April 23rd

In 2009 I applied for the NYC marathon lottery. I did not get accepted.

In 2010 I applied for the NYC marathon lottery. I did not get accepted.

In 2011 I applied for the NYC marathon lottery. I did not get accepted.

In 2012, I earned guaranteed entry after being denied 3 previous years. I must register by April 23rd to secure this guaranteed entry.

Due to injury, I took 6 months off from running. Only recently have I returned. I can run 4 miles without any knee pain.

The question is: will Laura practice enough self-control and common sense to resist this year's guaranteed entry or will she succumb to the temptation of something she's been waiting for for nearly half a decade?

My Injury

Running has been my exercise of choice for quite some time now. Its simplicity appeals to me. Basic articles of clothing, some laced up sneakers, and voila – instant exercise and stress relief.

All the simplicity has vanished ever since a chronic running injury popped up. Three months ago (right around the time of my most recent blog post!) I became determined to heal this injury once and for all. The problem is that there are way too many factors to consider. I received lots of advice and I can't follow it all. So I remain in limbo of what to do to get better. My advice has come from physical therapists, chiropractors, an orthopedic, fellow runners, friends, and a boyfriend. Here's my compilation of advice. Feel free to add to the list.

Stretch three times every day

Stretching is a waste of time. You don't see me stretching and I've never been injured a day in my life.

Keep running

Build up your mileage more slowly

Stop running

Rest

Don't stretch

Don't do anything physical – stretching, running, biking, yoga, walking, etc – for 2 weeks

Try pilates. It's great for runners

Strengthen the area 3-5 times per week

Don't do squats or lunges

Use heat to loosen up the area

Don't use heat!

Ice everyday

Get a knee brace that has gel supports

Use a knee brace if you want, but I think it's all mental

Go to an orthopedic

Get an x-ray to make sure this isn't serious

Get an MRI

I don't recommend an MRI

Take 3 ibuprofen three times daily for two weeks

Ibuprofen won't work if there isn't any inflammation

Don't run

Stay active and ignore the pain. Just don't run

Find a new activity to replace running. You may not be built for running.

This is the perfect time to get pregnant

Get married

Go see a chiropractor, but not for too long because he might make you worse to stay in business

The injury is connected to your lower back

The injury is a neurological issue

Get checked for food allergies

Get checked for seasonal allergies

Use KT tape

Use this electronic pain relief unit

Get acupuncture

We've got to get you healed and running. You are so much happier when you are running.

What College Didn't Teach Me About Teaching

Going into my fifth year of teaching, I still face new experiences that I never would have imagined while back in college.  I have the theory that teacher preparation should really involve more classroom experience and less formal schooling.  Most of what I learned in college did not prepare me for the day-to-day surprises that goes with being a teacher.  In particular, the beginning of the school year tends to catch me off guard the most.

Three years ago, I arrived at my classroom ready to prepare it for the new school year.  I had learned about all the guidelines for setting up a classroom, arranging desks, and decorating the walls.  I had not learned about the possibility that there might be faulty piping in the school.  My classroom was on the corner of the school, having two exterior walls.  I chose it because it had a door to the outdoors, allowing me to see daylight once in awhile.  Apparently, the contractors thought my corner classroom would be the best location for a drainage pipe.  Therefore, rainwater on the roof could drain through a hole in my ceiling and into the sink.  Unfortunately, the contractors did not deem it necessary to align the drainage pipe with the aforementioned sink.  The result: one week before school started I got to spend the day cleaning up a classroom flood instead of setting up my classroom.  That turned out okay, because the district ordered kick-proof walls for my classroom and made a mess of the place during their installation, so my things would have been moved anyway.  Floods and kick-proof walls?  Where was this in the college textbooks?

Last year, I started at a new school in a new district.  On my first day of school, I was scheduled to start my day as the special education teacher in a kindergarten classroom.  I entered the classroom to see a screaming, yelling, kicking five year old.  Though I didn't know this child and he was not one of the children I was assigned to work with, I went to help out so that the general education teacher could manage the rest of her class.  As soon as the child saw the opportunity, he bolted from the classroom and ran across the campus.  I quickly went into running mode and sprinted after him.  Here I was, the new teacher at a new school, giving my first impression to all as the teacher who chases after kids.  In dress shoes.  And a skirt.  There weren't any conventional tactics I could use to stop the child and he was heading for the parking lot, which exits into a busy intersection.  I had no choice but to reach out and scoop the child up in my arms, screaming and kicking, in front of lots of parents and teachers and the principal.

