It’s weather stalking time: TOLT

My thoughts are all over the place, but that’s what Thinking Out Loud  is all about anyway: weather stalking, swimming ballet buns, tough bodyweight exercises. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read on!

It’s that time again
Let the weather stalking commence. Doesn’t matter that my half is more than two weeks away; I have to start thinking about what to pack. So I added Scottsdale to my weather app today.

Lows in the mid 60s. Geez, right now we’re just barely out of the 60s for a high!

Of course, I knew that it would be hot, just as I knew it was unlikely to be hot here. I will have a little time to acclimate to the heat but not enough. Not nearly enough.

Hopefully I’ve gained a little wisdom from all those halfs I’ve run, and will just accept that this race is very unlikely to be a PR and dial back my finish time (and pace) expectations.

Sometimes you wonder why you train so hard, though . . . .

I thought I had it figured out
My nails. Nail polish remover seems to just destroy them. Is it just me? After a few times wearing polish, my nails become incredibly brittle and start breaking easily. They’re very strong if I never wear any polish.

I got some nail polish remover with no acetone. Maybe it’s just not the one. Seemed better the first time, but after I removed polish the second time, yup, my nails got all ridged and brittle again. Sigh.

What I’m loving lately
Being able to walk the dogs later in the day. While I don’t like the short days — and mostly I’ve been too busy to even really notice them — I do like the fact that I don’t have to walk them almost as soon as I get up anymore.

Yesterday I went to put my hair into a ponytail for swimming, only it got kind of halfway stuck the last time, creating more of a ballet bun. I think I like that better — I think my hair stayed dryer; a happy accident. Maybe I’ll be able to swim a little bit longer into the cooler weather, which would be nice.

I spent more than half of September away from home
Most of it not in a good way, if you follow my weekly wraps.

The only good thing was that with all that back and forth, I almost always had toiletries, tea, and snacks ready to go.

Let’s just not mention the number of things I kept forgetting or misplacing (house keys, anyone? Nah, who needs those?).

Who knew 16 minutes could be so hard?

Bodyweight exercises can be tough!
I am always surprised how sore you can get without ever picking up a weight.

I am currently doing the #purelytwinsfitnesss #PT16x16 challenge. Mostly bodyweight exercises for just 16 minutes . . . and my butt is totally feeling it. Check it out — Purely Twins 16×16 Challenge — it’s free!

They were doing so well together

Bandit update
So yeah, now I’m on dog walking duty again, as in walking both dogs at once. Bandit’s loose leash walking isn’t really quite up to that yet, but we did get a Petsafe Easy Walk harness (Affiliate link) for Bandit; no not the one in purple, although I do love purple.

Apparently I’m supposed to be teaching him to heel, but I’ve really never tried for that with my dogs. As long as they’re not pulling, I’m happy. It’s kind of a pain with little dogs, though, because if the leash gets too low, then it gets under their legs instead of along their sides.

Lola seems to have gotten the feel for the hands free leash, so I don’t always have to hold it for her.

Unfortunately, last night Lola came up to Bandit as he was laying in his bed next to the couch and he snapped at her. Sigh. They’ve been doing so well together. It’s why I remind Mr. Judy over and over that while no, he’s not the devil, he still does have issues. This morning I told him that while I hope he continues to improve so that he can be fully integrated into our lives, he has to accept that it’s also possible this may be as good as it gets.

I definitely hope I’m wrong on that!

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Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:

Am I the only one that can’t seem to wear polish without destroying my nails?

Any upcoming racecations?

Do you do something different with your hair when you swim?

I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her:

Thursdays are for thinking out loud

Sneaky races: TOLT

Today I’m Thinking Out Loud about the need to talk early and often with your parents about what they want as they age. To think about what you want as you age.

It’s probably time to start that conversation
If your parents are in their 70s, that is. Don’t be like us, don’t wait until they’re 90 and have put down roots so deep that it’s damn near impossible to pull them up.

I have thought for years that my parents should move. I voiced my concern to my siblings and my parents. Pretty much everyone ignored me. Even now my siblings (not to mention my parents) are guilt ridden and beginning to think maybe they should just stay in their house.

