I bet you thought I was....

I bet you though I died during my last Marathon and that's why I haven't been blogging?

That's about the last time I blogged, just before that race of 26.2 miles happened. Well I've got good news. I did not die. I'm still around, and I'm still running. I just am not blogging (we will refrain from excuses and pretend 2 months have not passed). The Virginia Beach "Shamrock" Marathon was awesome. In fact, it Sham-rocked. I had a PR at 3:55. Only a minute faster than my last PR but I felt infinitely better throughout the race, and despite my calves cramping in the last 2 miles, I may have finished at 3:50. So, Ill consider it a success and get another PR next time. Whether the PR was due to the fact I had a "good day", I trained better this time, the weather was great, or I was just running faster to get to the free Yuengling at the end of the race...I'm not really sure, but the beer sure did taste just as good as I thought it would. Jerry was nice enough to come with me and watch me run 26 miles which I am sure was sooo exciting for him. I actually give him props on his first "almost-half-marathon" since he reports that he walked 12 miles in order to see me as many times as he could along the course. I have a great catch here. However, I was not sympathetic of complaints of sore feet or chafing on the ride home. I had enough complaints of my own that needed sympathizing.

The champion and the chafer

Now that I have recovered fully, the running continues. The Detroit Free Press Marathon is in my future. I have high hopes to get my mother to run it as well...that may be a long distant hope, but we can see how much persuading I can do. The weather in Winston keeps getting hotter (while the nightlife remains cold and unlively), and the humidity is slowly melting me like the Wicked Witch of the West. The Wicked Witch of Wake Forest. That's me. Oh what a world, what a world.

Fortunately, not too much has happened to me in the last 2 months. I have successfully just completed my first year of Graduate school here at Wake. I still work crazy hours for my advisor, Dr. Messier, and I still work at HELPS. In fact, the most recent job at HELPS has been to retrieve UFO's (Unidentified Fallen Objects) from a mystery (or not so mystery) patient....however I personally think we should replace Unidentified with Identified...because there is no doubt to any of us what those fecal, I mean fallen objects are. Oh HELPS, new adventures daily. I know, you all want my job.

This marks the return of my blogging; while this is not one of my best or most entertaining posts, it will serve as a "coming back". And now that I am officially done with all my grad school classes EVER, I can no longer use that as an excuse. More to come...stay tuned.

Superkenz

I am known to take on more than I can handle....scratch that. I can handle everything, duh. Better...I like to be busy, and I like stay busy. I like to be successful more than anything, and you have to work hard to be successful. Or cheat, but I like to stay ethical. I usually have the mentality "I can sleep when I die". Sounds just about right. I don't get too much enjoyment out of sitting on a couch watching television..unless it is Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, or The Office. (Oh my god, I sound like a 60 year old). Jerry will back this up as it drives him nuts on a hungover Sunday when I exclaim "I'm bored" repeatedly and all I want to do is "someeeeeeetihng". Maybe I'm more of a 6 year old than a girlfriend or a 60 year old. Anyways, this is what has been keeping me busy lately...

SEACSM aka "Nerd Haven". Imagine this... research and posters on physiology, cardiology, psychology, chemistry, biology, engineering and how they all related and tie into exercise. Throw in a couple professors, speakers at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, free wine at a reception dinner, a paid for trip by WFU, and a new notepad filled up with notes on concussions, biomech analysis, transporter cells, SIX1 expression, and exercise and pregnancy and you have the getaway of a life time! Last weekend, our class traveled to Greenville, SC for the Southeast American College of Sports Medicine Conference. This is annual thing that Wake sends all the graduate students, and some of the staff to in order to see what the new lines of research are in our field. I think they also send you there to see just how "free spirited" a couple of your professors can be. A couple examples....

Dr. Berry (a eccentric..very eccentric WFU professor AND the Chair of our department) receives the ACSM Service Award at the opening night Presidents Lecture. Not to brag, I know him. But oh, did I leave out the part where he unbuckles his belt upon receiving it and is referred to as an exhibitionist? WE. ARE. WAKE FOREST.

Dr. Marsh, straight from Australia, tells myself and another classmate after defeating us in yet another game of pool, (be sure to use your best Aussie accent) "the foreigners win again, take that you Americans"... (let me not leave out the fact that I may have started this after making a tricky shot and yelling "F*** yeah, AMERICA". Oh beer.)

