A sigh of relief...
I guess it was expected, but I didn't sleep well last night. And as a result, I'm totally falling asleep at my desk right now. I have got to get to sleep earlier tonight. Or maybe find a corner to nap in during lunch. But at any rate, I went in for the series of tests on my boob this morning...
After the ultrasound, the doctor wasn't convinced that she needed to pump a healthy 20-something full of radiation. So she cancelled the mammogram. Once again, the ultrasound didn't show much of anything...although she did feel the area in question. The thought is...asymetrical glandular tissue. And apparently nothing to be overly-alarmed about. Apparently some gals just have lumpy boobs.
Phew...a nice big sigh of relief. And in honor of not having to get squished by the big bad mammogram machine, Mike and I celebrated with breakfast at West Egg before I headed into work.
Coach Leah & Jason came over last night for a run and some Idol. It was the perfect distraction to keep my mind off of this morning's tests. After someone forgetting his shoes (and later forgetting his jacket and hat), we picked up a new pair at Fleet Feet and headed to the lake front path. A 30-something minute run was all the time Leah needed to devise a plan to make Mike and I fast as lightning for the Chicago Marathon. We'll be following the Pfitz plan...or at least a modified Pfitz plan...which will either be brilliant...or end in disaster. Eep! Hopefully we can keep up with the mileage.
I'll admit. I'm pretty excited. But scared sh*tless nonetheless. The goal times we discussed are slightly intimidating in my book when I look at the numbers (although for all of you it'd be a breeze). So I'm not publicly stating any goal times for the Chicago Marathon just yet...partly because I cannot go psyching myself out before training truly begins and partly because I want to see how I fair at the Chicago Distance Classic in August. But just trust that it'll be a doozie for me. It seems like Leah's determined to run the whimpiness right out of me.
But last night's run felt good. Mike and I took it nice and slow and increased speed when it felt right...walked when I needed to...and at one point we were holding at an 8:30ish pace for a little bit (I was shocked to say the least). Not sure what our distance was, probably just under three miles. But it was a good post-race run.
Tonight...we'll hopefully hit the pool.
Party on, campers.
After the ultrasound, the doctor wasn't convinced that she needed to pump a healthy 20-something full of radiation. So she cancelled the mammogram. Once again, the ultrasound didn't show much of anything...although she did feel the area in question. The thought is...asymetrical glandular tissue. And apparently nothing to be overly-alarmed about. Apparently some gals just have lumpy boobs.
Phew...a nice big sigh of relief. And in honor of not having to get squished by the big bad mammogram machine, Mike and I celebrated with breakfast at West Egg before I headed into work.
Coach Leah & Jason came over last night for a run and some Idol. It was the perfect distraction to keep my mind off of this morning's tests. After someone forgetting his shoes (and later forgetting his jacket and hat), we picked up a new pair at Fleet Feet and headed to the lake front path. A 30-something minute run was all the time Leah needed to devise a plan to make Mike and I fast as lightning for the Chicago Marathon. We'll be following the Pfitz plan...or at least a modified Pfitz plan...which will either be brilliant...or end in disaster. Eep! Hopefully we can keep up with the mileage.
I'll admit. I'm pretty excited. But scared sh*tless nonetheless. The goal times we discussed are slightly intimidating in my book when I look at the numbers (although for all of you it'd be a breeze). So I'm not publicly stating any goal times for the Chicago Marathon just yet...partly because I cannot go psyching myself out before training truly begins and partly because I want to see how I fair at the Chicago Distance Classic in August. But just trust that it'll be a doozie for me. It seems like Leah's determined to run the whimpiness right out of me.
But last night's run felt good. Mike and I took it nice and slow and increased speed when it felt right...walked when I needed to...and at one point we were holding at an 8:30ish pace for a little bit (I was shocked to say the least). Not sure what our distance was, probably just under three miles. But it was a good post-race run.
Tonight...we'll hopefully hit the pool.
Party on, campers.
Labels: Coach Leah and Jason
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 9:56 AM
9 Camper Comments:
YAY! So glad to hear it went well at the doc today. SO glad.
You are going to kill the Chicago Marathon, esp since you are forever yak free now.
glad to hear that your test went alright! whee.
it was fun running with you guys and I think it's going to be a blast working with you this summer. go go go marathon training
I am glad to hear all went well with the doctor. I can only imagine how you felt. It's a good feeling when it all turns out alright.
On a running note, it sounds as if you are going to be quite the speed demon for Chicago... by the way, what is the Pfitz plan??
I am sooooooo forevermore calling you the lumpy boob lady.
:)
glad to hear all went well at the doctor's office. i bet she just wanted to feel you up as much as possible :)
(((Barb)) THANK GOD for the positive test results.
Glad to hear tests went well! Yay!
I would definitely love to celebrate - scooter too - i'll email you.
I'm sure whatever goals leah set for you - you can do it.
I'm glad it was just a lumpy boob and not anything more serious!
This is great news for you - a huge relief, I'm sure!
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