NYC is awash with rain, fog and a constant drizzly mist this week (I guess this is what we get for marveling over last week’s gorgeous running weather!).
Even though I pay for a monthly gym membership, I usually choose a rainy run over the treadmill. Logical? Perhaps not, but I guess we runners are crazy like that and I actually enjoyed my 7.75 mile wet, sloshy run this morning. The legs felt good after some cross training yesterday, and any soreness following Saturday’s race and mileage is gone – hooray!
Here’s how last week looked:
- Monday: rest
- Tuesday: 7.25 miles (steady state)
- Wednesday: 7.55 miles easy
- Thursday: 7.2 miles easy
- Friday: spinning and elliptical, lifting, PT and stretching
- Saturday: Healthy Kidney 10K race (6.2 miles, 48:08), 6 miles warm-up/cool-down (12.3 miles total)
- Sunday: 5.75 miles easy
Total: 40.5 miles and feeling pretty good about this base-building period. I’m excited to get in some more speedwork before my next 10K on June 11.
Rainy runs are always better when you have a warm breakfast and coffee to look forward to:
Anyways, I’ve been thinking about the term “normal” lately. Here’s why.
The past year and a half has been pretty challenging for me, medically speaking (more details on that here). A lengthy hospital stay, almost a half dozen ER visits (good lord, this sounds ridiculous…), a handful of CT scans, no less than 100 doctor visits (yeah, this is even more ridiculous…) and an annoying medication regimen has made me wonder many times:
Why can’t I just be normal?
I try so hard not to complain or feel sorry for myself – I know it could be so much worse. I’m alive, healthy (I swear), able to run and live my life pretty much the way I want to. But sometimes I just can’t help but wonder what it would be like to not have to inject myself with blood thinners before long flights, make sure I take my medication and wear compression socks every day, and stress out when some leg pain even slightly resembles that of the DVT I experienced in September 2009. What would it be like to have just one day when I don’t think about any of this?
But there are also moments when I’m proud that I am so not normal.
I am able to share my experience with others to help them prevent what happened to me. And because I’m not “normal”, I was able to share my story with the news media (!) recently. If you have time, please check out my story by clicking the link below (I couldn’t get the video to embed!) and look for it on Fox News where you are (and trust me, this is the only time I would ever tell people to watch Fox News 🙂 )
Question: What the hell is normal, anyway?