My HAIL leggings (which I adore) were a birthday gift from Rob’s parents, but I’m pretty sure they’re from Underground Printing. It’s a great store that started in Ann Arbor making custom t-shirts. I used them my senior year to design my sorority’s Senior Bells shirts, in fact.
Since then, they’ve opened a few stores that sell some pretty awesome Michigan gear and I think some of their stuff can also be found in some of the other University of Michigan apparel stores in Ann Arbor. Happy shopping! :)
Feelings have been a bit rough around these parts lately. I thought running might help, and whaddaya know? I was right. This morning (Tuesdays are lovely because I only have one class and it’s not until 1:00) Rob and I slept in and strategized for Turkey Day a bit. Then, I headed to the gym - the winds here would have blown me right into the Hudson if I’d opted to take my riverside route. It wasn’t a long run, or a fast run, but it was much needed and so therapeutic.
It was a way for me to feel totally present within myself and my mind. I did a fair amount of thinking and was able to release and let go of a considerable amount of anger I didn’t realize I was harboring. I feel hurt and for the first time in a while - it’s not marathon-training related. It’s emotional hurt that I still don’t quite know how to unwrap or categorize.*
So now I’ve run back into the arms of running and I’m hoping it provides some sort of outlet. And until I figure out what to do with all of these emotions I’m feeling, I will just continue to fake it until I make it.
*Vague, vague, vague… But this is something that’s not mine to share with the masses.
Thanks for your lovely comments and “profesh-to-death” words of encouragement. I’m still not convinced that I pull off professional attire in the least - but I tried tonight and have the blisters to show for it…
I managed to go to the scholarship reception and speak with professors and a donor or two without completely embarrassing myself.
If there’s one thing I took away from tonight it’s that I am so, so, so fortunate to be surrounded by such brilliant and talented classmates [seriously, reading through the program I was blown away by the varied and awesome things they have all accomplished]. I am also recognizing [again - as I count my blessings frequently] that I am so fortunate to have the support of generous donors, families, and organizations who believe in nursing and recognize what an important role advanced nurses will have in the future. They believe in nurturing those ideals and have invested and placed their trust in my classmates and myself. Color me honored.
And now, it’s time to wash this makeup off and climb into bed - clinical tomorrow!
I know, I know. BUT I enjoy Eminem and appreciated the sound of one of Detroit’s own during my run today. My Tigers got it done in Boston last night, the Wings got it done against Philly, my Lions got down with their bad selves in Cleveland this afternoon, and I’m hoping the Tigers continue the trend tonight in Boston.
I’ve put this off since I was despondent about it yesterday - there were tears and it wasn’t pretty…
Yesterday morning I set out to run Grete’s Great Gallop - a half marathon - as a training run with the intention of tacking 7 additional miles on to log my scheduled 20 miler.
But as they say, “the best laid plans of mice and men/often go awry”…
The race started out well enough. It was humid and misting a bit when the corrals collapsed into one another, the masses trudged toward the start line, and I set out to run my fourth half marathon. The first 4 miles flew by and I worried that my plan to really rein it in and take the whole half slowly and as a training run was falling by the wayside, but my pace was consistent with my plan for the day’s run.
The first loop of Central Park (the course was two times around the big loop) went smoothly enough. I took water or gatorade when I felt thirsty, took the hills like a champ, and was in good spirits despite the humidity. Then, just as I was approaching mile marker 9, an overzealous runner coming up behind me clipped my left heel.
My outstretched right leg crunched down hard as I tried to steady myself and not face plant into the concrete hill rising in front of me. I caught my bearings as pain shot through my knee and up my leg. I cursed under my breath as the runner who tripped me up passed with an apologetic(?) [I hope - since he showed no sign of slowing down to see if I was ok] wave. I collected myself and convinced myself I could walk it off. With each step I became more and more sure my knee would snap in half - the pain was intense and scared me. I hobbled a little way, up to and past the 9 mile marker and convinced myself the remaining 4 miles could be completed albeit slowly. I attempted a run, which only aggravated my knee further, and at 9.5 miles, with tears welling in my eyes, I admitted defeat.
As I said earlier, I spent some time on the couch teary-eyed and disappointed with ice packed around my elevated knee. The pain aside, I was REALLY disappointed to not finish the race and to not finish my 20 miler. This is my first DNF. I felt so good and was doing well, and I’m angry that that was derailed, and that I couldn’t convince myself to try to push through the last few miles and finish what I started.
Running is in my head at the moment, and not in a good way. My knee is feeling a little bit better today and I’m less hobbled, but will likely wait until tomorrow or Wednesday to test it running. Until then, I have to get my mind right. The NYC Marathon is in less than a month.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these! So here we go…
Lululemon’s Vinyasa to Vino Bag: I got this bag back in June as my multipurpose school/clinical/gym bag. WIth my jam-packed schedule this summer, I needed a bag that I could live out of. Something to hold my books, computer, ipad, etc. as well as plenty of food and gym clothes for those quick between-class trips. This bag met every single one of those needs and has been worth its weight in gold (I don’t usually splurge on lululemon because let’s face it, I’m a poor college student and even if I wasn’t I have a hard time justifying lulu’s exorbitant prices). PLUS, I think it’s absolutely adorable and I’ve received lots of compliments on it. Mine is this same black and white but the straps are black instead of pink.
Contigo Addison 24-oz. Water Bottle - I love this water bottle! I get so darn thirsty during clinicals and hate being without water in class so this goes pretty much everywhere with me. It’s a lot like the Camelbak waterbottles with the straws, but what I really love about this one is that the straw/spigot thing clicks into place and is covered so it doesn’t get germy. I mean, let’s face it - hospitals are full of gross germs and the subway is certainly not any cleaner - this way I’m not putting my mouth all over something that’s been exposed to God knows what. (My inner germaphobe is completely satisfied with this arrangement.)
Sharpie Pens - So my inner OCD/perfectionist relies heavily on color coding in my meticulous notes from class. I was looking for pens in a wide range of colors and wishing that the fine point sharpies in every color à la Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat wouldn’t bleed through paper so easily. Enter Sharpie fine point PENS. They don’t bleed and don’t smell and they come in fun colors. Perfect for note-taking and flashcard making, these are a staple. I even got Rob hooked!