Red Rock Relay Zion, Year 1(?)

This year I ran the Red Rock Relay Zion with a group of fantastically fun girls. I'm only sad that I didn't get any pictures with our Van 2. We barely saw them and didn't get to spend much time with them at all. I hope to do more running with them in the future to make up for it.

Here's Melanie at the start, waiting for her turn to go!

 And the pass-off to sister Andrea...

 ...who passed off to sister Brooke.

 

Captain America

 The shots of the view speak for themselves.

 Done with all of our runs!

I loved this relay! It was beautiful! We started up at Brian Head ski resort. My first run (Leg 4) was through Cedar Breaks National Monument -- so peaceful and gorgeous. My second run (Leg 16) is nicknamed "The Dirty Devil." It was 5.8 miles uphill on a straight road in the pitch black. That means I saw the lights of the finish right when I started. Running on a dirt road alone in the dark, with millions of stars twinkling down on me, no music -- just the sound of my shoes and breathing, the end in sight, got me thinking about how that particular leg was a metaphor for life. (Don't worry -- I won't share it with you. One day my posterity will read it in my journal and groan :)) It was a great leg. Our Van 2 got to run past the Mountain Meadows Massacre site in the middle of the night. Glad I didn't have to. My last run (Leg 28) was toasty but pretty. And more importantly, it was the last. Halleluiah. We ended up leaving to come home before our Van 2 arrived at the finish. I hear Fast Mitch brought us in well :). Next year I will bring more toilet paper. And maybe a Go Girl. 

Ultimate Tri Relay

 (aka: Ultimate Throw-Up Relay)

My old college roomie Louise lives up in Cache Valley and does triathlons. I haven't gotten to the swimming-biking yet, but she found a race we could do together. The Ultimate Tri relay is comprised of 4 swim/4 bike/4 run -12 legs, totaling over 130 miles in one day. Louise asked me if I would come run two 6-mile legs. She swam one leg and biked one. The other 4 people on the team covered the rest. I woke at 4AM to meet a few other teammates to carpool with. And I puked on the way up. Yuck. After arriving at Pineview reservoir, I huddled in the backseat of the car until I could get myself upright for this picture:

 and to watch my friend Louise swim...

 ...emerge from the water...

 ...still emerging...

 ...run up the beach and pass the slap bracelet off to the first biker.

The rest was a blur. I remember a black truck, nausea, a 6-mile run (1.5 miles out, 1.5 miles back, 1.5 miles out, 1.5 miles back -- really, triathletes? Can't make the course a little more scenic?), more nausea, bumpity bumpity bumpity, eating, throwing up, and this run by Jordanelle Reservoir.

 Coming back from my first 3 miles

 Contemplating why I had to run the same 1.5 miles there and back again

And finally decorating the side of the black truck with vomit as we drove into Midway. Yeah. Wow.

So, those triathletes are a completely different breed of person! They're almost scary. But my team was fun and great and amazing. I'm glad they put up with the non-triathlete and her pukey chunks. Not sure if I'm going to do it again. Actually, I'm not sure that I'm invited...

Surviving Summer

We are now three weeks into Summer Break and doing fine! Here's how the past few weeks have gone:

Sunday 6/10: Used the solar oven to cook beef stew for Sunday dinner. Oh yum. I love the solar oven! This date 18 years ago I met the man who was to become my husband. His first impression of me was that I looked like a praying mantis. My first impression of his physical appearance was that he was the funniest looking guy I'd ever met -- tall, almost unnaturally skinny and wiry, blond as they come, big round eyes behind big round glasses, round nose, round nostrils, wide curving smile. What impressed me the most (and still does to this day) was the strength and gentleness of his spirit. I felt his big heart and compassionate nature even then and it's what I fell in love with a few years later. It's what I love the most about him today. From that porch in Somerville, NJ 18 years ago to 13 years of marriage and 3 kids, it's been a wonderful adventure.

Monday 6/11: 5 mile run in the morning. The monkeys began tennis lessons, S&O on top of their thrice-weekly swimming. When we came home from our wild and crazy morning, S&O formed a band. This is the picture they had me take for the cover of their first album:

And nothing says summer like popsicles on a porch swing. This was the spontaneous picture:

This one was after I said, "Smile!" Is S approaching adolescence? Yes, I think so.