I am sad, but I do not feel any guilt whatsoever. That house is an albatross, it’s not safe, and it’s increasingly isolating to them.

I hope that by the time I am 75, I am in a much better living situation and giving thought to what I should do as I age. I want to break the cycle. I have no children to be a burden to, but that is both a blessing and a curse. 

I have to start watching that sugar
As the days get shorter, I find the sugar cravings increase. Well, the days are definitely getting shorter.

This is the time of year, soon, when I start gaining weight. I do have 2 halfs lined up, so maybe that will help counteract some of that weight gain. Usually at a certain weekly mileage, I don’t have as much trouble maintaining my weight and can afford a few more sweets.

This is the first year that I (hopefully) run a half in December, so it will be interesting how that plays out. Although that’s not true, RnR Vegas was in December . . . but so long ago.

What I’m loving lately
Epic Bars (affiliate link). Sorry, my veggie/vegan friends. Although they do have some sugar from dried fruits, I find them very satisfying and they’re easy to carry around. I like the taste; Mr. Judy was not impressed, although my sister seemed to like it

I’ve been practically living on the things the last few weeks — just a slight exaggeration. I often grabbed one with a few carrots for a fast meal before I left my parents. And I almost always carry some in my purse, just in case.

It’s back to that whole sugar thing, so many protein bars have so much sugar, and lately I haven’t had much time to bake my own.

Speaking of sugar, these cookies from Ambitious Kitchen. They’re the Peanut Butter Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies on my Pinterest Cookies board.

How’d RnR Philly go?
I know so many of you ran it! And I was tied up with family all weekend. Then very busy when I got home. I may never have time to catch up with your blogs, but I’d love it if you commented and let me know how it went!

It snuck up on me, as usual
I am less than a month out from my next half marathon (assuming I go, which I think I will). It never fails to amaze me how it just creeps up on you. Every time. You can spend many months training, and suddenly it’s like — whoa! where did that come from?

I usually have a pretty good feel for how it might go, but I’m really not sure with this one. This might just have been the toughest training cycle I’ve had so far: lots of stress, more solo than expected, many sleepless nights, one missed long run, not enough speedwork, not as much weekly mileage as I’d like to see.

On the other hand, I’m not injured (so far, anyway, don’t want to tempt the running Gods).  Oh sure, after months of training, things ache sometimes, but that’s to be expected. Mostly I feel relatively strong.

Fall halfs tend to be my strong suit, but since this is a racecation in AZ, well, I guess we’ll just wait and see, right?

And speaking of sneaky races . . .
I know where I’ll be on Friday at noon. I think, anyway. Staring at my ipad, trying to sign up for the best damn race in New Orleans for hopefully not a lot of money.

Who’s with me?

Bandit update
On Wednesday, Mr. Judy had to go into work early. I walked the dogs. Together. Which may not sound like a lot; Mr. Judy has been doing it a while.

I actually think that Bandit is not quite ready for it. We’re still working on loose leash walking with him. He’s pretty good the majority of time — until he sees something that really catches his interest.

But it went okay. I hooked Lola up to a hands free leash, although I had to lift up one end because she didn’t like the feel of it on her back if I left it as is. It did allow me to drop her leash when picking up something, giving a treat, etc. Bandit walked on his regular leash. The leashes never got tangled, although they had to be passed over and under sometimes.

Bandit tends to want to go to sleep pretty early. But he needs to go downstairs with Mr. Judy so that he can have a later last call. He often doesn’t want to move. The other night I just picked him up and carried him downstairs, with him trying to give me kisses most of the way downstairs.

So yeah, he’s come a really long way. But he’s still got a long way to go, and there’s still a lot of management and training involved. And the poop department is still sketchy (one night it was all over the kitchen floor — sorry if that’s TMI!)

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Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:

What are you loving lately?

Any upcoming racecations?

Who wants to run the best damn race in New Orleans with me next spring?

I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her:

Thursdays are for thinking out loud

It’s been a hard, hard summer: Spilling over high tea September 2016

“Do you ever feel like all you do is take care of everyone else and when the heck is someone going to take care of you?”

Man, that’s what I wrote for July’s Coffee Date — little did I know how much worse it was going to get! Probably a good thing, because if I knew, I’d have gone for a run one day and never come back.

