Race Report: 2012 Jingle Bell Run 5K

Wait, you’re saying to yourself. Didn’t she say that her chiropractor made her swear off running?

Technically, yes.

But the 2010 Jingle Bell Run was my first-ever 5K, and the 2011 Jingle Bell Run was my triumphant return to running after having a baby, so the 2012 Jingle Bell Run felt like a necessity. It’s my runniversary.

Because I’d been so carefully following my chiropractor’s advice, and hadn’t actually been out running since July, I’d gone out running with Sheryl once a week for the past month, just to make sure I still had it. The race would be the proof of my functional fitness — do I really have a 5K in my pocket when I want it?

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Throwing A Wrench In The Works

Last month, at my regular visit, my chiropractor wrote me an order to go get a back x-ray. Since I’d started my regular adjustments when I was pregnant, she hadn’t been able to get an x-ray of my back — and since it was still bothering me so long after the pregnancy, she wanted to see what was going on with my spine.

X-ray imageSo, I got x-rayed at a local medical center, and brought copies of the films to her a week later. Turns out, I’m a nearly-unique snowflake.

“When God made you,” Dr. Smith began (and I had to consciously keep from rolling my eyes), “He decided, ‘Let’s give her an extra lumbar vertebra!'” Yep, turns out I am one of the few percent of the population that has an L6 vertebra. Not only that, but this extra vertebra is slightly offset, which is what’s been causing my constant low-level lower back pain.

Her plan for me, she said, was to continue my monthly adjustments and to monitor my discomfort. If the pain were to become worse, she said, we could look at CT scans and steroid injections — but she’d rather avoid that sort of thing unless it’s necessary.

I thought this might be a good time to bring up my recent running regimen. Good thing I did: her immediate response was, “That’s the worst thing you can do.” I tried to feel her out — is this a permanent thing? — by telling her how much I’d grown to love running.

“Well, you’re going to un-love it,” was her reply.

Shit.

I’d been running regularly with my bestie Sheryl for months! Through the winter and the spring, and into the sweltering summer. And now I had to quit cold-turkey?

Yep.

Sheryl and I were both sad, but we adjusted. We started attending the yoga class at work on Tuesdays (before which I weigh in at Weight Watchers, but I skip the meeting), and doing weight training on Thursdays. I walk alone on Mondays and Fridays, and she runs alone on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Surprisingly enough, it’s not the end of the world.

I’ve discovered that yoga is not only good for my super-tight hamstrings, but can also be a great body-weight strength-training workout, if done correctly. My core and triceps love me for a couple days after a good yoga session. Plus, I’d forgotten how much I enjoy lifting weights! It’s a super-short-term goal — I can do three more reps! — and it makes me feel good physically and mentally.

Since I don’t have as many Activity Points to eat through on a weekly basis, this shift in exercise level has made me refocus on eating according to Plan. I’ve been trying to forgo eating my Weekly Allowance Points, with positive results on the scale. I’ve also been noticing that my clothes fit better, and more so than just a five-pound weight loss could account for.

So, I guess that this horrible turn of events turned out to be a “blessing in disguise,” as usual. I’ve refocused on my diet, begun effectively cross-training, and have seen results. Maybe running wasn’t what I needed to reach my overall fitness and weight goals, after all. At least, maybe it wasn’t all I needed.

I visited my chiropractor again this past Friday, and straight-up asked her if I could start running again after I lose 20 or 25 pounds. Her answer was no. Running — and any other high-impact exercise — is permanently out of the question.

I suppose that I could see a specialist in sports medicine if I decided to get a second opinion… but I’m learning to live with a lack of running in my life. (Although I do miss having alone time with Sheryl.) I can set other goals for myself. I don’t have to be one of the 5% of the population who has finished a marathon.

I’m content with being the best version of myself that I can be.

Race Report: 2012 Get Luckey 5K

My blogging lately has been confined to monthly notes to/about Connor (and imported tweets from my Twitter feed). That means that I’ve completely missed out on writing about one of my few non-Connor activities: running.

To summarize: since I came back from maternity leave in late November, I’ve been running with my good friend Sheryl twice a week during our lunch breaks. We made it through all nine weeks of the Couch-to-5K program, run/walking the 2011 Jingle Bell Run (with Sheryl’s friend Don, who wrote the race report I failed to write) in 40:21 after only a few weeks on the program. The Get Luckey 5K on February 11 was our official post-C25K Let’s-Run-The-Whole-Thing race.

And we did.

ready to start!

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Proud Member of the Slow Runners Club

On Friday the 7th, I was honored to be a guest on the Slow Runners Club podcast with Zen Runner (aka Adam Tinkoff) and Eddie Marathon. We talked about my first 5K last month, and what the experience was like, among other related and unrelated tangents. I haven’t listened to the final edit yet, but hopefully Adam was able to make me sound a little less rambly and more like the seasoned podcaster he made me out to be!

Seriously, though — as I mentioned with Adam and Ed, I read a comment from someone on my Twitter feed that identifying as a runner is like identifying as a writer; if you don’t do it for a while, you tend to lose the identity. That was how I felt this past week; I ran on New Year’s Day, then didn’t run again until this evening. Talking with the guys on Friday really helped me to reinvigorate my identity as a runner.

(It still feels weird to even think that. I’m a runner? Me?)

Anyway, here’s Slow Runners Club Episode 5 for 7 January 2011. Enjoy!

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Race Report: 2010 Toledo Jingle Bell Run 5K

I was sitting in the parking lot of the movie theater, eating a banana behind the steering wheel of my car, watching runners and walkers of all ages trickle into the building.

“I’m sitting in the parking lot before my first 5K, eating my breakfast banana and watching the other runners arrive,” I tweeted. “Exciting, surreal.” And it really was.

I walked into the building, car key clicker looped onto my shoelaces, bib and timing tag in hand, looking for the flock of bright green shirts that would be my teammates (even though I only really knew one person on the Heartland team). Turns out they were right by the door, so I didn’t have to look far.

The Heartland team in their lime-neon green team shirts

I also found that the one person I knew was in charge of doling out the remaining green tech shirts, so she wasn’t going anywhere. We chatted while I got my timing tag on my shoe and my bib on my hoodie. While we chatted, I looked around at the other runners and realized that I really should have layered one of my thrift-store tech shirts under the new green one I got for my fundraising efforts. They say not to change anything up for the race, though, and wearing the hoodie and scarf over the tech shirt was how I’d been doing things, so it’s just as well.

As we chatted to pass the time, she asked me what my pace was. I hadn’t run the race last year, after all, so she was understandably curious. I only lied a little when I said I had an 11-minute mile (it’s actually about 12:15, but has been as low as 9:15 for shorter distances). She offered that, if I could run the whole 3.1 miles instead of run-walking, we could run together! I was doubtful, but was feeling the pre-race hype, so I agreed to try to pace her.

She also decided she wanted to be ON the starting line, instead of farther back in the pack. I had no place whatsoever being on the starting line — I might have actually enjoyed the experience more had I been ensconced in a swarm of fellow runners — but there we were.

And the gun went off, and there we went.

(Photo by Ferguson Photography)

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