Monday - Uneventful drive back to RI. Listened to books and didn't have to pull into a rest area to take a nap, I'll call that a win. I did forget to get the Black Butte Porter, Rachel has some for me from her last trip to the heartland. I stopped at the Kroger in OH instead of Meijer and didn't even look for non-Ohio beer. This is why I need a list. I was kinda bummed I couldn't go to the nifty craft beer store in Ann Arbor, but that would have worked my last nerve dealing with the traffic. I lived there I remember one Saturday leaving the house early and then getting stuck in football traffic, it felt like hours to go 8 miles.
Driving and unpacking once I got home. I'm getting pretty proficient at not packing too much stuff! My knee did the crumply thing after so many hours in the car. The last few through NJ and CT I can't rely on the cruise control because there are so many people on the road and I want to be away from them. I did manage to not yell and scream in frustration too terribly much. Going East over the Tapanzee was nice for a change! We have four lanes as the Westbound are now on the new bridge in their 4 lanes. Although they looked pretty backed up, who knows what that is all about. Took a bit of walking around and finally, things clicked back to where they are supposed to be, and I felt more stable walking around.
Tuesday - I woke up, ate breakfast and Jax and I took a nap. LAZY! Then I went on a run and still didn't feel quite right. Takes a while to unwind and get back into home mode. I'm glad I take the day after I drive back off. I dealt with some work eMail, I didn't bring my computer home, this limits me to what I can get done on the phone, which isn't much, and that is perfect. It was fun to run on sidewalks and be able to have lots of choices which direction I went. But that also makes it tough because I can cut my run short, my MI runs are some factor of 5 miles long due to the midwest farm grid. I did groan when I wasn't even at 2 miles and so ready to be done. The run after a long drive is always tough. I'm glad I got out there and did it. Plus it's so much nicer to take a shower when I feel like I earned it after sweating like a pig.
The son of a friend of Dave's gave him some clams. They looked pretty good. Dave ate two and there was one left, he decided Jax might like that as a treat. I wasn't in the mood for raw clam. I dumped this in Jax's food bowl and he took one sniff of it and looked at me like WTF is this crap? He ate a little then diligently picked out each bit of clam and plopped it on the floor. Well, I did need to wash the floor. Gus thought this was nifty and got a piece of clam, he was up and down starting at 2:30 a.m. Wednesday. Lucky me.... Jax stared daggers through me the rest of the night.
Thursday - I took a circuit training class at work, at lunch, that was fun, well fun if you like sweating and lifting weights and being generally uncomfortable for 45 minutes while Chris tries to get someone to bite on betting him 500 burpees on the Sox or the Yankees. I think that's baseball, and not really sure which would be the good bet, but based on the snickers and banter I think the Yankees are the better bet. At the end of class, I was certain it was 4 p.m. It wasn't it was 1 p.m. and I hadn't even had lunch yet. My mind is going, it really really is, I'm certain, or maybe it's Lyme disease.... blood tests will soon discover the true cause of my memory loss, never-ending or remedied aches, and fever.
Beer'd run with Rachel, or rather me chasing Rachel, which is fine. I don't put in the effort so I don't see the results. Kinda simple how that works!!
Gus got a walk and decided it would be good fun to poop a lot and on tall grass, making it hard for me to clean up. We ran out of bags and I directed him home. He pouted, in fact, he pouted until bedtime. I'm so mean. Jax went out for a short walk, he has a short attention span and is freaked out by everything in the dark... Poor guy.
|Whisker'd Wit with Pineapple|
Surprisingly tasty with the Pineapple, even for not fruit beer people!
Friday - Doc ordered the Lyme Panel and an Antinuclear Antibody Panel for the fatigue and constant joint pain and achiness. This came with the questions about anyone in the family has Lupus or Rheumatoid Arthritis, not to my knowledge. A cousin has Myasthenia gravis which is an autoimmune disease and another with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia which is starting to be classified as autoimmune, but that is a new classification. Of course, if I have anything I have Lyme, Darcy and Rob were diagnosed in their 30's with these things and I am 50.... probably I'm a hypochondriac who is stressed out over her knees and long-term running prospects, or it is Lyme.
Met with the Physical Therapist today. She was glad I filled in lots of information on the form, her initial suspicion with a PT order for Osteo Arthritis was that I would come shuffling in barely able to move. Clearly not my problem, I can move, my problem is I fall down when I start to run! ha ha. We got off to an awkward start as I do with most anyone I meet native to New England, it's clearly my odd personality combine with my sarcasm. Recently, I was told, "You are the most sarcastic coolest bitch." Clearly, this puts many people on their back foot. And that has to be one of the most awesome compliments I've received - believe me I WILL take you up on your offer to get drunk! Anyhow, back on my knees... She did a really thorough evaluation and I wasn't even sure how to answer some of the questions. About 1/2 through she said, my goal is to keep you running not stop you running, and that helped me relax. Because really, while I'm not a superstar I enjoy running, I enjoy the freedom it gives me and how easy it is to do. I love love love cycling, that takes way more time and planning and not something portable or frankly practical. Cycling is a nice way to spend the day.
The structure of my knees is not good for running, bottom line. She taped my right knee and left my left knee as is so I could feel the differences between my high patela condition and a more normal patella. After 4 miles of dog walks, I could tell the difference. Far easier to walk up the steps with pressure on my right knee. Fascinating. The human body I am in such awe of it!
|One of the many murals painted around town!|
I'm enjoying finding them.
Up and out Saturday morning to meet Sir George, George, and John for a 50-mile bike ride, the point of the ride was to get cider and donuts at Clyde's in Mystic CT. We started at the Richmond RI Town Hall and it was 22 miles to Clydes and 28 back. Sir George asked for some suggestions on roads and he picked the ones which worked with his route and they ended up being perfect. Because I managed to delete my ride, I paused the Garmin when we stopped with 3/4 of a mile to go to fix John's blown front tire. He hit a sharp pothole and POOF flat tire. It was nice to be on familiar roads but knowing that I had to bike back to my car to drive home made the last few miles tough. That and I am tired and someone turned up the heat! We missed a few hot August days so they are being made up in September. Seems like making up extra snow days in June?
|George, Sir George, Me, John|
Woke up late lacking motivation on Sunday. Got myself pulled together for a short bike ride to the beaches, stopping to watch the surfers at Misquamicut for a while then the rich people in Watch Hill while I munched on an ice cream cone, that's a good breakfast right? It has protein?
Enjoyable ride, I worked on the hill climbing suggestion Sir George gave me during our ride.
A bit more progress on the sweater. Gotham is back on, so there was some TV to knit to, but damn it's still a bit hot even for knitting on a baby sweater.
Finished "The Green Road" by Anne Enright - nice calm story, nothing exciting, really rather a pleasant story.
Started "Empty Mansions: The Mysterious Life of Huguette Clark and the Spending of a Great American Fortune" by Bill Dedman - fascinating, I feel bad for Huguette, born into unimaginable wealth and surrounding herself with people it seems who want her only for her money. But at the same time she is one smart cookie who knew what she was doing, as I'm getting towards the end it seems like those people I'm perceiving as leeches, latching on to what she can do for THEM, may actually be protecting her from a family she separated herself from. I need to borrow this on the Kindle so I can see the photographs. One never really knows WHY a house, a home, a mansion, a castle, an apartment on NY Upper East Side sits vacant, they have their stories to tell.
Feet: 24 (sneaking up on 1,165 for the year)
Saddle: 77 (sneaking up on 2,240 for the year)
Beth, with a little bit to contemplate running vs cycling and stupid high kneecaps.