Chef H chose apples, crackers, and cheese for lunch and pancakes for dinner. We went to "Shakespeare for Kids" at the library ("Romeo and Juliet") and then to the Scera Shell to see "The Wizard of Oz." One of my friends was the Munchkin coroner, and one of S's friends was in the ensemble, so that, coupled with bug repellent and treats, made it a fun evening!

Tuesday 6/12: On account of our late night, we all slept in -- even my little alarm clock H! We weeded the garden. Chef H chose quesadillas for lunch and baked potatoes (in the solar oven) for dinner. O's best friend came to play, and a neighbor girl came to play with H. Tons o' fun.

Wednesday 6/13: 3 mile run in the morning, followed by the busyness of swimming and tennis, followed by a slow afternoon. J worked from home. After dinner I ran errands, going to the grocery store and Costco by myself, which was a real treat! It's the simple things that make life great, right?

Thursday 6/14: Made granola bars, cleaned out the van, prepared food, packed my backpack. Did the laundry, took kids to piano, collected reading rewards from the library. Chorale at night, at which I was completely distracted because...

Friday 6/15 - Saturday 6/16: I ran the Wasatch Back! Separate post pending...

Saturday 6/16: I arrived home from that crazy relay at 7, pulling in front of my house to see J working on a project, the driveway and garage a mess, the house even worse, and the kids not even close to being ready for bed. But they had fun with J, so that's all that counts...

Sunday 6/17: ...except that due to lack of sleep on my part, I was super crabby about getting to clean up after party weekend at my house and in my van. I did get up and make yummy cornbread muffins for breakfast, started the potato salad, and put ribs in the solar oven for dinner. During church I visited with one of my favorite people in the whole world, and I snuck a nap in after church. That helped. Must note that when I don't get enough sleep, the filter that catches inappropriate things from slipping out of my mouth just goes away. It sure made church interesting.

Monday 6/18: Swimming, tennis, S to a writer's workshop at the library, car wash, lunch, conducting lesson, Quiet Time, Shakespeare for Kids, dinner, bed! Somehow we packed it all into Monday! Plus a brief visit with a friend who was in town only for a few days, a quick facebook chat with another great friend that I hadn't heard from in a while, and J home early from work. H chose left-over meatloaf muffins for lunch and angel hair pasta for dinner.

Tuesday 6/19: 4 mile run in the morning. S mowed the lawn and attended the writer's workshop. I took apart the Dyson vacuum that stopped sucking a week after I bought it, extracted the carpet fuzz stuck in its innards, and rejoiced when it started sucking once again!

Wednesday 6/20: Tried like the dickens to get O (aka "Little J") up and at 'em in the morning:

 
It's amazing how much like J O is. (H is on the chair, awake at 6:30AM like his mom, obsessed with technology like his dad.) Most mornings when everyone is dressed, O is still in bed, with the covers over his head. Took the kids to Costco and the grocery store, after which I left them all at home under S's watchful (?) eye to drop by a few friends' houses and restore my sanity. After Quiet Time, S's best friend came over with her bike, so we went to the church parking lot to ride bikes, picking up a few kids along the way. Homemade bean burritos for dinner.

Thursday 6/20: 6 mile run in the morning. Chores done before piano. H's best friend over to play in the morning. H to another friend's house in the afternoon. I tried a new whole wheat bread recipe that's a winner! Chorale at night. Much-needed walk with J once I got home from Chorale. I need music and I love music, but along with music comes wacky-E. Trying to find balance there...

Friday 6/21: This morning I went to watch the boys' swim practice. That scrawny little S has some skinny arms, but when he starts gliding through the water -- holy back muscles, Batman! It's so fun to watch those kids take off like fish! I fussed with the sprinkler system at a rental and came home to find J home from work early! After lunch I lined the kids up on the carpet and with a stern look on my face told them they were in so much trouble. I said, "You kids are the best kids on the planet, so as punishment, we are taking you out for ice cream!" 5 cups of ice cream, 5 coupons, and $0 later:

We are surviving summer really well this year. We even skipped the horrible 1-2 week adjustment period that we've had to go through in the past. We've worked hard, had a lot of fun, spent a minimal amount of money, and played with friends. Quiet Time each day has saved us. We skipped it one day and will never skip it again. It gives us all just enough space that we are happy to be with each other again once it's over. I'm optimistic that we can keep this up for the next few months. Wish us luck!

