Inspiration Day

Inspired to be healthy!


Abagail sure would like to assist me in the kitchen


If you don’t want to read about another injury, you might want to skip this blog post. A week ago Friday morning, I was running at 5:00 a.m. under the street lights of downtown Dodge City. I was feeling pretty good about my clavicle/shoulder injury and had gotten dismissed from my Ortho doctor five days earlier. My bruised ribs were still sore but I categorized the pain as an annoyance only; and nothing that would worsen by running. I was shaving five or ten seconds off every run and thinking about finding a couple more 5K races to participate in this fall. I was back to having sweaty workout clothes to wash most every day and life was returning to normal.

One misstep off a curb that I had been navigating for several weeks and my weak ankle rolled painfully sideways causing my toe to catch on the pavement which then hyperextended the top of my foot and I fell awkwardly to the street. Although I was in pain, it was not unbearable. My shoulder and ribs were not re-injured so I bucked it up and hobbled the mile back to where my vehicle was parked and waited for John to finish his run (because he was way ahead and had no idea I had fallen). Because I could walk, it gave me a false sense of security and well-being and we went ahead and left town for the weekend as we were previously planning to do.

John raced his first cyclocross race of the season on Saturday morning in Kansas City and I stayed pretty close to the Yukon as my ankle was swollen pretty badly. Unfortunately, John crashed and went down extremely hard on his hip and knee and because he wasn’t able to put any weight on his knee, we made the decision to go the ER for precautionary X-rays. John insisted that since we were there anyway, that I may as well have my foot X-rayed. We took a picture of our matching hospital wrist bands and some silly selfies while waiting.


Two patients


Passing the time in the ER

We chuckled as we had to explain a half dozen times why this husband and wife were both injured and a car wreck was not the cause. The results came back and John was very bruised but PTL nothing was fractured. I, was not given such good news in that my fifth metatarsal was fractured in two places. This, of course was devastating news to me but I tried not to bawl and John tried to be upbeat and positive even though the poor guy was suffering from his own painful injuries. They placed a rigid splint on my foot going all the way to my knee and was given crutches and told not to put any weight on my foot until I saw an orthopedic doctor.

I worried from the first mention of crutches that they would be a problem with my sore ribs and sure enough after only about 10 steps using them, my ribs were on fire and they became my true debilitating injury. We found a drug store in Lawrence that sold a knee cart and that became my transportation for Sunday and Monday until I could get in to see the Orthopedist. Can you imagine that phone call and having to admit that I had another injury? Ugh! There was good news from my appointment though as the doctor said I could walk on it with a special boot. So the expensive knee cart is sitting in my closet while I walk with the equally expensive boot.


My ribs are healing again and I can get through most of the day on only two ibuprofen. My bone break doesn’t hurt at all when I’m in the boot and the boot also protects my ankle from rolling again. In the mornings my ankle size is near normal but my whole foot is black and blue. By the end of the day it is swollen to twice its size. I have a feeling the ankle will give me fits long after the foot bone is healed. That dang ankle has been weak since I was a child; spraining it about every summer. You might remember I severely sprained it in 2013 and was still dealing with its pain this past summer on the Great Divide when pushing Justice up steep hills.


Anyway, if John had not had his bicycle crash, I probably would have not gotten an X-ray and the foot and ankle would have taken much longer to heal without the boot. Once again I amazed at how God orchestrates healing.

My inspiration comes from women my age and older who have embraced their age and who actively and intentionally ride this train we call life. I am one of those women! I will not allow this injury to depress me. I can’t bicycle. I certainly can’t run or even walk for fitness. I can’t work my core or lift weights to strengthen my upper body due to the rib pain. BUT, I can drive and am getting ready each morning and hobbling into work. Our daughter Angie has accompanied me twice to buy groceries as I ride in the Walmart electric cart (hey, they are pretty handy!).  I’m juicing up a storm and I attribute my good spirits to juicing. It’s something I can do that is good for my body when everything else is off limits for perhaps another five weeks.

When I can’t bicycle, I will run
When I can run, I will walk
When I can’t walk, I will lift weights to gain strength
When I can’t lift, I will juice!


I’m not kidding, it really is delicious and filling!


Inspired to juice!

So…I hinted that I was dabbling in “juicing” in my last post. I will admit that I have jumped in full throttle. YES I was inspired!
I already had this old Oster juicer from the early 90’s when I had decided to give it a go way back then. I had probably used the thing a half dozen times when I abandoned the process because it was way more trouble and work than I had time for back in those days. But also, back then I was only juicing carrots or oranges and apples and I decided why bother when picking up a jar or carton at the grocery store was extraordinarily less trouble. Thus the juicer was put away deep deep into an upper cabinet. It survived several garage sales and made the move with us in 1997 to the house we live in now. Fast forward to one month ago when I read an advertisement on Facebook about the health benefits of juicing and it just made sense to me. I was prepared to buy a juicer when I remembered I had one somewhere 😎

So I’m going to skip all the trial and error and tell you what I’m doing now and loving it! I go to the grocery store sometime over the weekend and buy enough produce to last me the entire week. First to Dillons to see what they have by way of organics and then to Walmart to see what they’ve got. I usually buy something at both places. This weekend, we were in Wichita so I took an ice chest and bought some really fresh organic produce at Whole Foods. I sometimes don’t find any organic produce that looks fresh enough to buy and will purchase traditional instead. Either way I bring it home and wash it all up with organic veggie wash. I’m sure the purists among you are scowling at the thought of consuming non-organic produce, so I’m also going to admit that I eat red meat too.

Anyway, the washing of the produce is time consuming but necessary to remove not only dirt but the pesticides and other unmentionables that I have eliminated even having to think about. I had to be an Indian-giver (and obviously I am not politically correct when I use that term) when I asked my daughter Angie if she still had the salad spinner that I had given her a long time ago. A clean white bath towel is laid out on the cabinet and all the washed and rinsed produce is laid out to dry. This week I bought yellow bell peppers, cucumbers, red cabbage, red leaved romaine, bok choy, yellow squash, and carrots. I have gotten into the habit of adding either carrots or green apples for added sweetness to every recipe.

Every morning, I juice up a mason jar full which gives me three glasses of goodness to drink throughout the day. I always keep on hand ginger root and juice about an inch to every jar full. I am really not following any true recipe but rather making it up with whatever I found by way of good looking produce that week. I just keep throwing veggies and fruit in the juicer until my jar is full. I have to say that I don’t always love what I juiced but I know it’s good for me, I know I spent a wad of money on the ingredients, and I know the whole process was very time consuming, so I’m not about to waste a drop. But…90 percent of the time, I have really enjoyed the flavor. My first week of juicing I fasted for four days (meaning I ate nothing other than my juice). That meant I drank more than three glasses to fill full enough that I wouldn’t cheat. I don’t plan on doing that again anytime soon, but I know it was incredibly good for me. My weight is down; my craving for sugar is gone; and I have control over what I eat during the day. Good stuff Maynard!

Oh yes, one more thing…the cleanup of the juicer is NOT my favorite part of the process 😉