m going to the desert, I’m going to get potato chips.” Who knew that all someone had to do to get me excited about running in the desert was to tell me that at the end of the day I get a guilt-free, jumbo-sized bag of my kettle chips? 150 miles? Is that all? Are you sure? Cause really, I’d be willing to go for two weeks now, let’s make it 300…. I’m pathetic. I’m so embarrassed at this blatant adoration of a spud. Throw in a glass of red wine and I’m gone. 4 weeks to potato chips!!!
This reminds me of the cartoon of Lucy and Linus when they come across a potato chip on the sidewalk.
Lucy: Well, look here. A big yellow butterfly. It’s unusual to see one of those at THIS time of year, unless of course, it flew up from Brazil. I’ll bet that’s it. They DO that sometimes, you know. They fly up from Brazil.
Linus: That’s no butterfly! That’s a potato chip.
Lucy: Well, I’ll be. I wonder how a potato chip got all the way down here from Brazil!