It’s been rather rainy the last couple of days but last week my son and I got out for a couple walks with the dog. My son is very active and full of energy, and he’s been doing surprisingly well during this period of quarantine. In the past he’s been pretty busy with sports so I don’t always get a lot of one-on-one time with him. Now that he’s in isolation, he’s been coming around and chatting with me about whatever is on his mind at the time. Folks, I am loving it. And the fact that he loves getting outside to walk the dog is pretty awesome too. Our last trip out before the rain came was with Piper on a skateboard, pulling Luke. She was a little confused about how it was supposed to work, but towards the end she almost had the hang of it. Almost. And you can tell by the smile on her face below that she was absolutely loving the attention.
I feel like I’ve not been writing enough and I don’t want to let myself go too long without an update, so here goes.
First, I think a lot of my absence here is a result of not having quite adjusted to my new routine, and also not having a quiet, comfortable place to sit and write. I prefer writing with my laptop, but I rarely open it nowadays unless it’s for work related purposes. I have a corner in my living room that used to hold my laptop and crochet projects, and this is where I would unwind and tap out my thoughts on the blog. But now that corner is cluttered with work things, so I guess you could say my happy place is tainted. So what I decided to do is to untaint it. I’m decluttering my bedroom upstairs, where I have a charming secretary hutch and filing cabinet. So that area will now be my work space, and the living room corner will soon be restored to its peaceful, inspiring state.
Our dog, Piper, was sick this week. She had peed in the house a couple times, on carpeting, which she never does. She’s been known to piddle a little on linoleum when she’s excited, but this was different. Then we also noticed her tail was bent downwards, when it’s normally fully up and wagging. Dr. Google informed us that the tail was likely a sign that she was in pain. We called the vet and they said she probably had a urinary tract infection and to make sure she’s getting lots of fresh, clean water, and it would likely clear up on its own. Sure enough, within a day of monitoring her water quality and intake, she was back to her old self again. I just felt so bad that she was in pain. I’ve had UTIs before and the pain is no joke. She turns 5 tomorrow and we’re just happy she won’t be spending her birthday in misery. Because she knows it’s a special day, of course.
Life is slowing down some but I expect it will pick back up soon enough. I have lots more to update but I’ll probably do that once the office space shuffling is complete and I can sit and type on a normal keyboard. This phone typing I’m doing right now is annoying.
I hope you are having a lovely day and we’ll chat again soon!!
Today’s short run was fantastic! Barely had to walk at all, and foot drop feels like just a thing of the past. I can’t believe I’m calling 4 miles a short run, but I guess that just shows what progress I’ve made in this training process. What really struck me as interesting during this run is that my breathing was not labored, and I was still able to maintain a pace around 13 minutes per mile. The other exciting thing was that my feet and legs felt lighter, and my legs seemed almost like they were propelling me forward, almost wanting me to go faster. I had to fight that urge, because that’s what landed me on my face last time. The cooler weather is nice too. Overall it was just a really great run, and I feel like I’m finding my rhythm, my groove.
The thing that has me a little perplexed is Friday’s scheduled run. My plan has me running 12 miles. TWELVE MILES! Aside from that being a really freaking long distance for me to run, I don’t even know WHERE I could run from my house that could get me to 6 miles, so that running there and back would bring me to twelve. I do have a decent 8 mile route, 4 out and back, so I guess I could shorten it to 3 miles out and back and just run it twice. That’s 12, right? I’m making a huge deal about that number, but I am curious to see how my body holds up to it, since I’ll be running 13.1 in just 25 days EEK!
I don’t know if you can tell in the photo above, but Piper is wearing a hoodie. Luke has one he wears with the sleeves cut off and the kids thought it would be fun to put it on the dog. Turns out, she doesn’t hate it, and it really seems to calm her down. She’s a high anxiety dog, and when we told our vet about the sweater, she said she would really benefit from a thunder coat, which would fit her better since they are designed specifically for dogs. So we’ve looked at them and will probably buy one for her soon. In other news, I added a pet category to our monthly budget so we can stop using our food budget to buy Kong balls and dog treats. HA!
Now I’m going to let you go because I have banana bread in the oven and the heavenly smell has me wanting to snuggle up in my recliner with a cup of coffee and a good book. Have a great day, friends!
Our house came with a really awesome metal gazebo thing on the back deck. It had a cover, and when it ripped we replaced it. Then it ripped again, we replaced it again. That one ripped… I think we are on our 4th cover, but we are crossing our fingers that this one will last a little longer. Our backyard is in a wind tunnel so it gets some rough treatment. We shall see.
All this to say that one of my favorite spots at this house is on that back deck, under the gazebo. Since we put up a new cover I’ve been spending every morning out there. Piper loves it because she can play with her ball while I read my Bible and drink my skinny coffee and chocolate greens. Today was no different than any other day, except that when I first walked out I noticed it was sprinkling a little. No worries, right? What’s a little sprinkle when you are under a canopy? But within a few minutes it had turned into a downpour. Even Piper was unwilling to stay out in that mess and she quickly led me to the door to go back inside.
