bad day

Isn’t it Ironic?

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Trust me, it’s not funny, and I’m not laughing. So yesterday we took Bella to Doggy Daycare. First time back since December when she went and ripped her paws. I’d been wary about her going back but I didn’t want her home alone all day and we had to drop my car off at the shop that night so it was going to be a long time she was alone. I decided it would be ok that she went back to daycare. I even warned the guy that she needs to take breaks throughout the day and kind of watch her paws.

I picked her up after work and she was all smiles and happy tail wags. When I got home I examined her paws and yep. Two paws, ripped again. GAWD!! So I trimmed the skin flap (I know, it’s gross) and put the paw medicine on and then she slept in her crate while we took my car in. She was exhausted after her play day. I was so upset that she was injured again!

We were dropping my car off preemptively. The battery light had come on a few times the last month or two and while it didn’t stay on, I wanted to get it checked before I got stranded somewhere. Smart thinking, right? Friday comes around and Bella is limping so I call in to work and tell them I’ll be late. I take Miss Bell in Michael’s car to the vet.

First the good news. Bella is ok. The vet said I trimmed them up pretty well and she just trimmed a little bit more. She didn’t wrap Bella’s paws this time and said that they should heal into calluses within a week. I asked her why this keeps happening. Is it a puppy thing? Is a breed thing? Are we doing something wrong? She said that some dogs just have soft paws. She examined Bella and said that her paws were very soft and we’d probably be dealing with this her whole life. Hopefully she’ll build up some calluses so that they are a little tougher but don’t hold your breathe, basically. Even better news: it wasn’t going to cost over $100 like it did last time.

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Bella and I left and I planned on giving her the pain meds, the paw cream and then letting her sleep a bit before taking off for work. It was around 9am at this time. I was driving on the freeway and then all of a sudden Michael’s car died. Like it was still moving at 70+ miles down the freeway but there was no power, no gas, making it move. It kind of lurched forward and then the gas worked again. I kept driving and it did it again. I pulled over to the shoulder, turned off the car and then restarted it. It drove okay for a minute then it did it again. We played this game three times on the freeway and I was finally able to get OFF the freeway and then coast down the street where I could pull over.

Dead car. Long story short, my car was in the shop, Michael’s car just died about 2 miles from our house but Bella was injured so there was no way we could just walk home. The tow truck came (thankfully it was covered by Michael’s insurance) and we got towed to the Volkswagen dealership.

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Bella couldn’t be in the cab of the tow truck so she had to stay in the car. It was a VERY anxious 10 minute drive to the shop. Talk about anxiety. I kept watching the car out the back. I know, I’m neurotic. Dropped the car off and thankfully a friend was available to pick us up and take us home. I am so glad!

Got home, gave Bella some medicine and she took a nap while I went for a run. Thankfully it was sunny and warm outside. I was in a CRABBY mood!! Talk about everything happening all at one time. Crappy! Since school was in session I couldn’t go to the track so I did a run around the neighborhood. I did an old route that I used to do back in the day (minus the longer side streets that are really hilly).

The run definitely sorted out my mood. But I want to talk about the Couch to 5K app for a second. I went to Week 6 on the app and there was a HUGE JUMP. It went from running intervals of 5-6 minutes at a time, then walking, then running again to 20 MINUTES OF RUNNING. The app had me do a 5 minute warmup, then run for 20 minutes, then 5 minute cool down. What?!? That’s kind of a big jump. Why not go to 10 minutes of running with walking breaks? What the hell?

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So I ignored the Couch to 5k app and just ran outside, listening to my body. I took a LOT of walking breaks but I’m okay with that. As long as I’m not having knee pain on my run I’m happy. The weather was so nice and I was able to forgot about all the crap that happened. I just enjoyed the quiet scenery of the neighborhood, checked out the blooming gardens and listened to upbeat music that makes me happy (ahem, Justin Timberlake).

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I was about a mile from home and decided I was going to stop at 7-11 for a treat. I tell ya, I needed a pick me up! It was too late in the day for an iced coffee so I got the next best thing and jog/walked the rest of the way home.

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In the home stretch my hips were tightening up a bit but I wasn’t in pain, so that’s good. It’s amazing how liberating a good run is. I felt so much better about everything in general. Or, I was able to block it out and live in denial and just be in the moment instead of thinking of all the horrible things (that are very expensive) that I’m going to have to deal with. Anyway, here was my stats:

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I finished up my run with about 10 minutes of stretching and yoga poses in my living room. Iced my knees, cleaned up, ate lunch. Bella is napping on our bed. My poor B. πŸ™ So that’s my crappy day. Hope yours was better.


It’s Early in the Morning

It’s early in the morning…

The changing seasons mean more darkness when I get out of bed. It’s harder to get out of bed, especially with Fat Kitty warm and purring by my side. He helps me pump my bike tires even though I’m barely awake.

I peek my head out the window to see if it’s raining. It’s rained all week long. The roads are dark and wet but it’s not raining. Yet.

I zip up my warmer rain jacket, lower my helmet onto my head and clip into my bike. I’m off. It’s not even 7 a.m. yet and I’m on the road. It’s quiet out on our little street. The kids wait for the school bus, their parents are still in their warm houses, and I’m biking through the neighborhood on my way to work.

I started doing this to train. I love my car, I love the convenience of getting place quickly. It surprises me when I realize how much I love being car-free on days I ride to work. It is just me and the early morning air, this time very cold, and my bike. I continue biking to work long after the race is over. I’m saving money on gas (which is expensive here in Portland), a few times a week I am one less car on the road, and I am getting in a two hour workout by riding to and from work.

Biking makes my legs lean and strong. My stomach has shrunk a little bit over the summer of hard training. I am feeling stronger and more confident.

It’s dark…

I have a head lamp jerry-rigged on my bike handles because I don’t have a proper light. Safety is my number one concern. I want cars to see me in the darkness of the morning.

A light rain starts and it is cool on my face. I’m not cold because my rain jacket traps the heat in. I peddle along. I feel slow. I have not been on the bike in over two weeks. I focus on the road, cautiously because the roads are a bit wet. I do not think about anything in my hour long commute but the road in front of me. It is a nice change.

By the time I make it to OMSI on the Springwater Trail it is light out. The rain has stopped. I feel damp but not uncomfortable. I make it to the office with a decent time despite the cautious pace I was keeping.

Morning Stats:
Time: 57 minutes
Calories Burned: 483
Distance: 12.18 miles

I’m wet. I do not have a fender on my bike so my clothes are damp and muddy. No worries, I have a change of dry clothes at the office. I hope for dry skies on my commute home. At least it won’t be dark.


I dress in my gear–rain jacket and long pants. No more riding home in the afternoon in just my shorts and jersey. I head toward the waterfront, even though the Occupy Portland protesters were down there.

There are thousands of people downtown, starting at Waterfront Park. There is no way I could ride my bike through there so I take a detour.

I bike passed Portland Police officers and the crowds clear. The march is moving on from the Waterfront.

It’s clear sailing the rest of the way. It’s brisk out but the gray sunshine was bright. I’m a bit tired from the week. I feel slow on the bike.

Four miles in it starts to rain and it is a steady downpour for the remaining 8 miles.

It is not what I would call a fun way to end the day. I get home and Michael has the door open for me, snacks ready and a kiss. It makes me feel a bit better.

I get out of my soaked clothes and take a hot shower, feeling unhappy. It isn’t a good day.

Afternoon Stats:
Time: 58 minutes
Calories Burned: 465
Distance: 12.16 miles

Total Distance: 24.34 miles.

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