PR for Massage Therpay

I had graduated Medical School majoring in Pediatrics in Moscow, Russia, in 1993. After that I had moved to US and due to limited (read: non-existent) knowledge of English and a heavy duty obligation to support a family I had not taken a National Medical Board Exam for my license conversion and instead joined the forces of Biological Sciences. I had worked in Academic institutions and Pharmaceutical companies in US for 17 years now...

However, my passion for helping help people "one person at a time" using the knowledge of Medicine and curiosity for discovering the reasons of pain, along with my personal athletic pursuits, had brought me to Massage School to become an LMT. I started attending Oregon School of Massage in Portland, and continued here, in Austin, at Texas Healing Arts Institute. In the summer of 2010 I had finished all the required "hands-on" internship and took a National Certification Exam for an LMT.

That said, here is the shameless promotion. I am a certified LMT (license # MT111478) with ABMP insurance. I still hold my full-time job as a Research Associate at UT Austin, but because I love helping people and am pretty good at it, I am offering the following:

I will be available for "house-calls" for massage sessions. That means, your house (please make sure you have a room with enough space to put a massage table in and be able to move around it), my massage table and work. I will be having appointments weekday evenings (after 6pm) and some weekends afternoon. I prefer to be emailed at least 1 week in advance to schedule an appointment. My rates are extremely reasonable (it is not my food-on-the-table job, it's my passion) - I will charge $45 for an hour and $60 for 90min. If the location is more than 10 miles away, there will be driving fee (applied separately) - I live in NW Austin.

Email with any question. Spread the word. I have had many a clients, and may be one day I'll put up a website with a feedback, bu for now you might just have to try for yourself:)

Thanks, and looking forward seeing you.

Drinking not my cup of tea

This could have been an unpleasant experience, that cup of tea. It sure could have been. If I chose it to be that. But - I chose otherwise...and with that not only the taste was good, so was the color and the amount and...well, you get the idea:)

I was spot on when I said I might get sick. On Monday I came down with the flu, and Tuesday and Wednesday the fever and the splitting clogging were unbearable. I still had to work, and cough out that presentation on Thursday, and on Friday I did my first "exercises" - I walked home from work. Boy, that was a weak plan of tapering...

My birthday was sweet and homey. Larry and I went to Hill of Life area and he ran, while I walked and shuffled, trying to clear my lungs - and my nose. It didn't really help. Nor did Sunday group run, when I, instead of keeping up with the boys, crawled at the rear of the girls, and the legs were shaking. By the end of the day Larry came down with the flu...why am I not surprised.

The following week was just a repeat, only now I didn't get to sleep because Larry was coughing and sneezing, not me. I tried to commute-run on Tuesday, and making my 6M route full 15 min longer didn't give me much confidence. On Friday I threw together some gels and S! caps and drove 8 hrs straight (with one stop for gas and 3 stops for peeing on the side of the highway) to Canyon, TX...

Apparently, Texas has a canyon, and it's beautiful. It is also located at 3,000 feet (at the bottom). Running at even such altitude had always given me breathing problems (think Peterson Ridge Ramble in Sisters, OR).
I stayed with Joe P. and John K. in Joe's camper - a real treat with real bed instead of planned car-sleeping! And the company couldn't have been better...

Joe told me the race is flat as a pancake. Did I tell you it's not my cup of tea, running a flat race at 3,000 feet, in the forecasted heat of 90F with no shade on hard packed trails covered with fine dust? Yeah, he also said I have to place myself in front of the pack as the first 3 miles are in a horse trench and I wouldn't want to get stuck in a train. I really am not a fan of a fast start...
Joe also introduced me to a handful of guys and told them not to get ahead of me on the first loop, as I will pass them on the third. I am a choo-choo train. I am not fast, I don't look like a runner, and I don't have an attitude of one. But I sure move steady once all my freight will get in motion...and I proved Joe correct.

It was to be treated as a training run, as a "take it as it comes", as "just finish since it's the first 50 in a series" thing. I don't think I had ever had such a simple and profound attitude. All I had to do is just take care of my body, plain and simple, and believe that I will finish - and finishing in good spirits and with minimal damage was my agenda.

