Columbus Day Weekend

Yes, I am behind on posting this because so many other things came up & I just completely forgot about it but better late than never, right?

So on Saturday, October 9th, Dan, Lexi & I drove up to PA for the long weekend. Since the weather was beautiful that day, we decided to take the top down for the trip because we take the back roads instead of driving continuously on Rt. 70. Lexi was riding on my lap with her big pink bed because she gets so car sick riding in the back on long trips. We had a wonderful time enjoying the nice weather, continuous breeze & Lexi was loving every minute of it. We even had people drive up right beside us to wave & laugh at Lexi because lets face it, she is just too cute. :o)
One we got up to PA, it was pure business because my Dad was having the Waynesburg University Baseball Golf Tournament on Sunday, which Dan was getting to play in. They had put together a ton of raffle gifts, long putt, long drive, etc. prizes. My Mom was the one that was responsible for wrapping & getting everything together, not including the food that she had to make for the event. Golf tournament time is a very stressful time at my parent’s house. Lots & lots of work go into it, but every year it turns out great & the alumni/golfers have such a great time, Dan included. So the night before I was helping Mom with the food, cutting potatoes, tomatoes, onions, pickles, olives, etc. She had made the potato & pasta salads & then we had hamburgers & hot dogs. Ben & I were able to have some one on one time while my Mom, Dad & Dan went to the golf course early to set up. We didn’t get out there until around 11:30 a.m. & I’m even surprised that we made it there that early because the directions that my Dad had given me were terrible & there was a good 25 minutes where Ben & I drove around trying to find the damn golf course. Since I am horrible with directions to begin with, I knew we would have problems; I was not a happy camper when we finally pulled into the parking lot...very frustrating.
One thing that I was very impressed by was the fact that my brother came up with the logo for the t-shirts & baseball hats that were passed out/sold. He did a great job. So after several hours at the golf tournament, we drove home around 4:00 p.m. & we were exhausted. We ordered pizza that night because no one wanted to eat leftovers & Mom definitely didn’t want to cook.
On Monday around lunchtime, Dan & I decided to head home so we could stop at a farmer’s market that I have been wanting to go to every time we drive up to PA. We also still had to go to the grocery store to get food for the week so it was going to be a long day. The weather was still beautiful on our drive back home so we left the top down. We arrived at the farmer’s market & checked out the things that they had, fresh baked pies, candies, breads, fruits, vegetables, etc. They also had a great selection of pumpkins but they were extremely over priced so Dan & I didn’t purchase ours that day; we decided to wait until we got back home. Here are some photos that I took:


I just had to get Lexi's picture in this little spot. :o)
Our trip up to PA was nice & busy. I really enjoyed spending time with my family & getting to see the alumni. Dan enjoyed golfing with some of his buddies & getting to see the guys that he played baseball with. We also won several items from the raffle, an under armor fleece for Dan, a toboggan, & 2 WU baseball hats. The tournament was a big hit, they had 100 golfers & at the end of the day, the team raised approximately $8,000. Thanks to everyone for coming out & supporting WU Baseball!

Sprain, Sprain, Go Away!

For those of you that befriended me on Facebook, you have already heard that I sprained my ankle last Sunday at Burke Lake Park. What you don’t know is the story behind it, so here you go…
S & I decided to try out Burke Lake at the recommendation of our office manager, Nancy, because she said it was so beautiful there & the trails were fun. S & I had never been so we decided to go for something different. We met at our office on Sunday morning at 8:30 a.m. & carpooled over. S found out the night before that in order to get into the Park you have to pay $8.00 per car, but only if you are not a Fairfax County resident. S & I are not so that was pretty annoying that we had to pay money just to run for 30 to 40 minutes. Thankfully, when we arrived it was too early for anyone to be in the booth so we got to slip right in without paying. Money!
We parked by the amphitheater & got out to stretch; it was freezing outside. We tried to do a warm up walk but then decided that we had better start running because the walk was not warming us up. After we started down the trail, I noticed that the trails were actual trails; I was thinking that they would be cement but they were actually dirt, rocks, leaves, branches, etc. Instantly I knew this was a bad idea & told Sandra to keep her eyes on her feet & watch out for rocks & branches because you can twist or sprain your ankle on that kind of terrain (ironic?). I started out liking Burke Lake because you were surrounded by trees & we were running along the lake which made it even prettier & of course colder. S & I’s training program required us to run a 30 to 40 minute run that day so I told S that we were going to go for 35 minutes because you always want to exceed the required time while training because if by chance you are having a bad run later on in the program you will be able to shorten your run that day because you are ahead of the program already & you won’t lose any training or time. S was fine with that so during our run, I was leading with S following, & every couple minutes I would ask how she was doing & she would say, “good.” This should have alarmed me because I have never heard S say “good” while we were running; usually it’s, “I have to stop & stretch my calves because they’re cramping;” “I can’t do it,” etc. but I just let it go & didn’t think anything of it until we only had 5 minutes left. When I asked her how she was doing she said, “I’m bored.” I told her to take the lead & S said, “but why?” My response, “because this is the longest run we have done since we started our training & you are not out of breath, you are not uncomfortable & you should be, so I told her to get in front & pick up the pace for the last 5 minutes. Shortly after S took the lead was when I went down like a load of shit (to quote my Dad). There was a rock that was sticking up from the dirt that I did not see & of course my ankle caught it & ended up rolling out; I fell on the palms of my hands & my right knee. I rolled over onto my butt & didn’t move for several minutes trying to let the throbbing in my ankle subside. While that was happening S was beside me & a family of 3 who were walking their dog stopped to help me, which was very sweet of them. I then checked my stop watch for the time & noticed that S & I only made it to 29:05. I looked up at S & showed her the watch & she said, “what?” I told her that we ran for 29:05 & then I said, “shit!” We were 6 minutes shy of our 35 minute run & I was pissed. S then commented to the family that I was the only one that would ever say that after I hurt myself. After a short rest, I stood up with the help of S & the kind man & started to walk normally. Everyone thought that I wouldn’t be able to move but thankfully I was OK...for a short period of time. I was thinking that once the family left, we could start running again but after a few seconds of walking, the pain set in & the throbbing started. It freakin’ hurt. As I gimped my way back to the car with S’s assistance, we decided to stop by CVS on our way home so I could get some supplies.
Once I got home, Dan helped me take off my shoe so I could start the icing process. After my shoe came off I was in so much pain that I just started sobbing. It felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife; I never remember my other sprains in high school feeling like this one. The entire time I had to ice I was completely miserable. It was a very long afternoon & a very long night.
On Monday morning I used Dan’s crutches so I could get around at work that day. By the end of the day, my armpits & hands were killing me from using the crutches. I seriously think they hurt more than they helped. On Tuesday I was using 1 crutch instead of 2. On Wednesday I was crutchless & very gimpy. Thursday was better but still pretty gimpy & Friday was the best day of the week. I was finally able to put a shoe on instead of wearing flips. I’m hoping my sprain improves by Sunday so I can at least try to jog; I’m not asking to be at full running speed, just some kind of normal movement would be nice. This whole process is very frustrating but I guess I should be thankful because it could’ve been worse: (1) I could’ve broken my ankle & been out for several weeks, if not months; and (2) I could’ve sprained my ankle closer to the 5K race & would not have been able to participate with the girls (that would’ve really upset me). I just have to keep in mind what my Dad always tells me, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
A special thanks goes out to my girls at the office for helping me all week & making me take it easy, even when I didn't want to. I can be very stubborn sometimes, as S has found out. I love you girls!

