Yoga Pants Life

I just re-read my last blog post, because I needed to see where I left off. You guys! I literally do not remember writing that post, like, at all. The post has all kinds of errors…dare I say it’s a bit incoherent. I guess I was more drugged than I thought. Yikes (in my defense, I take 1/2 a xanax a few nights a week to help me sleep, I’ve never taken 3 before. Also, it was under the dentist’s recommendation, so it’s not like I went rogue and had a bunch for the fun of it.)

Anyway, just popping in to say that I have not been on a run since I got the temporary veneers on. I haven’t been in pain, though my mouth was super sore from everything Friday and Saturday.

I’m not really sore anymore, but I’m struggling to eat much of anything, which, makes it difficult to run (though, a few articles of clothing are already feeling slightly looser, so, win?) I had one glass of wine last night and was ready to jump back to The Grad (bar in my beloved and much-missed college town) and dance on a table to 50 Cent, circa 2003-2004. While I’m definitely a lightweight these days, one glass of wine never hits me like that.

The good news is that it gets a little easier to eat each day, so there’s that.

The temporary veneers look great – even my brutally honest friends agree. Most people are shocked when I tell them they aren’t the real ones because they look so normal and tooth-like (I don’t know how else to describe it.) I know other people’s opinions really don’t matter, but I’m going to have these for many, many years, so I want them to be done right (luckily, my dentist is amazing and I have no doubt I will love them.)

However, I find myself running to the nearest mirror every time I eat, because it feels like the temporaries (which are all one piece, as opposed to the individual teeth they are making for me in the lab) are about to fall right off and I’m convinced that I’m going to look like a horror show until July 2nd, when the permanent ones go on.

It’s like wearing braces all over again, only instead of the minor consequence of breaking a bracket, I have to worry about walking around with tooth stubs. Cool. I’m not dramatic at all, right? (don’t answer that, haha.)

I actually dread eating because it’s uncomfortable and I’m super limited in what I can eat. I’ve mostly been sticking to soup, rice, and pasta (God bless carbs, God bless) and I find that much like when I had braces, I get full very quickly and don’t end up eating enough.

So, obviously, no running at the moment, but I think I’m going to be okay for a lunchtime run tomorrow and while not ideal, Thursday-Sunday runs. I should be back to regular training next week.

Despite the minor discomfort, I’m really pleased with the results so far and I can’t wait to get back to normal. Heck, maybe I’ll be more willing to take pictures.

I hate pictures, but I can almost see myself getting in front of the camera more. Not that my teeth were terrible before, but I felt so self-conscious about the evermore present discolored spots and my small teeth. I never knew how much it bothered me until I saw what my teeth could look like. I know my friends and family would LOVE for me to stop bitching about pictures, so this is a gift for them too (I’m so thoughtful and generous!)

But, back to the marathon.

There’s a part of me that feels like I’m already so off track with marathon training, but the more reasonable part of me is trying to remember that it’s only week 2 of 18, and I ran a half marathon in May and another in June. All of that to say, I’m probably going to be just fine and able to jump back in. I’m just trying to cross the finish line with a 4 in the front of my time, not qualify for Boston or anything.

I have to say, the marathon feels so far away, but I know it will be here in an instant. I also know that the last few weeks of training will fly by even more. I’m so excited. It can’t get here soon enough.

I will for sure be flashing my new pearly whites during the race.