Running With Roatan Blues in San Jose, CA

Yesterday I woke up feeling the blues from missing Roatan—dah water and beaches, dah terrain, dah fishes, meh family, meh friends (get it?).  Not to mention, I woke up early to a cold, overcast morning in San Jose.  I was feeling a bit jet-lagged from traveling through 5 airports (4 layovers!).  That Houston International airport just about killed a sister dead!  I think I got 10 miles in just walking from the landing gate to the immigration gate to the Las Vegas gate.  Why do Texans have to make things so blasted BIG?  If I had my running shoes on I’d run the distance.

I readily unpacked my bag and sat on my meditation cushion at my desk  with a cup of tea, in a half lotus pose position, and got caught up on some work/bills while waiting for the weather to warm up a bit outside.  I invited a co-worker of mine to run with me but she quickly decline, “It’s cold…(and) My ankle…,” was all I heard and I knew it would be a solo run.  Well, I texted another co-worker of mine and she responded asking how my family was doing.  I responded with another text begging a run with her and I haven’t heard back from this chick yet (maybe she’s on another Half Dome hike and is unreachable?).

After a few hours the Sun came out and it warmed up (even more than I wanted it to), and I soon forgot about my blues, slapped the Ipod on my arm, dialed up my RunningNurses Playlist, set my Nike+ to calculate my run, and off I went to greet San Jose, California.  This is a beautiful place to do any kind of outdoor activity (except swim—too damn cold!) like running, biking, skating, hugging under a tree, hugging a tree, etc.  Beautiful San Jose.  It’s the third largest city in California, formerly known as El Pueblo de San José de Guadalupe, and gained it’s statehood in 1850.  They speak Spanish well here too because of it’s rich history of Spanish colonies.  About an hour drive from San Francisco, and also known for it’s contributions in the high-tech innovations (Silicon Valley. Remember this?), Tech Museum, large outdoor parks, city street with palm trees, beautiful mountains (Mount Hamilton), Rocicrucian Egyptian Museum (a must see!), Spartan Stadium, HP Pavilion, and buses with bike racks, and broad streets with biking lanes!!!  (Got a lot of time to help you explore the city later).

Pic of me a couple of years ago at Rocecrucian E gyptian Museaum
Pharaoh without his army
To die for!
the all seeing tree… keep an eye on you while running
Coyote Trail


I felt great!  I began my 9 mile run listening to the song No Other Love by John Legend, and my spirit soared.   With Adrenaline and happy endorphins (natural morphine) saturating my blood and sweat oozing through my veins, I headed outdoors. I run because of…well, let me not start theorizing and philosophizing…I simply run because it makes me feel ecstatically good!  Oh, and i do like looking good naked ;)   This thing, this feeling is not new to me. Nurses, we are used to running.  We run to the unit, in the unit, and we run the unit.  We run to codes.  We run in the ICU, MedSurg (an un-godly place to run too), Endoscopy, Emergency room.  We run the hospital (truly).  We run doctor’s offices (if you don’t believe this, ask your doctor how his office flows when his nurse is sick? I am sure he feel sickly too (fumbling around  ’cause he hasn’t a damn clue what to do).  WE RUN. WE RUN. WE RUN.  YES WE RUN.  Everyday we clock in and WE RUN!

You know what things we don’t get much time to do in these healthcare setting.  We don’t get much time to run to the bathroom (yeah, I said it).  We don’t get much time to run to lunch (and when we get to go…INDIGESTION follows!).  We don’t get too much time to run for a break (not even to pass gas—sorry, this is a delicately important process too, or empty our stiff, paralyzed bladder).  Nurses and other healthcare professionals NEED to find time to run.   Okay, we just need to find time to take care of our person…you know, the basic stuff: exercise, eating with mindfulness, breathing fresh air, etc. Our image and how we present our self communicates a message to our patients, families, other professionals, and the face of healthcare. We are the largest body of healthcare professionals, and so I think we are the face of the medical profession so we need to look and feel good.

The long hours of stress we face in healthcare settings, the cortisol secreted from the adrenal glands due to the stress we undergo trying to keep it all together to clock out on time (administrative guns pointing up our noses), the codes we have to fly to (yes, lotta running here), and just the routines of a shift (Aha!  Shift-work reported as being very detrimental to our health in the first place— ), among other things we experience, is making us sick (and frankly, making the profession a bit unpalatable to the young nurses entering the field).  But everyone know we entered this profession simply because we ARE THE BIGGEST SUCKERS! care.

folks take pride of their yards

About the run?  Well, it ended very well.  I ran up to Bernal St and ran to Coyote Park Trail for some water and back.  A few bikers and runners were doing their thing in bliss outdoor.  The day was all together beautiful!!!  I later bumped into that first nurse I called, Regina,RN, who turned me down.  I was ti-ud tired as hell and stinking, so I ran to the shower, then to the do my laundry with my that mean co-worker/friend of mine (….and I guess she felt sorry for me—jet-lag setting in on it’s second wind, my head picky, probably looking like a half-dead-tractor-ran-over-puppy, and feeling like doodooo (human excrement),she treated me to a pedicure/manicure (could be she was feeling guilty for turning me down on a nice run too).  After this I went home, the door slammed behind me, I said a prayer, shut off the blasted phone, and collapsed in a coma on my bed with Rufus my stuffed-animal dog (OK, get over it!).

OYE!  l gotta go fix my bike.  Today is a cross-training day.  I hope to see you on my next run.