December has not been my month. Or my family’s month. Or my friends’ month. Or my co-workers’ month. Everyone has been so sick! It started out fine – with my first 4- and 5-mile runs. I also did my first pre-dawn run. But then I got some sort of food poisoning the second week of December. I had made healthy turkey tacos on Sunday, had some for dinner that night, and then packed it up for my lunches for next 3 days. I felt fine on Sunday, but after lunch on both Monday and Tuesday, I felt horrible. My stomach hurt, then I got nauseated, and then I got my #1 sign that I’m about to vomit – I got extremely tired and could not stop yawning. I did not get sick either day, and I did not think it had anything to do with my food.
So when I worked from home on Wednesday, I ate a second smaller serving, meaning I ate more of the food (turkey, salsa, cheese, avocado, and crunchy shells) as the previous 2 days. I got so unbelievably sick. Both ends. I was scheduled to donate platelets for the first time since my tibia injury (platelets are necessary for bone healing, so I couldn’t afford to give away any of my own), but I had to cancel my appointment. I couldn’t keep anything down. I was up all night puking, and had no choice but to call out of work the next day. I rarely take actual sick days where I don’t do any work, but I needed it. I felt better on Friday and actually had a great run mid-day (since I knew I’d have to be on a conference call well into the evening). Continue reading
Sunday was the official start of our 18-week marathon training program. Since it was a rest/foam roll/stretch/ice day for me, and yesterday was a strength training day, today was my first run of the 18 weeks!
I set my alarm for 5:15am to run before work and guess what? I actually got up and ran! Well, I snoozed till 5:30 and tried very hard to talk myself into rolling over and going back to sleep, but guilt won. And then I didn’t exactly “get up and run” because Chip prefers long walks first thing in the morning, but I finally got out the door around 6:15am. I ran 3 miles as planned, but upped my running intervals from 3 minutes to 4 minutes, still with 1-minute walking intervals. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be, except right in the middle of my run when I had a few hills to conquer.
However, 3 scary things happened on my run. Continue reading
If you didn’t get my email yesterday, here’s an online version.
Dear Friends & Family,
Happy Holidays! There are now just over 4 months until I run the 2019 Boston Marathon with the Dana-Farber Marathon Challenge, which raises critical funds to benefit the Claudia Adams Barr Program in Innovative Basic Cancer Research at Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. So far, I have raised more than $1,400 toward my $10,925 goal. To those of you who have already donated, thank you so much!
As we celebrate the holiday season, I find myself thinking of the families who have one fewer reason to celebrate this year, and the people who will be spending what should be a joyous time undergoing cancer treatment and its potentially devastating complications. But just as the holiday season brings hope, so does the Barr Program. Continue reading
Six months ago yesterday, I got the MRI that confirmed a grade 1 tibial stress fracture. Later that day, I met the orthopedic doctor who put me in a walking boot to go along with the crutches I had received the previous day. It had already been over a month since I had run any significant distance (significant being a relative term at the time) – 8 miles way back on May 5.
So yesterday, when I ran 6 miles of hills with my Dana-Farber teammates at our first group run of the training season, I finally felt like I was back. Don’t get me wrong, those 6 miles were hard. The first mile I struggled to breathe. I thought I had forgotten a nasal strip. Turns out there was one in my pocket, but I had sunscreen on my face so it fell off not long after I applied it during Mile 2. The first 2 miles were mostly downhill, but then came the first of the famed Newton Hills. And then the second. But after that second one, we were at Mile 3 and it was time to turn around and run back to where we started. Mile 4 was mostly flat with some downhill, but then there was that massive hill during the final mile. I would say from Mile 4 on, I finally felt loose and warmed up (though I was freezing cold), I really struggled with my breathing. I’m sure it’s a combination of my collapsing nasal valve as well as my cardiorespiratory fitness having a long way to go to get back to where I was pre-injury, but man it was a struggle. Every step. Continue reading