Holiday Weekend Recap

This was one of the best 4th of July holiday weekends weather-wise that we’ve had in the Seattle area so I definitely spent as much time as possible outside, working on my runner’s tan. On the morning of the 4th of July, I joined the Seattle Green Lake Running Group for a little jaunt around the lake. As you can see from the photo below, everyone was decked in their finest red, white and blue athletic apparel. I ran two laps around the lake for a total of 6.13 miles. Everyone in the group is so nice (and very speedy) and despite the fact that it’s a little bit of a haul from the Eastside, I’ll definitely be back to join them for more runs.

Seattle Green Lake Running Group

Seattle Green Lake Running Group decked out for the 4th of July

I was a little short on mileage for my weekday runs so doubled up and ran 4 miles in the evening, close to dusk. My legs were feeling great so I decided to make this run a tempo run which was a bad mistakes. My shins started screaming and towards the end of the run, I could barely walk. I came home, iced my legs and immediately put them into compression sleeves. I did the next logical thing any runner would do and started researching the difference between shin splints, stress fractures and compartment syndrome. Thanks to the powers of the Internet, I did the one-legged hop test and realized I just have a gnarly case of shin splints. The husband and I skipped fireworks since he came down with a cold and went to bed early. Continue reading

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Adventures in the Snow

Last Sunday, I joined 9 other ladies from the Sweaty Betties group for a 5-mile guided snowshoe hike through Snoqualmie National Forest. Being from Florida, I never had a chance to participate in snow-related activities so whenever I see snow as an adult, I get super giddy and jump/play in it like a kid.

I quickly learned after the first mile that snowshoeing is hard work and was very thankful for the forest ranger at the front of the group working extra hard to create a path for the rest of us. I also realized that I grabbed the wrong gloves in the morning; rather than taking my husband’s extra-warm, waterproof gloves, I decided to grab my not-so-waterproof cloth gloves. Smooth move. By the time we stopped for lunch, I could no longer feel my fingers but was hoping they’d warm up and didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

Fast forward to the post-lunch hike and I realized I could no longer grip my poles since my hands were frozen and extremely painful. Still didn’t want to make a fuss so I tried to hide how much pain I was really in (dumb idea). At one of our rest stops, one of the forest rangers realized something wasn’t quite right and asked me to take off my gloves. I started to panic a little when I realized my hand was swollen and I couldn’t remove the glove. The forest ranger touched my gloves and told me they were frozen and spent a few minutes yanking them off my hand. Some of the other girls had handwarmers and one of them gave me her super warm mittens for which I was super thankful and almost cried. I was really embarrassed since I’m usually well-prepared for these types of things.

I was much happier once my hands were warm and realized I wasn’t going to end up in the hospital with frostbite. Won’t make that mistake again. Oh, and picture #2 below was taken when my hands were still functional. Notice ice starting to accumulate on my head.