Monday, April 4, 2011

You ruined my jacket. Kill him alot.*

Greetings. One more 10k is under my belt. I am not all too happy with the time (69 minutes) because my goal was to do it in under an hour. With the mile time I had from November's 8k I figured this was within my grasp. Of course - a week and a half before I was sleeping on my couch in what my friend has described as, "an 18 hour coma". I wish our bodies would go along with our minds when our minds have decided that we are no longer sick, or that maybe we never even were sick. But in typical human body fashion, mine did not listen. I ran the first mile or so with my sister, Kathryn, the personal, mental goal was to make it to the second mile still by her side, but weaving in and out of the large mass of people takes a lot of energy and my body powered down to conserve energy (much like your laptop might when you're battery is getting low). This was okay, we do this at all races - despite her legs being far shorter, she usually beats me to the finish line. I walked a lot of the race. I kept telling myself to run until mile 3 (or 3.1 the halfway mark) but when I saw the sign for mile 2 it became, "just make it to that." So I did. Then I walked, then I sped walked, then I jogged for a bit. I would find people who were slow and tell myself to just match their pace, but when I was running I was passing them and when I was walking they would pass me. At least I didn't have to pick many people to keep up with. At the halfway point they had water and powerade, I thought maybe I was low on electrolytes so I grabbed the powerade and sipped it, but then I felt like I was going to throw up. So at the next station I grabbed water and sipped that, and then I thought maybe I have rabies... I kept running/walking and my usual, "Run to this point" mentality didn't work. It was like, "run to this point, or until you feel you'll pass out". Near the end I jogged and ignored the feeling of death creeping up and down my legs. I saw Stephanie and Isaac and tried to keep up with them since I was so close to the finish. Normally I get a spurt of energy and go out as strong as I started but not this time. I crossed the finished and wished to die. I grabbed a bottle of water and Kathryn found me and we walked the almost mile back to the car. Neither of us felt like eating and we were both reconsidering the half marathon in November (I'm not sure if that was officially decided, but I think I would still like to try for it). We went to breakfast anyway and by the time we got our food we were feeling dandy. And just as a side note from this morning: the doctor's office had called on Friday but when I called back three minutes later it seemed they were all already gone for the day. I called back today and spoke to the woman and she said that my blood test indicated that I must have had strep a few weeks ago so they were calling in a prescription to my pharmacy. She said my blood showed a high level of strep antibodies. Good to know - two weeks after the doctor's visit (I already planned to switch doctors soon anyway). But hey, a 69 minutes 10k time doesn't look so bad now considering my body single handily fought off strep.

2 comments:

Marissa said...

I'm still holding out for a positive diagnosis for rabies...

housewife said...

Inspiration. Absolutely.

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