Hard Work Pays Dividends

December 19, 2011 § 5 Comments

I was so anxious to get out there and play by the rules for Saturday’s big run that I didn’t check the weather before I left.  It was cold (40) and windy! I was not prepared. I would have been fine had I dressed properly, but my short sleeve Run Swiftly under my long sleeve race shirt wasn’t enough.

My weather checking habit had thus far ensured that I’d been properly dressed for 99.9% of my running excursions, so I chalked up the experience (of a freezing cold run) as another lesson learned. Sometimes we need to be reminded of the things we already know.

My attempt to slow down was another needed reminder. I was on the road for 3 hours and 12 minutes for a 13.1 mile run. It was much too long for the mileage, but I did notice that I felt much better and stronger for miles 9-13. I think it’s probably true that slowing down has benefits, but the first 10 miles of my run were so boring! I spent a lot of that time cursing the cold, smiling with eyes closed to feel the sun when it decided to poke through, and contemplating the possibility that books on tape might help this whole process. I haven’t had time to read an actual book since the Twilight series in the Summer of 2008. Have you ever heard anything so sad?

One tidbit regarding the slow long run that no one offered up is that despite the turtley pace, your body will still hurt. This makes sense, because anything you do for 3 hours straight is going to cause pain. I still felt my right hip flexor flare and my outer big toes were swollen and tender once my sneakers came off. No matter the speed, distance running is hard work.

At the library this week I checked out one of Hal Higdon’s running books, Running after 40. I was able to read a bit of the chapter on training and it hit home the lesson that consistency is key. I do believe that I’m being consistent with my training, so I’m going to continue to hold out hope that the end result will be accomplishing the 26.2 monster.

Consistency in other areas is proving more difficult and much of my normal schedule has been thrown off.

Both of my kids have been sick since Thursday. Most moms give Benadryl and Ibuprofen to their sickies, and maybe a lesson on proper nose blowing (close your mouth and pretend to blow out a birthday candle with your nose).

For me, since my sweet Sophie has asthma, it also entails a lot of nebulizer treatments and wincing at the sound of wretched coughing fits.

In the Fall, we had our girl tested for allergies in the hope that we could get the asthma to take a hiatus. Besides multiple daily injection for the next few years (yes, years), we decided that the way we are managing is the best for her. I can’t imagine the trauma of multiple daily shots for a child. It was hard enough for me when going through IVF and that was only temporary and I was an adult who would have done anything for my babies.

The fact that I haven’t slept a full night since Thursday is fine. Last night at bedtime, when the coughing was so bad, I curled up next to my daughter and held the ducky mask to her face while she slept.  Her hands were holding tight to her woobies that had just been given a bath to remove the throw up smell from last nights overpowering coughing attack. I snuggled in close and waited 45 minutes for the medicine to be all used up and for her breathing to look less labored. I occasionally rolled over to peek at Grace who is used to sleeping through the deafening sound of the nebulizers’ motor.

Most of this week I’ve felt like a human fly strip, except instead of catching flies, I am catching germs (visualizing which ones are sticking). Coughs and sneezes have been hurled at me from close range. Dripping noses (and fingers that have been in those noses) have been wiped on me. Motherhood is a dirty, dirty job.

When Sophie woke up coughing at 4:30 this morning, my nurse mom reflexes went through the motions. I disassembled the ducky mask to fill the plastic port with the albuterol and pulmocort. It was completely dark, but I’ve gotten really good and really fast (even without light). Sophie’s neck rested on my left bicep and I wrapped my forearm around her face so my hand could hold the mask, flush against her nose. She was awake, but peaceful and calm once situated and the medicine was misting. Grace’s little feet were squeezed in the small of my back for warmth and she snuggled up to my right side, still asleep. I lay there with my body contorted, tilted on my side from those small feet, with my left arm starting to go numb.

By the time the medicine was finished and the cough had ceased, sickie and I stayed in bed for a minute more with the noise of the nebulizer turned off.

Sophie turned her head to look me in the eyes and said, “I have to give you something.”

She leaned in to kiss my cheek with a tiny but determined smack; then the other cheek, my nose and finally my forehead.

I asked her if she “did that” because I was taking care of her or because she loves me.

She said it was because she loves me.

I might not bring home a big paycheck for the work I do, but I am paid in a different kind of currency that yields big dividends.

Don’t tell Brian, but I may never go back to work.

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§ 5 Responses to Hard Work Pays Dividends

  • recipeforabeautifullife says:

    When I was training for a marathon I listened to books on my iPod and it really helped keep me entertained on long runs. I definitely recommend it!

  • jonesingafter40 says:

    I would accept that kind of paycheck any day of the week. Hope your sickie gets some relief.

  • auntieket says:

    Gosh , That asthma is a B—-ch! Have you tried an air purifier? I cant think of anything else except having lots of onions around the house. They are supposed to be sponges for bacteria and viruses. Don’t know if there’s any facts behind the legend but it might be worth a try. ❤

  • jillkfarmer says:

    I just discovered your blog and I’m very much enjoying it! I’m the mom of a 14 month old who just ran her first marathon in November. What a journey it was!! I ran embarrassingly slow but I had a smile on my face about 90% of the way thanks to the awesome crowds in NYC and a bracelet bearing my daughter’s initial that reminded me that I was doing something I never thought possible in the hopes that she would know that anything is. Best of luck to you!

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