HELPS Winter Banquet. From previous posts, HELPS is the cardiac rehab facility I work at here at Wake. Every year they have an awards banquet for the participants. "Congratulations, Tom, you've been in the program for 20 years!". This momentous occasion was held last night. Let me try and sell this one to you. Old people, lots of them. Church setting. Door prizes (lucky me I got a hand knitted blue purse...good I was looking for something to match my long sleeve, floor length gown). Coleslaw. Lots of loud talking due to lots of hearing aids. LIVE Bluegrass music. "When I had my first heart attack..." talks. Old people smell. Pictures of everything taken by our lovely, dementia-driven, photographer, who may need a bigger dose of whatever it is she is taking. You get my drift...an experience, none the less. They all love it though, and it is very rewarding knowing how much they really do appreciate everything we do for them.

studying, working, reading, teaching, grading. This is what takes up the majority of my time. I would bore you with what I read, what I teach, what I grade, but I'll spare you, and myself, the time. After all, the sooner I get done posting this, the sooner I can get back to studying for an exam I have tomorrow on Stress*

Being Excited. I am typically always excited about something. This has been escalated with a trip to West Palm Beach this weekend with my mama, Dayton next weekend for a Green House* reunion and a celebration of a Green House Girl ENGAGEMENT, and a trip to Kiawah Island for Spring Break with Jerry and friends from college, and my Marathon the next weekend....oh man it is hard to contain all my emotions. I am basically peeing my pants right now as I type I am so excited for all these trips and events and oh my gosh, FUN (minus the running 26 mile thing).

Running like a mad woman (while we are one it). This is pretty constant in all my busy weeks - but recently it has taken a turn from "I run a lot" to "I am crazy". Last week I ran 52 miles, this week I will do it again. I am sore all day, every day, my feet are too gross to share, but the Shamrock Marathon (VA Beach) is in less than 5 weeks and I am determined to be ready.

Losing weight?! I'll leave it right there, I don't want to jinx it.

So, as you can see, I am Superkenz, doing it all and saving the world at the same time. I try to not complain or get stressed because, quite simply, I love living my life and doing everything that I do. And that's all she wrote (do I have to site this?).




*Stress. Okay, Ill bore you a little bit because it's interesting. We discuss in my health Psychology class that stress is not real. It is what you perceive it to be. We all have stressors, these are the inevitable, traffic, noise, deadlines, relationships, etc...but who is to say that these stressors have to be perceived as stress? Interesting concept, I will leave it at that for you to think about. Try and catch yourself next time and don't let it turn into a negative thinking. I sound like Gandhi.

*The Green House. Always Capitalized. An accumulation of trainwrecks that lived in a Green House at UD. My best friends. Bad decisions and worse hangovers.
The Green House girls on the Green House porch, minus a couple...don't let the smiles and nice clothing fool you

Fish Burps

Getting a Masters in Health and Exercise Science makes me believe I should live the healthiest of lifestyles.

I run 5 days a week because if I didn't then I would be a hypocrite.

I try to steer away from fast food and junk food (not well, but I try) because that's what healthy people do.

I don't smoke because its repulsive (oh, and unhealthy).

I take a multi-vitamin every day because that sounds like it should be healthy.

I feel like I get questions about this kind of stuff frequently. Lots of people will ask me what kind of vitamins they should take, or when is the best time to drink a protein shake?, Whats the magic way to lose weight?, Should I eat more calcium? More Zinc?, My back hurts - what can I take? Stop here. My back really does hurt.

I typically can't answer any of these questions having to do with nutrition - my only answers are what I read online or what nutritionists I work with tell me (which I do understand is more QT than most Americans spend with a nutritionist so I give myself credit on some of my knowledge). I am pretty good at making up answers however, not to brag, so consider yourself warned next time you ask me a nutrition question - I may know it...but I also may be bullshitting you on what I think sounds good.

I asked one of my classmates, a (very fast) runner, a healthy person (like all of us, duh), and also a girl who is up on her nutritional supplements (or could be a good bullshitter like me - but I'm willing to believe her) about this back pain that I'm sure as a 22 year old pain I should be having. She recommended taking fish oil - said helps with joint pain. (not to mention it helps with lots of other things...helping control cholesterol levels and reduced inflammation around the body - not only in the joints...but of course, I knew all that)

I thought I would give it a try...
I started last week.
The pills are large.
And urine-colored.
I ended shortly after.
My burps smell like fish.
It's so rancid it makes me want to throw up.
Don't let the cutesy wootsy design fool you


No joking, they were miserable. Any little big of indigestion you had was awful. I guess I didn't even realize how much you have those little burps that no one else even notices until I was trying will all my might to NOT have them. However, the 3 days I made it through them - I am convinced my back was feeling better - not as stiff and my runs were smoother. I just cant deal with the burps. Anyone take fish oil? Can you handle it? Other suggestions for joint pain? (stop running 40 miles a week is not an option) I've heard flax seed is supposed to be good...but I don't know how I feel about burping up flax. After all, I don't even know what flax is.