Winter Break, Day 1

This morning I went on a 2 mile run in the snow with a friend. It felt amazing to run again -- it's been a while.

The monkeys have been playing well together so far. S and O have invented a game that consists of grasping hands, spinning each other around in circles, and awarding points to the person who is still standing at the end of the "round." There is a lot of crashing into bookshelves, couches, the Christmas tree, etc.

Now they are having lunch and talking to each other, it seems to me, at the top of their lungs. When I say, "You guys are sitting right next to each other. You don't have to talk so loud," they look at me like I'm crazy. Of course they have to talk loudly, Silly Mom!

Friday night at dinner we were giving H sentences to say like, "Want to eat this, I do!" and "Eat my dinner, I will." Hey, if the boy has a squeaky Yoda-voice we best take advantage of it!

More random posting will ensue this week I am sure.

More Barefoot

So, I ran the Freedom 5K in my Vibrams and felt awesome. The walking to the parade, standing around to watch the parade, and walking back to the van from the parade didn't feel so awesome.

I've run 4 and 5 mile runs in the Vibrams and felt pretty good. The thing is, I wake up in the morning and my ankle is stiff and my navicular is occasionally tender. Once I get running it starts to feel better. After the run, things feel pretty good. Then I shower and put on my shoes with my orthotics to pretend to listen to my podiatrist and not overdo the barefoot thing. By the end of the day my ankle is sore and my navicular is tender again. Is it the barefoot running or the orthotics? When I wear my Keens, the same thing happens. I'm really just about done with the soreness and tenderness. I think it's about time I feel completely wonderful. Just tell that to my foot...

So any conclusions? Well...
...I'm glad I had the surgery. It's really been very beneficial, for the most part.
...I think the barefoot running is helping. I can feel my left foot getting stronger.
...I'm still waiting for all the discomfort to go away and the desire to run a marathon descend upon me. (Don't hold your breath for those though!)

And, on a completely unrelated subject, I miss my hubby. He is in Washington, getting ready to climb Mt. Rainier and will come home to me in 11 days. I am counting down...

July Party Week

We began our 4th of July partying very early this year. Actually, we began on June 30th. We took the boys to the Scera Theater to see "Toy Story 3." We really liked it. Like most Pixar movies, it made me cry. We let the boys have lots of candy at the movie and pizza for dinner when we arrived home. Party mode...

On Thursday we dropped J off at work in Salt Lake and went to Wheeler Historic Farm.

When we got out of the van in the parking lot, O heard the rooster and so we had to find it. We stood by the chicken coop for a good 15 minutes before O would let us continue on. We saw pigs, goats, cows, horses, turkeys, ducks, Eeyores, sheep, and rabbits. It was hot, but a lot of fun. I spent $2.13 on a bag of duck feed and 4 candy sticks -- money well-spent.

When we picked J up from work, we drove up to Snowbird Ski Resort and took the tram to the top of the mountain. The boys had a great time playing in the snow in July...


...and scaring their mom by dancing around at the edge of the mountain.



On Friday we geared up for Saturday, which began at 6 AM with the Freedom Festival Balloon Fest...





It was too windy for the balloons to launch while we were there, but the Coca-Cola bottle balloon alone was worth it.



When we came home from the balloon fest, J took off up Dry Canyon for a hike to the top of Mt. Baldy in Lindon. I took the kids to their first ever Home Depot Kids Workshop where they made periscopes. I was partial to this particular project because I remember my brother making his own periscope when we were young. I loved that thing -- it was so cool.

When J came home I took off for Pleasant Grove to make shirts with my friend and sisters-in-law for the Freedom 5K. We had hot pink tank tops that said, "Hot Mamas" on the back and were embellished with rhinestones.

When we were done, I brought my niece home with me, much to the delight of S. Her sister and parents joined us later for a hamburger dinner and s'mores over a campfire. Here is O, who was brandishing his 3-pronged hot dog roaster and yelling, "By the power of Greyskull!"



H decided he didn't need the whole s'more and just kept sneaking chocolate pieces.


J put on a fireworks show for us which rivaled the Stadium of Fire, in my opinion.

On Sunday J's mom and step-dad joined us in church for the first time since moving into our ward. The kids could not contain their excitement!

