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The Time I Recapped My Thanksgiving Weekend

Many of us have dealt with people close to us preaching the reasons we shouldn't run.

Many of you made really good points -- I loved SweatyKid's input (paraphrasing) that of course runners comprise the group of people who are vocal about joint issues in their later years -- after all, they are the people who are trying to run on those joints!  The dude who never ran in his life doesn't complain about being unable to run in his 60's because he still isn't trying to run.  And if he tried running for the first time at age 60, he would also probably have joint issues.  Harumph.

Still, the fact that so many people commiserated with my "running-is-dangerous" warning from a loved one made me wonder -- not about how nice it was to have a lot of support in the form of shared experiences -- but wonder whether we are all huddled in this little circle of nodding heads, assuring each other that running long distance is SO healthy and everyone else is an AMERICAN who loves couches and McDonalds (exaggeration for effect).

I wondered this, but I don't believe it.  I can't.  Listen, you don't run at least once EVERY SINGLE WEEK of every single year of your life for 15 years (give or take 5 multi-week injuries) and suddenly give it up.  I will never give it up.  I can run more smartly, and goodness, I have.  I went from running 7 days a week in college, to 3-5 days a week the last 4 years of my life.  It works for me.  I have a guaranteed good dose of anti-depressants and happy-heart medication constantly.  

Non-segue segue attempt: here is the recap of the rest of my Thanksgiving weekend.

First, extra pictures of Thanksgiving.


The pretty table

Hanging out

Somebody's jealous of my blurry face

I'm full just looking at this


After The Thanksgiving That Sucked, I sneezed through Friday (sickness zenith) and watched The Muppets movie (I only mildly appreciated it, and because of a whopping 98% rating on rottentomatoes.com, this translated into me HATING the movie due to high expectations.  If you think it is cute when a character constantly looks at the camera to remind you that it knows it is in a movie, then solid.  You will love it). 

I also hit up Target in the evening to enjoy the spectacle of lingering Black Friday-ers at 10:00p.m., and brilliantly bought a new bright shirt to wear to CIM on Sunday.

This is more purple-ish in real life.


And professional $2.50 arm warmers (long socks to be scissored for my hands).  Who's smart now? (Hoping they don't slide down and become a horrible nuisance).




Saturday: friends and the movie Hugo.  Visually beautiful.....plotwise, pointless.  I should just go see Moneyball, Super 8, or Harry Potter again so I can leave the theater satisfied.

Sunday: Costco trip, to show my mom the LCD TV we want for Christmas.  We currently rock a TV from the late 90's that is as deep as it is tall (i.e. NOT flatscreen).   My mom convinced us to take the TV of choice home that day as an early gift....so we did....and the strangest thing happened.

We set the TV up in our simple little living room.  We stared at it.  We turned it on and watched 20 minutes of Iron Man 2.  We got.....really....uncomfortable.


47 Inches and $650.  And, uh, that creature is adorable.


It was painful.  We went stir-crazy.  "What is going on!? Why do I feel so strange?! This TV is making me feel bad about myself!"

The pressure to look at this enourmous black box was sucking away at my soul!

What did we do?  We decided it would have to be returned.  Then we got the heck out of our suffocating living room to regroup in the fresh air of Longs Drugstore.

It worked.  I felt so much better away from the TV.  We came home and realized it wasn't so scary after all, and we just might keep it.

And then we both had nightmares about the TV.  Specifically, I had two nightmares about the number 47 (ahem, the size in inches of the TV).


Psychologists in the house: what the heck was this episode all about!?  It wasn't buyers remorse -- I left Costco happy with the purchase.  It was something so much stranger.  Any comparable stories to share?

RUNNING

If I blogged solely based on what I was thinking, this post would look like this:  "Ugh my hip.  It felt good for 16 minutes! Nope, I was wrong, my hip still sucks.  Wait, I found this stretch on the internet, I think my hip is better! Ope, ouch no, no my hip still sucks."

But I blog based on my thoughts, mixed with an attempt to not be boring, and simply, injuries are boring to read about.  Also boring is runners' anxiety and dithering about body issues prior to races.  So you are sort of spared.  Sort of, because I will still say that for those of you looking out for me and truly curious: the hip issue is stagnant.  I am approaching the 5th week of it feeling exactly the same.  First 3 miles of any run is stiff and uncomfortable -- then it loosens up and feels good through about mile 10 or 12. 

I've taken all sorts of days off.  Tried strange yoga poses and sat in bathtubs for MINUTES.  Aaaand scene.  No more hip talk.

Thursday: 15 miles; 3 laps around Lake Merritt, run to the track for one 6:13 min/mile, run home.
Friday: 6 miles; sinus headache demands that I cut this short.
Saturday: none
Sunday: none
Monday: 8 miles on the treadmill, 5 at 6:58 min/mile pace (thinking 7:00 min/mile might be my goal marathon pace?  Still debating my goals....)

TBA: how to track me at CIM if you are interested, and what the heck my plan/goal is for the Marathon in....tick, tick tick... 5 days,