In my last blog (I posted on Thursday...wrote it on Monday-ish), I was questioning my decision to NOT run a 20 miler this weekend. And I so appreciate all of the affirmations from friends and family assuring me that I am more than ready to run the 26.2 in two weeks, 20 miler or not. But as this week played out, I was reminded, very aggressively, that I am NOT in charge of what I can or cannot do. Someone BIGGER is in charge, and let me tell ya...I definitely did NOT run a 20 miler today...or a 15 miler...or a 10 miler...or a 5 miler...a 5k yes.
Why?
I got the stomach bug. I hear it's been going around, and if you've had it, I send you my deepest condolences because the devil himself created that ghastly microbe. About 2 hours after I posted Thursday's blog, I was sitting on my couch, watching the Rangers, minding my own business, feeling fine. Tired but fine. I had exactly 2, TWO adult beverages. About midnight, I went to bed disgruntled about the game 6 loss. About 2 hours after that, I woke up with a stuffy nose and head. I'm not sure if I knew then inside that I was about to go through hell, but I had the where-with-all at 2 am to Facebook Message my trainer Renea, telling her that I wasn't feeling well, and I wouldn't be making it to our morning session. I went back to bed. 30 minutes later, I woke up, heart racing, head pounding, cold sweats. And so it began.
At first I thought to myself, I did NOT have near enough alcohol to be getting sick from THAT. What the eff. I am never drinking my favorite Tito's and Strawberry water again. Grrrr. I was convinced that I must've over poured or something. Into hour number 3...it became very clear that this was not alcohol related. So I woke up my husband. Who was very confused. And tired. And of course he started googling all of my symptoms and I was dying and or stricken by some terrible virus that would surely last 3-4 days. Great.
So about 6 am, I can tell you, honestly, that I asked Jesus to take me. Out loud. YUP. I was done. I thought back about all the things in my life, and this was so horrible, I literally told Jesus it would be okay for him to take me now. Dramatic I know. If you know me, you're aware that this is right on par with my normal reactions. Thankfully, He didn't believe me (He knows I'm dramatic), so I'm still here! Still, until about 10am Friday, I have never been more miserable. I can't remember a time in my entire adult life that I've been that ill. I went to the Dr. at 3pm with my loving Mommy, and after getting pricked and prodded, it was determined that I...
A. Did not have strep (another win...)
B. Was not going to die
C. Had a microbial infection
Pheeewwwff. I went home with antibiotics and strict eating instructions. Friday evening, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I was so sore and so tired, I went to bed at 8:45pm and didn't even stay up to watch the Rangers lose the World Series (thankfully). I slept until 2:30pm Saturday...straight. And then last night, I went to bed at 11pm and slept until 130pm today. And I could go to bed right now. It just took it all out of me. I can tell you exactly what I've eaten in the past 72 hours (I won't bore you...), but it hasn't been a lot. I've drank more gatorade and emergen-c than ever before. Hopefully by tomorrow, I'll be brand new. If this is my pre-marathon sickness, I guess I'll take it. Because it's short lived. And running last year with a sinus infection and double ear infections was no fun. So Thank You Jesus for deciding that this would happen. I didn't run 20 miles. Got your message, LOUD AND CLEAR.
In other news. Kristofor, myself, and many of our friends ran a Trick or Treat 5k Fun Run tonight to benefit the Humane Society! It was so much fun, and a big BIG thanks to Footworks (our local running store) for putting on such a fun event. It was great to see so many, young and old, out there in their costumes running and being active. Footworks is a relatively new store here in town, and in a few short months, they have done so much as far as organizing and putting together events to get people active and running. We couldn't have asked for better!
Kristofor and I did dress up...we picked costumes a little last minute...but....
We were Forrest Gump and an 80's aerobic instructor!
So much fun, and I can vouch that while running, more than once, people yelled "RUN FORREST RUN" which was awesome!
So as we head into the week before the week of the marathon/half-marathon, I hope that everyone stays strong and healthy. And TAPER TAPER TAPER. By now, the hard work has been done, as my friend Javier says "the hay is in the barn," it's better to be undertrained than overtrained...etc, etc, etc.
OHH...and watch for some upcoming news on The Bod Squad Running Team that we are putting together. I'm very excited as me and my good friend Irma get everything together to have sign ups in a few weeks. I'm anxious and happy to see what we can do! Everyone have a great week...and again TAPER!!!
Thanks for cheering me on,
Lacy
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