When we got home, J's sister, her husband, and two girls came for dinner and to spend the night. We carbed up for the 5K the next day with a pasta dinner. Then we lit sparklers and marveled that none of the 5 kids running hell-bent around the yard with them got burned. Alisa's husband is an MA. He brought her an IV from work and gave her some fluids to get her nice and hydrated for her first 5K.


Our Monday began with the 5K. Here we are at the finish. It was lots of fun. We are going to do the 10K next year, for anyone that wants to join us.


We watched the parade, but missed the Utah Highway Patrol (my favorite part), the BYU Marching Band (my second favorite part), but were able to see the American Fork Marching Band (who doesn't love them?) and the tanks that shot off their guns at the end of the parade (of course my boys' favorite part).

In the afternoon we visited with J's Grandpa Squire, who kept our boys well-supplied with ice cream, sour cream & onion chips, and chocolate. Grandpa showed off his garden. I think his blackberries are on steroids.

On Tuesday we tried to get back to normal but failed. Tuesday evening J gave a presentation for our Relief Society Night Out on "Survival Kit in an Altoid Can." It was pretty impressive.

Again, on Wednesday we tried to get back to normal but failed. This time, we took a picnic lunch up to South Fork and played in the freezing cold water.



On Thursday I went to the podiatrist who merrily told me that I could call him if I need him and sent me on my way.

On Friday, the boys and I went fishing up Fairview Canyon with J's mom, step-dad, step-sister and her kids, step-brother #1 and his wife and kids, and step-brother #3. It was beautiful -- sunny, not too hot, not too crowded.

O waited patiently for a bite on his line...


...but it was S who caught the second biggest fish of the day!


Around the time the kids started to get hungry for the hot dogs Grandpa Lundgren brought, the clouds had rolled in and the day turned cold.


We ended up coming back to our house and having a party with all the fishermen. I learned how to gut a fish (this video is for my mom's benefit/amusement, so really, you don't have to watch it unless you're my mom or you really want to)...


...and this is what the boys thought of it.


On Saturday we had one last party with step-brother #1's family before they headed back to NM. Here are two of my sisters-in-law looking sassy with J's mom and our niece.


Chance, Leslee, and Cash. So cute.


As if our kids weren't worn out enough from our week of partying, we drove them up to REI in Salt Lake so J could get a few last things for his Rainier trip. Then we drove them home again, just in time for me to go to our Wasatch My Back team party. We made the decision to leave the boys home with J so they could watch "The Hobbit" (O's been walking around for the past week saying, "My precious. My precious.") and go to bed early.

It was great to spend time with family and party it up for the 4th of July. We are still trying to recover!

J leaves tomorrow for Washington and Mt. Rainier. We may continue our partying down in NM with Grandma and Grandpa Kim, but that is all news for other posts. I think this, the longest post known to man, is finally over!

BFRE, Days 2 & 3

(Note to readers: You can skip the BFRE posts. They're mostly for me so I can log my progress. Truly, my feet are not so fascinating that you need to spend a few minutes of your life reading about them each day!)

So, yesterday I ran 1 mile in my Vibrams and 1.5-ish today. Feeling pretty good. My calves don't tighten up as much, which is good. No injuries to speak of. I can tell that I favor my left foot. I think it's because it's weaker and can't run correctly yet. Hopefully that will change. Tomorrow I will wear my Sauconys with my orthotics to run 3 miles. When I get home I plan to cool down a nice and easy 2 miles in the Vibrams. We'll see how it goes

Wasatch My...

Beginning.

We awoke at 4 AM after 2 hours of sleep to drive to the start in Logan. It was cold and dark when our first runner took off at 5:45 AM.

All our runners did an AMAZING job! They conquered uphills, downhills, long runs, heat, cold, dusty roads that kicked dirt into mouths, sunburn, no sleep, tummy aches, vomiting, side aches, no showers, and 188.2 miles.

Finish!


(The medals from last year were bottle openers too. I wonder if I should be opening more bottles...)

We loved it so much, we are already signed up for the Wasatch Back 2011 and the Las Vegas Ragnar in October.

Anyway, I'll post more pictures when I've caught up on my sleep and my stomach stops trying to eat itself.

Don't Think. Just Run!