I am finding lately that I can handle a little change in plans. I can’t remember the last time I had a panic attack, and I know that’s a miracle. I can’t take any credit for that because all I’ve done is lean into God’s arms and let Him change me from the inside out.
Rather than be upset about having to go inside, I was okay with the change. And it turned out even better, because my son happened to come downstairs for breakfast and we ended up just sitting and talking. He’s really great to spend time with when he’s not being an energetic spaz, and I’m sure to tell him that (wink wink). We ended our little impromptu time together with some Xbox Kinect fitness game. He beat me on all the challenges except for the last one. Mom’s gotta win sometimes, right?
There’s a moral somewhere in this mundane story. I think the lesson is that sometimes our plans don’t work out, but when they don’t, we need to be on the lookout for the positive, the silver lining. If I had not been forced back inside the house, I would have missed that opportunity to spend that quality time with my son. So sometimes failed plans open us up to better opportunities. But we must be open to seeing them. So there. Stick that in your back pocket. It may come in handy some day.
We were doing our exercises and Piper wanted to join in. I think this is her version of a plank. Not too shabby for a first try!
Piper looks like she’s mad, doesn’t she? Probably cuz I didn’t bring her with me on this run. She’s passive-aggressive just like her momma lol.
It felt great to get back to running after my 8 mile fail a couple weeks ago! The knee is healing but I wrapped it for this run just to be on the safer side. I’ve been trying to be careful while staying active with walks and home exercises. The safest bet would be to keep resting it but I’m stubborn and I missed running!
So small steps, slow, short runs, compression wraps, and ice afterwards and I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll be able to keep training for that half. The good news is that though it gave me a couple twinges during the run, the pain didn’t last and the knee feels great now! Yay for healing bodies!
In other but sort of related news, I’m really excited to share with y’all some of the changes I’ve been making with my health. I’ll try to get a post up about that tomorrow. Stay tuned and happy Friday folks!
My current running goal is to complete a half marathon. I have one picked out for September 22, and based on my fitness level my Runkeeper app tells me my training should start… two days ago. But better late than never, right? Today I jogged a sluggish 3 miles. Three laps around the neighborhood. The sun was out, the wind was friendly enough, and I was feeling pretty solid.
Until I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk on that third lap. Peed my pants a little, but I caught myself! And the near fall seemed to boost my adrenaline, giving me the oomph I needed to finish that last mile. So it was a great run, overall. And Piper, as you can see, was really happy to have me back!
The other day we observed what we believe to be Piper’s birthday. She’s four years old now, so to celebrate we gave her a new squeaky Kong. She spent all day with that Kong, and miraculously the squeaker was still functioning at the end of the day. So when hubby was trying to take a quick nap before driving the kiddos to Grandma’s house, she was making quite the racket outside in the hallway. I was across the hall working on laundry so I took the ball from her and placed it on top of the dryer. When I was done in the laundry room I took the ball and brought it downstairs before giving it back to her.
Fast forward a few days… now every time I walk upstairs, she leads me right back to the laundry room. To beg for a ball that isn’t there (pictured left). I think she must believe that’s where we are hiding them now (we buy a bunch at a time and keep them in our bedroom closet). Either that or she thinks the washer magically produces squeaky Kong balls. Wouldn’t that be a dog’s dream come true?
I honestly don’t know when I became a dog person, but there’s no doubt it happened. I suppose I can live with that.
I ran with my dog again today. I had run with her once before, but it was a much shorter run. This time I just kept lapping around the neighborhood, with a couple detours to dispose of doggie poo (twice!) and to avoid a FedEx truck (she loves those delivery drivers). I didn’t start out intending to run a long run, but she sort of motivated me?
What’s funny about running with Piper is that she’s not really running. I’m the only one running, and she’s just trotting along. When she tries to stop to sniff things or mark the territory, I just give the leash a little tug and keep on moving. So she didn’t really slow me down, other than having to stop to pick up the poo and walk it to the trash (I refuse to run with a swinging bag of dog poo).
Piper is just a happy dog, and she makes for good company. I sort of wanted to keep running to see if I could tire her out. She always seems to have limitless energy. I don’t think I tired her out, but she did seem a lot less eager as we entered that fourth mile. I have no doubt she will nap happily the rest of the afternoon.
Either I’m crazy, talking like this, or my husband is right: I’ve become a Dog Person.
The kids kept telling me that Piper needs a bath, so we made that happen! Since it was super hot out, and Mike already had the hose out, we thought it would be a good idea to just hose her down in the backyard. She wasn’t sure at first what was happening but she settled into it fairly quickly. I don’t know if you can tell in this photo, but she’s smiling big. With a ball in her mouth.