So much for good intentions of writing a good ol' report...I am pretty tired, have a full week ahead of me, and how many reports can I write? I really did think of so many things to share while on the run, because these trail runs bring so many internal processes for me...but, alas, you are spared to read them.
It was a beautiful run. 4 loops of 12.5miles with views that don't do Texas justice, with nice people, with heat that startled me with thermometer reading 100F in the sun...I took great care of me, and never lost a smile. I drunk lots, ate gels, popped salt tablets as never before, had not a stomach cramp until mile 45, turned the power walk in second half to persevere, picked "carnage" - although one boy did pass me after playing leap-frog on last loop, and it was my pleasure. He was young, good-looking, commented on my cute skirt (I bet it was a way to complement what's under the skirt from a shy American boy:)) and he had a great attitude matching mine. My breath was fine after a handful of coughing fits on the first loop, and the altitude didn't matter (I bet it helped to be smoke free for 7 months, oh, yeah). The trail had enough ups and downs to not be considered flat at all, and I enjoyed the change of pace. I mean, if it were a single loop, sure, I'd run it all, but it was a 50 miler. I walked more than I ran in the second half - and was passing folks like they were standing still.
I showed all I could a great structure of the "penis" (yes, I said that, European naughty girl I am), which was located at 7.5M into every loop, and that was my "mid-point" that always lifted my spirits. I never cared about time much, and had only a general idea of where I'd like to be - and I hit it every time. My last loop was a mere 3 minutes slower than the loop #3, and that was my proudest achievement. I ran last 2 miles and passed a couple of guys just to prove to myself that I can...I finished in 10:18 for second female and got a great jacket - the best and most useful swag I had gotten so far. The after-race hang out was awesome with Tejas Trails folks, and Joe and I exchange a huge number of curse words - our special love language. Thankfully, no kids were around. The drive back was the hardest thing in the day, it took me 9.5 hrs and I had to stop 3 times for short naps on the side of the highway. It was still worth it. I got home at 4:30am, having been up for exactly 24 hrs, and thought that I don't want to run a 100 miler any time soon. I also decided not to run a 50k in November I planned - it's not my distance, and I am not interested to pay $70 for a 30M training run and drive sleepless again. But I might volunteer. Speaking of which, Joe and Joyce had asked me to adopt a Crossroads (Equestrian) AS at Cactus Rose 50/100 at the end of October, which Larry and I gladly did. Look for us twice on every loop, and it'll be in spirit of my 4 years at Autumn Leaves 50 run on the same date in OR...and don't bring small children, it may get nasty:)
My feet are a bit mangled, and I managed to loose 5 toenails (need new shoes). My legs felt fine, just a bit stiff in a couple of places today. Once I get a few pictures taken on the course, I'll squeeze them into this "report", but not a clue when. It was a good run, and a good day. Lets the season begin...

And so it goes...

It's been rather hectic last 3 weeks. Life in general threw down a few things at once (don't they say those come in three's?), and it affected emotions and time management. Fitting runs in wasn't a priority, but it happened nevertheless, and with 3 weeks of 60 miles and last week hitting 70 I am concluding this first "almost training" cycle of the season. Why almost? There was no speed work, no hill workouts, but I did get done a handful of tempo runs, and 3 long runs progressing from 20 to 25 to 30 miles respectfully - and all those went far better than expected. It's been getting cooler lately, and surprisingly early for TX so. Past week we woke up to 60F and only reached mid-80's during a day, which felt downright cold for my heat-adapted body (as much as I despised heat). Funny how it is. Back in OR I would consider these temps a heat wave and heat training:)) Heck, I even managed to catch a cold, with which I woke up today! Thankfully, I am entering a taper. Yes, a full 2 weeks taper. Last week was rather strenuous, especially the tail end of it, with a tempo (and 2 min PB on a particular route) on Thursday, a heavy weight room hour Friday morning, another tempo at 4pm (with another 4 min PB on that another route) and Bikram to add same day (I missed Bikram those 2 weeks, the only workout I had to forgo during time constrain). On Saturday I woke up at 4am sore like don't remember when, and had 30 miles at Bastrop planned. I managed to fall on the very first downhill, the only rockiest spot on this park's trail, and banged up my knees, but was mostly surprised than hurt (it helped that in the dark I couldn't see the damage). First 2 loops went rather well and in time I promised myself, but by the next I felt like a train wreck - and it only got worse. How I held the time I don't know, and the last loop was simply a miracle, but I did, with a couple of thoughts punctuating my brain to keep me going - one was that it is the last 30 mile training run till December (with other races serving the purpose), and that I, indeed, tend to train much harder than race. I was thinking why that is. What I think is that when I train - it is for me only, and I am the only one to judge. It is impossible to lie to oneself, to impress oneself, to complain...you get the idea. Once the race comes, there are expectations, other people's predictions, and such, and while it all done in good faith, it is daunting, and raises rebel, or a freight, or some other feelings besides just doing hard work. Anyhow, I was done with my run, and, crippled, drove back home, showered and jumped in a car for a family adventure to San Antonio for the rest of the day. It was fun, and a lot of enjoyment - surely on my part. Sunday I did the usual social gathering - ran an hour to meet the local group for a run, and as always, there was a bunch of great folks, with awesome conversations flowing and a little race-like repeats between stops to wait up for all and regroup. We pick on each other, talk smack and make wages, and sometimes give advice and share wisdom. I am glad I started joining this group when tried to slowly come back to running after a burn out, and now it fits my schedule rather well - I do a harder run before I meet with them, then run fartlek and socialize simultaneously. We are hoping to head into a much better time stretch beginning this week (although I have a presentation at work on Thursday that is stressful) and finish it with a bang - I am turning 41 on Saturday! Woohoo! I guess:))