First off, Deena Kastor's not going to be running the marathon this November because she's pregnant. Who knew? I can't help but read that article and wonder if maybe the baby was an unexpected blessing. None of my business. Good for her, and this brings me THAT MUCH closer to winning. Ha ha. My hopes are on Shalane Flanagan.
Second off, everyone had good long runs this weekend. Except me. Because I'm not running. I hate to call out another blogger publicly, but I am freaking JEALOUS of Mrs. Duffy. I kept waiting for that corner-turning point, and I was sensing it, and then I stopped running before I got there.
So, my health: You know what makes me sad? I miss spinach. That makes me sad. I'm mostly down with the fact that I have to monitor (effectively limit) my Vitamin K intake because of my blood thinners, but every now and then I see someone with a giant spinach salad - or, yum, cooked spinach with BACON - and I get annoyed. Because I want it. Because I love spinach.
In the grocery store the other day, I actually heard myself say, "I would rather die than not eat spinach." Melodrama much?
If the recently approved generic lovenox means lower prices, I will give myself shots of blood thinners twice a day so that I can eat spinach again. Then I could also have babies, which I can't do on coumadin. But I'm not so much into the whole baby thing.
While I'm on my health, my iron levels are up again. I've taken my iron pills consistently for the past few months and my ferritin is above 100! (It dipped down into the single digits once, hovered in the teens for a while, and then went up into the low 30s for a brief time.) So I'm iron-fine! Just in time for foot strike hemolysis to pound the iron out through the soles of my feet... Once I start running again, that is.
Yeah. I promise I'll talk about running again soon. Maybe even tomorrow... when I have a special treat for you: my sister/coach guest blogs!