Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I don't even know where to start. I guess we'll start with the b00b. It is 900 million times better. The antibiotics knocked the infection out pretty quickly. I have no soreness at all anymore and just feel a tiny bit of residual lumpiness. My milk supply is back up to normal, which is good because this week I'm thrust right back into ful-time work. All through the mastitis I managed to maintain peanut's 100% breastmilk diet so I am happy about that.
The one tough thing is that since I was home with peanut 4 out of 5 days last work week, he has reverted and is even more clingy than he was the week before. And I had a taste of being home with him again and my feelings about working reverted too. I miss him terribly and I am feeling much more intolerant of his inability to nap well at the sitter's. I am also feeling very frustrated at night. My window to eat dinner, spend quality time with mrp, wind down, take care of day-to-day personal business seems to be getting shorter and shorter every night. Peanut is demanding more time to go to sleep--last night was about 90 minutes and then is sleeping for shorter and shorter stretches alone. Last night was about 1/2 an hour, just enough time for me to finish dinner and that's it. I tried getting him back to sleep, but my efforts were futile. I carried a semi-asleep peanut around while I brushed my teeth, took my antibiotics and vitamins, found something to read and hit the bed at 9:15. I love peanut, but this is becoming unworkable. Something's got to give.
In other news, I happened to catch one of my local blog acquaintences blogs on Saturday and read that at 30 years old she has been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. She has two little boys, a career, and is a very good runner. The only symptom she had was knee pain! She would never have found out about the cancer so early if she wasn't a runner. Goes to show running has more benefits than most people think! Check out her blog and wish her well over here: backfrombaby.blogspot.com.
On a more happy note, the amazing 100 mile girl, Meghan is off to Morrocco to run a 250k through the Sahara! I am so excited for her! I wish her lots of luck and I can't wait to see the amazing pictures! You can go check out her adventures and wish her well here: meghanscrookedtrails.blogspot.com.
As for me, my running has taken a slight hit the last couple weeks between this cold (which is in its third week!) and the mastitis. I missed one hard run both weeks and about 6-10 miles each week. Not too bad all things considered.
Here are the numbers for last week:
Mon: 8 miles with peanut and BOB (8:45)
Tue: 7.75 including 4 x 1:00, 1:00, 2:00 fartlek with 1/2 time rest + 4 x :20 HARD! Ran with CV and still haven't forgiven her for convincing me to wear a long sleeve shirt on a 65 degree sunny day (kidding!) (8:15 average)
Wed: 5.5 miles with peanut and Bob (8:25--I was in a hurry to jam in the miles because stupid me was running late!) Also did a brisk 4.5 mile walk with my aunt. 3 hours later was on my @$$ in bed with a fever!
Thu: in bed.
Fri: still in bed.
Sat: 8 miles, 6 with GP and E and 2 alone. All very very easy! Felt tired but good.
Sun: 12 miles from home and to the park. Did a little over an hour on the trails and the rest on the roads. Ran the same route as last week and was almost 5 minutes faster! Felt good. (8:20 pace).
Weight: 137 (Was 136 on Thursday, but that had to be from the fever--the 137 was on Sunday after I had been eating and drinking normally for a couple of days).
Posted by The Salty One at 6:56 AM