Okay, stop me if you've heard this before. Another member of our family has the stomach flu. I know CRAZY right?! I'm spraying bleach cleaner like there's no tomorrow. Hear someone cough? Spray it down. Someone just walked out of the bathroom? Spray it down. Saw a kid wipe their nose on a sleeve? Change the shirt. And then spray.that.shit.down.
The poor hubs mentioned feeling a little nauseous last night and we were all hoping it was a fluke but no such luck. I wanted him to get rest. The Dude was really excited that he went the whole night without getting sick, so I said I'd take him and his brother to get a Christmas tree. I know, it's crazy early for that but we wanted it up before my mom got to town for the race. Plus I just love the smell of pine in the house mmmmmm.
Currently no carpet on the ground because we're hosing it off. No more explanation needed :(
We were all hopeful that this would be the year that Croc would leave the tree alone. He is a very sweet and curious kid and touched and/or dropped every single one of the ornaments. We have these tiny little gift box ornaments that were so cute. When I walked in the door today, I saw the tiny wrapping paper on the ground in tatters. Turns out Croc thought he scored a little gift inside the tree. I mean who WOULDN'T open a tiny package at eye level? He was pretty bummed there was nothing inside.
The Dude found these elf ears that have seen their better days. I think one of the ears is on its last thread.
There's nothing like plugging in those lights for the first time when the sun goes down. Jon used to only like white lights on trees but somehow over the years I've convinced him that colorful lights are the way to go.
He managed to squeeze in one park trip before the flu bug took over. Croc loved riding the carousel. There are actually a lot of carousels in the Bay Area if you like them too!
It's amazing how resilient kids are. Croc got over his flu bug in less than 48 hours and the older one in less than that. Yet Jon and I take weeks to recover. I'm still coughing all the time and it's been over a month. The guy I sit next to at work is probably so sick and tired of listening to me cough all the time. He casually put on some noise canceling headphones the other day :)
I had already scheduled my pre-marathon deep tissue massage for today, and Jon said I shouldn't cancel. Plus I really wanted to get the heck out of the germ ward for a few hours. I set the boys up with enough snacks to feed a small village, made sure the hubs was supplied with Pedialyte and Gatorade, and then I went to SenSpa which is truly a slice of self-care heaven in San Francisco. It's tucked in one of the old historic buildings in the Presidio. You'd never guess the calm atmosphere that's on the inside when you walk in from the outside.
They did a great job decorating the space and making it feel cozy. These chaise lounges with soft blankets and pillows line a long space where you can listen to the fountains and calm music. I love a good spa, and I never turn down one of the many varieties of spa water they all offer. Tonight I had rosemary water and blueberry hot tea. The hot tea especially was really yummy and hit the spot on a cool night.
The robes were also incredibly soft—why can't I find robes this soft in real life. I judge a good spa on its spa snacks, robes, and locker rooms.
This room above is the fireplace meditation area. I swear I almost fell asleep and very well could have slept an entire 8 hours straight without even requiring a blanket. CO-ZY!
Before I scheduled this treatment, I did a little research on when the best time is to get a pre-race massage and thought this RunnersConnect article had some useful advice. It recommends getting one at least 3-5 days before the race or longer if it’s been a while since your last massage. "Also note that the deeper the massage, the longer it takes for the body to recover and respond – just like running workouts."
I also thought this bit of info was interesting from Outside Magazine which says the real benefits of massage may just be in our heads:
Study after study has found that pre-race massage doesn’t necessarily help increase muscle strength or flexibility, but that the psychological benefits alone might be worth the investment. A 2011 study found that athletes with a regular massage routine were twice as likely to finish their goal race than athletes who had no bodywork done. This may be because massage has been found to aid psychological recovery from intense efforts, like long runs, and significantly increase perceived performance, even if no actual performance boost was found.
Just as I'm sure my esthetician is going to tell me I should get a facial every 4-6 weeks (really? who has time and money for that?!), I'm also ready for the "drink lots of water to flush out the toxins" lecture from my masseuse. I know drinking water is really important, but I wanted to see why it's so important after a massage. Sometimes if I know the science behind things, I'm more likely to do what I'm supposed to do :)
I was pretty surprised to find many, many, many articles debunking the idea that you need to drink extra fluids to flush lactic acid from your body after a massage. The better reason for runners to drink water after a massage is to make sure your muscles are fully hydrated (because we know hydrated muscles are happy muscles!). Has this been a masseuse-wide conspiracy to get us all to be more hydrated in general? If so, it's working!
Yesterday I went to a pilates reformer class in the morning before most of the house was up and at em. I used to go to pilates classes a couple times a week and I really miss it. I tried a new studio that had an introductory offer for 3 classes. The class I signed up for was called Glutes, Guns, and Core. Being a noob to that particular studio, I made myself comfortable on the reformer away from the front of the class. Only I didn't realize it was the reformer that was reserved for one-on-one trainings. The instructor kept looking at me but didn't say anything until I eventually said, "is this where I'm supposed to be?"
Then halfway through class I heard her say to wipe down our machines. I thought maybe that was because we were only going to work on the back of the machine for the rest of class, or maybe we'd do mat work on the ground or something. I bent over to clean my sliding board, and when I looked up the person next to me seemed different (did she have on that blue tank a bit ago?) and was staring at me strangely. Then I noticed another woman standing over my reformer looking a little impatient. It took me a full 2-3 minutes to understand that there was another room adjacent to the studio and another class was in there on towers. The idea was that both classes would switch halfway through REFORMER <--> TOWER. The woman was waiting for me to get up and move along! When I get embarrassed I tend to jabber a lot which I did in this situation too. I started laughing uncomfortably and saying, "oh my it's my first class" and "I had no idea it was a switching kind of thing." Ugh. Get it together noob!!
I'm sure I'll finish out the rest of the 3-class package but I think that this particular studio might be a little too intensely she-she for me. Cold towels in the locker room? Icy water for free? Lavender scented cleaning spray? This is far too classy for my income and workout standards :)
I picked up some hydration across the street at a really she-she coffee shop. Happy Moose juice is so good!
The boys love it when one of the parents is sick because it means quality time is often spent watching movies together so the other parent can nod off like an 80-year-old.
Tomorrow I do 10 miles as my last double digit run before the marathon. Another noob move is that you're not really supposed to run hard or long the day after a deep tissue massage but, hey, when the family is sick you sort of do what you have to do!
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