I am running every day again. Thank heavens for some endorphins!! The mileage is low for me and the intensity is even lower, but the feet are holding steady so I am not complaining. I am feeling great as I get out of bed in the mornings and the feet are feeling almost 100% on the runs. As I told my coach today, on a scale from 1 to 10 with 10 being "completely perfect, can't feel even the slightest niggle" and 1 being "hurts to run, hurts to walk, Josh picking me up crying on the side of the road", I would say one foot is at a 9 and one foot is at an 8. They have not gotten any worse since the first run and are feeling less tender after the runs as each day goes by, so I am feeling pretty hopeful that this is almost behind me.
I did 8x100m strides yesterday after a short, easy run and it felt incredible to run fast. And on Saturday I get to run DOUBLE DIGITS. We are building slowly, slowly, sloooooooowly which I know is the smart way to do it.
I will feel even better when I can say both feet are at a 10, but I am grateful for progress and am believing that this break will be a good thing in the big picture of my running. Houston is going to be GOOD. :)
In family news, the kids are in full swing of school. Shane ran an 8:04 in his 1.5 mile cross country race this week (he is in 8th grade). The kid is pretty dang fast.
But even bigger than that is that my Noah went to preschool two days this week! I was super nervous and emotional about it (which I usually am not about this stuff). He has had therapists coming to the house for the past four years and we decided this year to try to do much of his therapy in the preschool setting. If he starts getting sick a lot, we will have to change it back to the house, but we felt like this was a good thing for him to experience.
He is four and a half years old and he is visually impaired, walks like a peg-legged pirate (it is super cute), is visually impaired, is almost completely tube fed, and only says a handful of words that most people can understand. I worried he would cry, I worried he would think I left him, I worried the kids wouldn't be nice to him, I worried the teachers wouldn't understand him... I worried! And he did GREAT. He played with kids and his aid is wonderful and the teachers love him and he didn't cry at all. I cried twice. Ok fine... three times. Along with being nervous I was also just so grateful - the little baby we were told may never even be able to sit up on his own walked through the front door of preschool. He has come SO far in the four years we have had him.
Between Noah going to preschool and Sadies going to college in the same month, it is a dang good thing I can run again. Parenthood is NOT for the faint of heart.
Here is some cuteness for you. :)
|On his way to the first day of preschool!|
|Hanging out with Destinee :)|
Tomorrow afternoon I will be drawing three more winners in my fundraising giveaway for Girls Gotta Run Foundation! If you would like a chance to win one or more of the may awesome prizes still available, all you have to do is GO HERE AND DONATE at least $10 and then leave me a comment below and let me know how much you donated (or you can email me at fullhouse mom at gmail dot com and let me know). Every $5 is one entry.
****If you go to the Girls Gotta Run Foundation website and commit to being a monthly donor you will get 50 entries in the giveaway. Leave a comment and let me know if you do!! Monthly donors are greatly needed. *******
We are almost at $2000 raised to help support young female runners in Ethiopia. Thanks so much for all your help. I would be most grateful if you would help spread the word about this giveaway on your blog, social media, etc.