The Barefoot Running Experiment, Day 1

This evening I began The Barefoot Running Experiment. These are my Vibram Five Finger Running Shoes:


I've been researching Minimalist Running and decided to give it a shot. I respect my podiatrist and believe that he really knows what he's doing. I am glad he sliced open my foot and removed my extra navicular bone. I'm just not so sure about the orthotics and all the orthotic-tweaking he's been doing. I made it through the Wasatch Back with Naproxen, Tylenol, my Keens, and my running shoes (complete with orthotics), but now it's time for something completely different.

It's important to ease into barefoot running. Tonight I ran 1/2 mile in my Vibrams. Tomorrow, if I don't notice any discomfort from today, I will run 1 mile. My goal is to run the Freedom 5K on July 5th in my Vibrams.

My observations through and after tonight's run:

Don't think. Just run. This, in addition to being my personal and our Wasatch Back team motto, held true for me tonight. I was trying to pay close attention to my feet -- how I was landing on my heel, trying to lighten my heel strike, how my calves were feeling, etc -- it was too much attention. When I quit worrying about my feet so much, I fell into a natural rhythm that was comfortable and even. I wanted to go further, but I knew if I overdid it I could hurt myself pretty badly.

After the run my calves were a tiny bit tight, but not too bad.

Other than that, I feel really good. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's run and to increase my mileage.

We're Off...

...to run the Ragnar, the wonderful Wasatch Back!

Tomorrow evening we leave for Logan. Friday morning, impossibly early, we wake up and begin our 188.2 miles to Park City. Wish us luck! Yee Haw!

Inconvenient

To my recently acquired allergies: You have picked a very inconvenient time to manifest yourselves. Don't you know that I will be outside all day Friday and Saturday running 180 miles along the back of the Wasatch Range? Do my 5 van mates and 11 other teammates really want to hear me sniffling, sneezing, and rubbing my eyes? You have 2 1/2 days to clear up. Got it?

Missive to My Left Foot

Left foot. Hi. How's it going? I'm doing pretty well. A bit of fatigue that I haven't been able to figure out. Fighting a tiny cold. Other than that, things are good. Oh yeah, except for one thing -- YOU. I don't know if you heard the podiatrist two visits ago, but I know you were there. You can't have missed the "... a little too symptomatic for being almost 5 months out from surgery..." Even the threat of a steroid shot didn't straighten you out. Now, I love you. We have been together for what, 32 years? You've caused me no end of problems, but you've also really supported me, even when you were in pain. I hate to do this to you, but I thought you might like to know -- I am considering chopping you off and getting a prosthetic foot/ankle. There. I said it. I've almost run out of patience with you. The Wasatch Back is this week. 5 -- count 'em -- 5 more days. As of now, I am scheduled to run 21 miles in 24 hours. My heart can take it. My lungs can take it. My legs, knees, and hips can take it. Can you take it? Please do this for me, freaky left foot. I promise I will take you out barefoot running next week. I know you like my Vibrams. That's right. I am going to begin "The Barefoot Running Experiment" just for you. Just hold on and get me through this weekend. We can do this together. And the whole prosthetic thing? I didn't really mean it. I know we can work this out. We're a team. I'll take my Naproxen. I'll bring Tylenol and ice. We can do this. Do this for me, left foot. Please, just do this for me.

Post-Surgery Update

For my mom, who is only allowed to read this post if she promises not to call me up and tell me to take it easy or even stop running.

I went to the podiatrist on Thursday. He is pleased that the swelling is down but a little concerned about the "tenderness at the tendon junction." My next appointment is the week before the Wasatch Back at which time, if the tenderness is still there, he will shoot a steroid into my foot to convert the fibrin (scar tissue) into elastin. It doesn't sound pleasant but I know it will help, if I need it. In the meantime, the pain I feel is bearable and I won't do any damage by continuing to run on it, so run run run I will!

I Can't Wait Until I'm Eight...

Can you believe this boy is eight?! Eight years ago it was not snowing. Eight years ago I weighed 40 pounds more than I do right now. Eight years ago I was an "expecting mother." Eight years ago, I had no idea what was in store for me. Would I exchange my last eight years for anything? Not a chance.

Today my first-born son is 8 years old! He is the brightest, most tenacious, corniest, weirdest, most creative S I know!