This year I faced some more surprises.  I arrived at school a week early to start planning for the year and arranging my classroom.  My to-do lists for school preparation are often a mile long.  This time I had the pleasure to add to my list "sweep up dead cockroaches."  There were about a dozen.  But, as usual, I managed to get everything cleaned up, floods and walls and cockroaches, before the students arrived on the first day of school.  It was a great day.  It went by in a blur, but everything went according to plan, or at least as close to plan as I expected.  During one of my groups, a child informed me in his own unique way that he needed the restroom.  He went to the in-class bathroom and I realized that he had had an accident.  So, while continuing instruction with the rest of my first graders through a crack in the bathroom door, I attended to the boy.  It turns out, he surprised me with much more than expected.

So, college, I have a bone to pick with you.  There are many things you taught me, but not nearly enough.  In all of those textbooks, where were the lessons on leaky roofs, kick-proof walls, cockroach infestations, runaway children, and poopy pants?

I'm Famous (Today Only)!

This morning, I received this E-mail:

Great news!  West Valley Runners is featured on the home page
right now!  Check it out and tell your friends:

http://www.meetup.com/tour/t/hp1_l1

Every day, a handful of the most active Meetup Groups are
chosen to appear on this page. Your Meetup will be appearing on
the home page all day today.

Congrats!

The Team at Meetup HQ


I clicked the link to check it out and celebrate my awesome Meetup group.  Not only is the group featured on the main page, but I am in the picture.  Way in the background, there is a woman in a black tank holding a pink ball.  That's me!  While I do find it funny that the picture advertising our group is of us bowling and not running, I won't complain about getting to be famous for the day.

Friend Jill likes to track her 15 minutes of fame.  I haven't done this yet, but maybe I should start.  I'd need to look up how to calculate such a thing.  For instance, my name has been in several newspapers after a big race (eg Long Island Half Marathon, Big Sur Marathon).  Does that count as fame?  I don't know.

People Watching

Laura has decided to bombard you with blog entries because in (less than!) two weeks, I'll be returning to work and therefore falling off the face of the earth for awhile.  Enjoy me while I'm around.
         



          As I walked back to my chair after a chilly dip in the Atlantic Ocean, I took notice of a boy creating a comical scene. Instead of sticking my nose in a book, I decided to dig my feet into the sand and enjoy the show in front of me. The boy repeatedly threw himself into the ocean waves, purposely allowing each rush of water to toss him around and ram him against the sand.

          As a Long Island child, I experienced many ocean beatings. Rule number one of swimming in the ocean focused on avoiding the wrath of waves at all costs. Jump over them, dive into them, but never let one suck you under. The end result of breaking this rule included a bathing suit full of sand, salt water down the throat, and a momentary panic that the wave would prevent you from getting a breath of fresh air for all eternity. Despite this universal knowledge, the boy seemed to gain pleasure from each wave that tormented him. He ran into the oncoming waves, letting them pummel him under for half a minute at a time. Each time he rose, a grin spread across his face as if he just finished his favorite ride in an amusement park. Sometimes he didn't bother to stand up, allowing several consecutive waves to crash over him and bully him to the ground. As hard as the waves tried, they could not knock this guy down from his euphoria. I envied his youthful enthusiasm and wondered why so many adults cease to have such innocent fun past a certain age. It took a long time, but the boy eventually did tire of his wave-crashing fun. He stepped away from the ocean, glowing with joy and glistening with salt water. He jogged up the beach toward his towel and passed me on his way. I smiled at him and he stopped to smile back. I commented on the fun he was having and asked him his age. “Thirty-two,” he responded. “I don't think children should get to monopolize fun.”

Running Late

While in New York, Craig and I went to see the Mets host the Phillies. I looked forward to seeing Citi Field for the first time, while Craig looked forward to seeing rowdy New York fans. Craig and I planned to walk the 1.5 miles to the train station and ride the rails to the game. I wore jeans because I knew I might get cold. I packed water and some food because I knew we might get hungry. We hustled out the door a few minutes behind schedule, which has been typical behavior for the two of us lately. Aware that we were running late, I walked the best speed-walk that my short legs could carry me. 

