Dirt beet on a dirt bike

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Three months ago:

I was sprawled on the ground with my overturned dirt bike growling away beside me. I quelled the panic with calm, yet chastising thoughts. You’re just fine….but what the hell did you just do? It was hot and dusty but strangely comfortable there on the ground so I rested my helmet-clad head upon the rocks and waited for the others to catch up to me. I am so embarrassed. I had known from the second of impact that something was not right with my arm. Out of curiousity, I swivelled my head to survey the damage and sure enough, my elbow was an abnormal shape. Flattened, sort of. I could see a bone pressing outwards. I wonder if that will require pins? I laid my head back down as help arrived.

Turns out, I did not require pins or even a cast. I had an incredibly dislocated elbow and a fracture. It took two attempts by the ER doctor to reset it and then I was confined to a sling for nearly a month.

Three months of rest, physio, then strength training and I’m finally rehabbed enough to get back on the bike. It was a slow reintroduction…I did two short tracks and decided to end on a high note. For the remainder of the weekend, I simply enjoyed our remote campsite in BC. It was the perfect weekend away with a great group of friends, a private lake, and idyllic views.

Halfway lake

C&D on dirtbikes

 

~C.



back in the running

I didn’t think this would happen again, but here we go.

Training for the Mount Robson half-marathon.

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The last half-marathon I ran was three years ago in New Zealand.

Since then, I thought my racing days were over when I learned that my partially-torn ACL had reduced itself to nearly nothing at all.  According to the results from the MRI I had in the fall of 2014 (after yet another injury), all that is left is a stub that has fused to the bone. Add that to a damaged MCL and a partially-torn meniscus that has flipped under itself and you can understand why I was led to believe that running 21.5 km would not happen again.

However, I accepted this as a personal challenge and I registered for the Mount Robson half-marathon and figured I’d see if I could at least make it through training. I’m up to 16 km and going strong, so it’s looking promising! I attribute this progress to a mix of strength training, my talented physiotherapist (who also happens to be my sister), and quite possibly the sheer magicalness of the universe because I sure as hell can’t explain it.

A little over two weeks until race day.

 

~C.



It’s all coming {slowly} together…

I’m finally making the transition to a self-hosted site and will be livening things up around here. There are still a few snags to work out, though.

For instance, where did my header go?!

My Technical Advisor is helping me work on it. See?

Carolyn and Leila

Please check back soon!

~ C.



The start of the snowboarding season

My first day of the season at Sunshine Village consisted of several small triumphant “firsts”.

It was the first time in almost two years that I went riding solo (it doesn’t happen very often but when it does, I appreciate the time alone in the mountains).

It was also the first time ever that I made first chair of the day.

And, most importantly, it was the first time I attempted snowboarding since learning that I do not have an ACL anymore. Pretty sure this means I’m invincible.

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~C.





Procrastinating by writing about procrastinating

For years, I’ve branded myself as a procrastinator.

This self-deprecating term isn’t entirely accurate. I feel as though it makes me sound lazy. Unmotivated. Uninterested.

However, when I proclaim I’m a procrastinator, what I’m not conveying to people is that I haven’t done a particular task because my focus is scattered, not because I’m lazy or don’t want to do it. There are SO many different things that I want to do, that they are all contenders for my attention. I’m not certain which one to do first.

Take this very moment, for instance. I have some days off, and there is a race going on in my head. A fight for priorities. I am writing, but I’m also doing laundry and thinking about all the emails I need to clean out of my inbox, and how I need to finish my maid of honor speech today, plus the workout/physiotherapy exercises to do, the errands that need to be run, and the house that desperately needs to be cleaned. There are those books I want to read, but it’s so beautiful outside and I should be taking advantage of it because these summer days are limited and I want to plan some hikes and bike trips and camping. There are unfinished projects, like going through travel photos from the past seven years that I am going to sort and print, and the beat-up sideboard table that’s sitting in my garage (half-sanded). I’ve been neglecting yoga lately, to the detriment of my hamstrings and hip flexors, but wouldn’t mountain biking be a great activity to take up? Also, I’m long overdue in catching up with some dear friends I  haven’t seen in quite some time, plus there’s that obedience/scent detection course that I think Leila-dog would really benefit from attending, which I should look into. I have pretty much forgotten how to use my DSLR, so I’d like to brush up on my camera skills. I have some new cookbooks to try out and I’ve always wanted to learn how to crochet because, you know, throw blankets are a necessity. I miss horseback riding and would love to regularly visit the farm and have my mum coach me back into an acceptable riding form, and there’s that big trip my sister and I are planning for next year that I need to start researching. I want to brush up on my professional skills too and take some more courses. And, this blog layout annoys me and I want to make it more interesting.