Posts are almost sure to be erratic again next week, but I’m hoping things can get back to at least the new normal after that.

Today I am joining up with CocoDeborah, and Lynda for their ultimate coffee tea date.

The Ultimate Coffee Date

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that while I wasn’t looking forward to taking care of my parents during my mom’s recuperation from her surgery, I had no idea of the perfect storm that awaited me (and my brother bore the brunt of it!).

I won’t go into the gory details, but she got severely dehydrated shortly after being released from the hospital the first time, which resulted in a trip to the ER and a 3 am readmission to the hospital Sunday morning.

I ran my 10 miles Saturday, as my plan was to go down Sunday morning, as my brother’s plan was to leave Sunday afternoon. It was my first double digit run since my half in May. It went pretty well, I felt good, and I already knew there was some issues so I offered to come down that afternoon, but my brother insisted the next morning was good enough.

By that evening she was in the ER, and while I slept through the update texts at midnight, by 3 am I was texting back and forth with my brother, by about 7:30 am I’d hit the road. I had to have Mr. Judy take Bandit to the kennel as I just wasn’t able to reach her (turns out I had the wrong cell number for her).

My brother left Monday instead of Sunday; my mom stayed in the hospital until Wednesday morning; I brought her home Wednesday and my brother-in-law came over to make sure she got up the front steps safely — my parents have to walk up a flight of stairs to get into their house.

I came home yesterday, will stay until Monday morning, and then I will head back for what I hope is only a few days but we really don’t know. My sister is with my parents now, a household aid comes Tuesday morning, and there’s a visiting nurse and a physical therapist a couple of times a week.

She is doing better, if not well, but the dehydration just set off a real avalanche of crap, and we’ll leave it at that.

I felt badly leaving my sister there over the weekend, as she doesn’t have the best relationship with my parents, but she does live there, and quite frankly, tired as I am, this small break has been heaven.

Moral of this story: if you have an elderly parent who needs to have surgery, watch their liquid intake very closely afterward. Apparently dehydration in the elderly after surgery is very common, but we weren’t informed of it or given any guidelines for how much she should be drinking. So ask!

dad90
In April, at my Dad’s 90th birthday luncheon

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that for years I’ve been saying that that house is just an accident waiting to happen.

Mind you, none of what has happened has anything to do with the house. But it’s become apparent to all (except my parents, and maybe even them, finally), that they just cannot stay in it anymore.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that in an odd twist of fate, the physical therapist is the same one that worked with my dad after he was so sick a couple of years ago. My mom recognized her name. My Dad didn’t even recognize her in person.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that it is very, very difficult to watch your parents become so old and feeble. Before the surgery, while my mom had her issues, she was pretty vital. Now just watching the both of them barely able to shuffle around the kitchen, so stooped, so tired . . . and you just feel so incredibly helpless (and helpless to help).

I do believe that she will regain her energy, but let’s face it: she’s 88 and my dad is 90 and while they’re in relatively good health considering their ages, they are just a shell of the people they used to be, especially my Dad.

If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that although my sister has been saying my Dad is severely depressed for a while, I didn’t really see it until this weekend. Yes, it’s been stressful for everyone, but . . . he will now say, to basically anyone who is listening, I don’t want to go on. I’m ready for this life to be over.

He is not at all suicidal, but it is very clear that he is just tired of his life. He won’t speak to a therapist (not to mention he’s extremely hard of hearing). I have no idea what to do for him that would give him a purpose in life again.

Bandit’s happy to be back “home”


If we were enjoying high tea . . .
I’d tell you that I will try to end this very depressing post on a more positive note. The kennel owner said Bandit did great — much more relaxed than the first time, no problems with eating — he even sat on her lap!

He was incredibly excited to see me, so far things are good in the poop department, and we are now trying to go from downstairs to upstairs off leash (and making sure we have a piece of jerky for him to lure him to the proper place and keep him off the furniture). We can also let both Bandit and Lola out together through the office now, at least so far, and that alleviates some of the time it takes to jockey them both around.

Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Or something else?

Have you done the elderly parent thing already?

Any tips for me?

Especially about how to approach moving to an apartment?