I checked the time after we had walked about half a mile. It was just past five and we were hoping to make the 5:13 train. With the realization that speed-walking simply wasn't going to be good enough, we began to run. Craig offered to take my backpack and I handed it off to him as he broke into a near sprint. I trailed behind, jogging in my jeans and hiking sandals. My jeans complained about being used inappropriately, while my heavy sandals slapped loudly with each step. Craig tried to encourage me to run faster, but I didn't feel the urgency that he did. He gave up on me and sprinted ahead in hopes that he could buy our train tickets while I caught up. He flew down the sidewalk, hopped over curbs, and dashed across the street. As he rushed across the road, the contents of my backpack turned on him. A water bottle splatted to the ground and an apple rolled into the street. Pedestrians in my home town are a rare sight to see, but Craig was lucky to have one near enough who picked up the apple and tossed it back to Craig. Craig fumbled the apple due to the pedestrian's throwing error, but this did not prevent Craig from continuing his sprint. He rounded the corner and stayed focused on his goal. By the time I neared the train station, Craig was out of sight. I checked the time once more and saw that it was 5:12. I reached the home stretch and knew I still had a chance. I lunged across the final street that separated me from the train station, while making sure the cars would be kind enough to let me cross. I turned the final bend and took the stairs two at a time up to the tracks. I crossed my fingers that Craig would be waiting there with tickets in hand. 

Instead I found a dozen or so Mets fans among other passengers standing impatiently by the tracks. With a glance to the overhead sign I learned that the train was delayed by fourteen minutes. I walked slowly down the stairs to find Craig. We calmly bought our tickets and headed back upstairs to wait with the others. As sweat poured down our faces and through our clothes on the especially humid July day, we concluded that we could have walked and still made the train. But where's the fun in that?

Giving Credit Where Credit Is Due

As a special education teacher, I embrace the use of many different technologies we have available. In special ed, these technologies allow children to become more independent in a variety of tasks. A wheelchair or walker is a wonderful tool for a child who cannot walk. Picture cards and communication devices allow children to talk. A child who continues to struggle with math facts may use a number line. Each of these technologies, and many more, are implemented with the goal of making children more independent and less reliant on adults to help them. The ultimate goal is that as they develop they can become less reliant on the technologies as they grow physically and cognitively.

However, I have two major issues with how technology is viewed today. The societal view seems to define technology as anything that has a power button. Secondly, the media tends to relay the message that all technology will make life better. These two ideas would be like giving a child an electric wheelchair when he could manipulate a non-electric wheelchair. Worse still, we could give a child a wheelchair who only has minimal difficulties with walking. In both of these cases, the child would receive more than necessary, resulting in a loss of skills and muscle tone. In my opinion, as our access to electronic technologies increase, we are losing many necessary skills in the process. There are positives to things like televisions, cell phones, computers, and calculators. But I believe these items have also led to decrease in creativity, memory, planning skills, and community building. We are not building these skills because we have equipment to do it for us.

That being said, I owe a “thank you” to a device that I continue to insult and consider to be unnecessary. Recently, I went to Pittsburgh to visit some friends. We planned to go to see the Pirates play the Red Sox. I volunteered to hold two of the four tickets since I had a backpack with me. The four of us arrived at the stadium and I went to retrieve the tickets. Within a few seconds I remembered that I had taken the tickets out to find my bus fare which had fallen to the bottom of the backpack. The tickets were sitting on a table in the house several miles away. I panicked, realizing that my friend and I would not be able to enter the stadium. Someone made a suggestion that we use the iPhone. The tickets I left behind were printed tickets, so the tickets were saved in E-mail form. Like magic, we were able to use the iPhone as our tickets and enter the game.

The ticket lady is trying to figure out how to scan the phone

If this tool hadn't been available, I believe we would have made due. We could have found a creative solution, made alternate plans, or bought more tickets. Though the night would have been fine either way, I was appreciative of getting to go to the game. I hadn't seen the Red Sox in person before. I learned that Red Sox must have a really good special effects crew, because they sure don't look that sloppy on tv.

Thank you, iPhone, for allowing me to be careless and forgetful without having to face any long term consequences.