That’s not even the entire list, of course.

Am I unwittingly a candidate for an ADHD diagnosis? Or am I just interested in too many things and need to narrow my focus?

Prioritize, organize, and finalize. Short-term vs long-term goals.

Sometimes, I get so overwhelmed with all the possibilities that I start doing several things at once and don’t finish any of them for a prolonged length of time. Or, I just sit at the computer and list everything I want/need to do, to avoid making a decision.

Hmmm. Maybe I am a little bit of a  procrastinator after all.

~C.

 

 



Time-out from the city

Sometimes, spontaneity is unexpectedly staying overnight at the family farm….

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….and going horseback riding the next morning in borrowed jammy jams.

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It’s becoming increasingly more difficult to envision my future self living in the city.
Despite the fact that I’ve been living in a city for more than 10 years (and I certainly do appreciate many of the urban conveniences!), I have always been drawn to a rural lifestyle.

What more can I say? It’s in my roots.

And, apparently it’s illegal to keep a pony in my backyard. Fun-spongey city bylaw officers.

~C.



Firsts

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First weekend of summer.

First run since my knee injury in February.

First yoga workshop, focusing on arm balances and inversions. (For the record, I’m much better at inverting than I am at arm balancing….for now.)

I’m sore and bruised, but it was just the push I needed to remove myself from my comfort zone.

And, really…I’m bettering myself one face-plant at a time.

~C.

 



And I said, Hey! Girl with one eye…

At the risk of sounding like an absolute phony, I generally don’t mind Monday mornings all that much. New week, fresh start, blah de blah blah.

This particular Monday morning though, I feel like I could have done with an extra day off. My eyeballs are on the verge of falling out of my head. Some last-minute, urgent documents appeared on my desk Friday afternoon (which needed to be done for Monday morning, naturally), so I had a technical writing marathon this weekend.

This doesn’t happen too often. And it probably wouldn’t have been so bad, had I not had eye surgery the other week. Just a touch-up on my right eye though, which is now super clear compared to the gentle fuzziness of my left. As a result, eye strain ensued while I was parked in front of my computer for a total of 16 hours. By the end, I was doing this tragic sort of drunken lurch towards the computer screen and back again, squinting with mouth slightly agape, closing one eye for better focus. I was also perched upon this wonderful Sit Active cushion – gifted to me by my sister on my 30th birthday, as a pre-emptive strike against poor posture that apparently comes with ageing – which also happens to look like something made for hemorrhoid sufferers.

I glammed up the whole situation though (well, lets not kid myself – made the situation somewhat enjoyable), by setting up office at my sunny kitchen table, lighting some deliciously scented candles and putting on a beautiful playlist (Ambient Icelandic Stargazing on Songza), while drinking mugs of warm lemon water and wearing slipper booties.

While it wasn’t the most ideal way to spend the weekend, I got ‘er done. And, this upcoming weekend is a three-day break for me, so guess who’s going to be making up for lost time?

~C.



Laid up

Today is a day I’m working from home, in my pyjamas.

Last night I had the misfortune of reigniting my ol’ ACL injury. Which kind of puts a damper on this upcoming weekend. I’ve had this girl’s snowboarding weekend scheduled for over a month! Instead of riding in -30 degree weather though, I might be booking myself in for a spa session.

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Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.

Also, I’ve just booked flights for a little getaway in April. I’m temporarily not bummed out!

~C.