I’ll keep you all updated on my healing progress & my attempts at getting back into my running program. :o)

5K What?

Since Sandra Lue (S) & I have been running/working out after work lately, I came up with the idea of training & running in a race to keep us moving. S has never ran in an actual race before & has never really been an actual runner but she has been doing so well since we started & has not given up once. I have ran a few 5K races, one 10K race (with Dan), and I was addicted to running my last year of college when I would run daily with Sarie. She was the one that actually taught me to love running instead of just doing it as exercise. It is a great stress reliever for me & also boosts my confidence. So a few weeks ago, I talked to S & L (Leesie) & asked them if they wanted to run in the Centreville Turkey Trot 5K Race on Thanksgiving Day. Surprisingly, it did not take that much convincing. L’s response was “let’s do it!” S was a little less excited & said, “Alright, how far is a 5K?” We have also added a few more to our group, L’s husband, Chip, and S’s fiancé, Santiago, that will join us on race day. Unfortunately, Dan will not be joining us because he will be in WV carrying on the tradition with his Dad, brother & brother-in-law of hunting the morning of Thanksgiving. After the race, Lexi & I will drive up to WV to spend Thanksgiving with the in-laws.
After we signed up for the race, L & I found a workout program to help us train for the race which we start this week; it is a 6 week program. I’m so excited to be training/running in this race with some girlfriends which is something I’ve never done before; I’ve always either ran by myself or ran with Dan. Of course, when Dan runs in a race we don’t actually run together because he takes it so seriously. He leaves me behind as soon as we cross over the start line. I don’t blame him though, if I ran like he does, I would want to beat everyone that I could too.
Now that we have been training/running for over a week, I can share with you some of the funny things that happen during our runs. When S & I first started, she did not want to utter a word while running, meanwhile, there I am talking about the running rules that I listed in my previous post & asking her, “how are your feet?” “how is your breathing?” “does your side hurt?” “how are you doing girlie?” I would look back at her & she would give me a look like, “I’m going to seriously hurt you if you don’t shut up & let me concentrate on my breathing.” I got the hint after a while & closed my mouth but still uttered words of encouragement, i.e., “great job girlie!” “only 5 more minutes!” “you can do it!” “size 8 wedding dress here you come!” :o) One day we decided to run & do some endurance training so I took a 4 x 4 workout that my Dad does with his baseball team, which includes (1) back peddling; (2) karaoke; (3) jogging; and (4) side lunges. S was starting to lose energy while doing the last move, karaoke, so I broke out singing the song “Dancing Queen…young & free, only 17…” I thought this might help her but it actually just made her laugh to the point where she couldn’t run anymore. Last Friday when L was able to join us for a run, we were on our way back to the office & coming to a hill which I say to them, “don’t stop on a hill girls…don’t stop…don’t stop!” And then I break out singing Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’…hold on to that feelin’…street lights, people…!” They both laughed & everyone that was around either working out, walking their dogs, etc. stared at me like I was crazy. It was pretty funny & it served its purpose…to keep the girls running up the hill. I’ve had a lot of fun training with the girls & I’m sure I’ll have more stories to share as the race approaches.