We began the day with me bursting in the house from a 4 mile run in the snow singing "I like my birthdays every one! Each brings a greater joy to me!" and waking up my still-slumbering boys. Grandma and Grandpa Kim called to sing "Happy Birthday" on speaker phone -- complete with harmony at the end -- to my sons' delights. S was presented with the traditional plate of "8" shaped cookies on and hot chocolate in the "You Are Special Today" plate and cup. (I fed him waffles too.) This morning I made the cake (giant chocolate cupcake with white frosting and m&m sprinkles), wrapped 4 boxes of gifts from G & G Kim, and filled treat bags. We are heading to Jumpin' Jacks for S's first ever "friend party" and couldn't be more excited about it! This is a big birthday, folks! Tomorrow my little S is going to be baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I love this birthday!

We love S! We love...
...his love of music -- singing, piano, tapping rhythmically on any surface with heel-of-hand thumps and fingernail thrumming.
...his love of books. He's reading "The Hobbit" right now. When I see him curled up on the brown chair immersed in Tolkien, I can't help but think, with a rush of pride, "That boy is so my kid."
...his love of all things Korean. He feels the need to share his (sort of) cultural heritage with his friends, although, mercifully, he chose the Airheads as his class birthday treat instead of the roasted seaweed that he'll eat by the sheet at home.
...his love of order. From the time he was 1 and lining up all of the matchbox cars up till now, when he came in my room the other day and sternly told me that I had folded his pants wrong and put them in the wrong place in his drawer, his mind has had to be very well-ordered. I bet the inside of his head would look an impeccably clean library.
...his love of his brothers. Don't get me wrong -- my wild little monkeys fight a lot, but they care for each other, help each other, and play together sweetly too. H lately has been tackling S -- jumping on him and rolling around with him on the floor. S just laughs and says, "H is so cute, Mom!"
...his love of learning. If a subject interests S, he will research it, take notes, and put together a chart, graph, or paper for me to read. Recently, he made a list of Roman gods, the corresponding Greek gods, their roles, and relations to each other. He's moved on to learning all he can about horses and will next tackle South Korea.

We love our S so much! We are so thankful for 8 incredible years with this boy!


(I will post pictures of the party and baptism as they occur, as well as finish up our Moab vacation.)

A Running Update

In case you were wondering...

I went running last week and OUCH. Sore for a few days.

I had a podiatrist appointment on Monday, and he said that I won't be doing any damage by running on it as much as I want (within reason), even though it may feel like I am damaging it quite a bit. I can handle the pain. I took that as the go-ahead and ran 2 miles on Wednesday. Not a lot, but I'm planning on 3 tomorrow and 5 or 6 by the end of next week. I'm kind of on the accelerated plan since the Wasatch Back will be upon us before I know it.

J took me up to Striders (a running store) in Layton on Saturday. They have a really neat foot analysis thing where you step on this mat and it sends all the information -- pressure, contact, etc. to a computer. Then they can see what really happens when you walk/run and can recommend the best pair of shoes possible. I came home with a new pair of running shoes and a renewed excitement to run run run! Now, the homemade strawberry ice cream I just ate is trying to talk me out of the 6:30 run tomorrow morning, but it will not win. It will not win. Well, it might win. I'll let you know.

Farewell...

Tomorrow we bid a fond farewell to the large purple cast on my left foot. Last night J added his artistic touch to it:



Looks pretty cool, no?

Tomorrow the cast comes off! I will not miss bathing in the tub with my left foot wrapped in a plastic bag and hanging out of the tub. I will not miss being so slow that I can't even take the boys around the block on a walk. I will be glad to see my pinkie toe again -- I wonder what she looks like. I will be glad to shave my left leg -- I can see the hair peeking over the top of the cast as if to say, "You think we're furry; just you wait until you see the rest of your leg!" I will be glad to be rid of the belly that has settled on my form from weeks of inactivity and junk food. I will be glad to walk and swim for the next four weeks as they are the necessary precursor to running! I hope to never have a cast on any part of my body again in my life! (How's that for jinxing myself?) So long, farewell, large purple cast! I've appreciated you so very much, but now it is time for us to part!

Run

I want to go for a run. A nice long one on the Provo River Trail with a hill or two thrown in. I want to put in my earbuds and crank up my running music (RHCP "Stadium Arcadium") and go go go. I'll even run on the treadmill if I have to. One small problem:


















I just have to keep telling myself that it'll all be worth it once I can start running again. Patience...