Running In Place

C’mon Annalisa, let’s go baby!!

Man, I thought it was going to happen yesterday. I thought we were going to get our snow back. Somewhere around 2 PM, the freezing rain started to change over as the temperature started to drop. I threw on my silk long johns, fleece, and sneaks (and a few other items as well) and headed for the towpath to welcome the white stuff properly. The temp was mild, just enough below freezing to say so, but the gusts were really stong and it seemed like I was constantly fighting the shifting wind, so it was slow going - but felt great nonetheless. About this time that wonderful winter weather was teasing me, my tall handsome UPS dude was leaving a little token of affection in my garage (as pictured above). So. Every thing was falling into place. Right?

Wrong.

Sigh

So let me tell you something about my running. I lost alot. In the 2 months that I dicked around, I lost alot - of speed, fitness, confidence. You know, the whole time I was lazing around and just doing a run here and there, I just assumed that when I decided to really get going again things would just fall back into the place they were. Maybe not exactly where they were, I expected a little loss - but wow! Now that I’m back to running regularly, it’s humbling. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m the one who made the choice to put aside all my hard work and rest on my laurels (however few they may have been ). I’m just beginning again…again. Oh, and the psoas bursitis has started again. Back to the chiropractor.

In other life - I still love my new job on the cardiac unit! You know, there was much about my job at hospice that I loved, though after awhile it did overwhelm me, but one of the professional drawbacks of that particular job was that you tended to not use (and keep sharp) many of the nursing skills and assessments that are utilized in the clinical setting. Not to say that there isn’t specialized skill and knowledge to hospice nursing because there certainly is, but I felt the loss of things like not being confident to start an IV or read an EKG or even do CPR. So anyway, when I decided to do something different, I wanted to get back what I’d felt I’d lost, and I wanted to learn more more more - but I was scared! When I got up on that unit and thought about starting my first IV after nearly 5 years, I was sure my hands were going to shake - they shook thinking about it! When I sat down to do it, it was like oh yeah, my hands remember this, and I did it. Now things are rolling back into my head and my hands like crazy - plus I’m cramming new stuff in there - so it’s very exciting!

Maybe after not too long, my heart and legs and lungs will remember what they knew too. Maybe I haven’t lost so much as I’ve allowed it to sleep. Time to wake up.