Hello May! and holy mackerel where did April go to?
We had a smashing good weekend. Had all 4 kids home together for a few hours, celebrated my husband's birthday, went on my first road bike ride this year early Sat morning, did a bit of relaxing and made a good dent in the yard/house spring cleaning.
It was fantastic to get back on the road bike again. It was only a month ago while away on vacation that I rode it almost everyday. In fact, I rode 500 miles in the 2 weeks while I was away.
My bike missed me I could tell.
The ride was a bit cool with temp just over the freezing mark but with little wind. I wore gloves instead of mitts- bad decision but I survived and still have all 10 digits. Toes got pretty cold on the way home even with toe covers but they survived too. I have 2 black toe nails from my marathon a couple weeks ago so maybe they are toughening up.
Hubby's birthday cake was a peanut butter cup pie. It was the first time I made this particular recipe and I was skeptical about the filling but after licking the spoon and then the bowl, I knew it was a winner. I will be making it again.
On the training front- I have to confess, things have been pretty sporadic. I feel like I am just not on my feet again and recovered from my cold. I am still blowing my nose endlessly and just feel so tired out a lot of the time. It has been just over 2 weeks and quite frankly, I am getting tired of being tired. I need my energy back.
I had some nice runs and bike rides but they have been easy and I have stayed pretty close to home.
I was pretty darn serious about running in the Spruce Woods Ultra held on May 13th but my daughter is in a major drama production "The Lion King" at school and they are performing that weekend so we will be opting out of the ultra this year. I was a bit unsure about it at first but was truly disappointed when I found out the date of the drama and knew that I couldn't run. The drama is typically the 3rd weekend in May so I had not even thought about it interfering. Oh well. With the way I have been feeling, sometimes things just work out the way they are supposed to right?
A couple days ago marked the anniversary of my daughter having her wisdom teeth removed. Normally, this isn't really an anniversary to remember but later that day (2 years ago) after the extraction, she lost consciousness and suffered a concussion that has had lasting effects. The worst of these effects has been chronic migraines. She has had a headache everyday since her concussion and usually about once every month or so, suffers with a severe migraine that takes up to a week to break. Interesting enough, she is in bed as I write this, waiting for the migraine to break. It has been painfully hard to see my child suffer and have to rearrange her goals and plans for post grade 12 and her future. We have sought out medical assistance in every imaginable way to find few answers and no solution to her headaches. Last year alone, we travelled almost 11 000 kms to attend various appointments. Only to really be told to give it time.
A weird anniversary to think about and when she reminded me of it the other day, I told her I didn't want to talk about it or think about it. It was a horrible time and I still can't think of that 24 hours of stitches, ambulance rides, testing and her unbearable agony without getting really upset. I try to forget and here she is asking me to remember. I began to understand that in her mind and those who have also suffered injury, loss, rehabilitation or other life changing event, the anniversary marks something very special. She has had to fight really hard. Lots of appointments, constant road blocks and dead ends. Not to mention the loss of friends (who don't understand), the loss of her planned future and the loss of the the joy of young adulthood. It has been a real roller coaster. And somewhere deep inside, she has had to dig real deep, many, many times to stay positive and upbeat, to have patience and faith. The burden has been many times overwhelming and in her words she said "I have had a headache for 730 days but I have also been courageous, shown perseverance and been tested to my limits in those 730 days and I have survived."
So for those of you who are in the trenches and those fighting along side their loved ones- don't give up, stay strong and celebrate the victory of courage and determination. I think I will take her flowers and a Dairy Queen blizzard tonight and tell her how proud I am of her.
Hope you have a great day!