I have been feeling really good. The weather has been strange but warm enough for me to run. I got 3 miles on the trails last Sunday (12/15) and then realized I'm 35 miles from 500 miles for the year. That meant 2 miles a day until the end of the year, right? What's 2 miles a day when I just finished 3.
Monday (12/16), I got up and headed to the gym with the intention of cross-training and completing a warm-up mile. Did I really only intend to run 1 mile when I knew I needed 2? Probably not but I didn't wear my compression socks so in theory, I was setting myself up for 1 mile. Once I got up on the running track, I set my Nike app to 2 miles. I reasoned that after my leg numbness on the trails the day before I needed to see what my legs would do on the indoor track. I completed my 2 miles and my legs were going to sleep. So it is an issue with terrain or shoes, just my legs acting up again. However, my lungs felt great. No shortness of breath, no lung pain. I was doing well. I just knew I was over this whole pneumonia thing.
Yesterday was Gymgirl's 10th birthday. I was so excited to get home to spend some time with my girl. As I was driving home I started to feel funny. A tingle in my chest, kinda in the middle. It was scary. I tried to reason my way through it. Maybe I'm having a panic attack from the emotion of being the mom of a 10-year-old but I didn't feel panic-y. I was joyful and excited. So if you know Texas highways, this feeling started around Carthage so I'm about 90 minutes from home. Once I hit Mt. Enterprise, I decided to use my rescue inhaler. The feeling is growing, now instead of space the size of my hand, it is down the middle of my torso. Now I'm about 60 minutes from home. Halfway between Mt. Enterprise and Nacogdoches, I get lightheaded. I was to the point of praying to get to Nac because there really wasn't a safe place to pull over. I begin conscious breathing, deep breaths because I had really and truly become aware of a lack of air in my body.
I couldn't decide what to do. Do I stop? Do I call my husband? Can the ER really do anything for me? Do I just need to give the inhaler time? By the time I hit Nac, I was pretty sure I needed to go straight to the ER but with about 30 minutes to go until I was home, I just kept going. My airway started to open a little bit as I hit the Nac loop and my lightheadedness was also going away. I was finally feeling better after I crossed the Angelina River bridge. It was so strange to go from feeling great to feeling awful to decent in a span of 2 hours.
The weather keeps changing in extremes this season. Sunday it was 80. This morning, Wednesday, it was 30 when I left the house. It is about 11am and I've hit the rescue inhaler twice today. So you know what, I give. Pneumonia recovery really sux and it is a fucking ultra instead of a 5k. So I surrender. I will not make 500 miles this year. I'll get it next year.
Dear Pneumonia, You are really making my holiday season awful. I want to run free and take advantage of the few beautiful days we get in the winter but you make me pay for each and every one. Since you have decided that you are my ride or die for the moment, I need you to hear me. I have goals to reach this next year so after I give you an amazing New Year's, you and I are over. You hear me? We are so over.
Maybe we can be friends and see each other for coffee on really rainy gross days but let us not make that a habit. We both know this is a toxic relationship. We need to break up so that we can grow. It is totally you but honestly, I'm a selfish bitch. I want the freedom to run and you want to stay in bed all day. It has been so real but not real fun. I won't miss you.
Bye forever, Ultra-Marathoner in Training
Monday (12/16), I got up and headed to the gym with the intention of cross-training and completing a warm-up mile. Did I really only intend to run 1 mile when I knew I needed 2? Probably not but I didn't wear my compression socks so in theory, I was setting myself up for 1 mile. Once I got up on the running track, I set my Nike app to 2 miles. I reasoned that after my leg numbness on the trails the day before I needed to see what my legs would do on the indoor track. I completed my 2 miles and my legs were going to sleep. So it is an issue with terrain or shoes, just my legs acting up again. However, my lungs felt great. No shortness of breath, no lung pain. I was doing well. I just knew I was over this whole pneumonia thing.
Yesterday was Gymgirl's 10th birthday. I was so excited to get home to spend some time with my girl. As I was driving home I started to feel funny. A tingle in my chest, kinda in the middle. It was scary. I tried to reason my way through it. Maybe I'm having a panic attack from the emotion of being the mom of a 10-year-old but I didn't feel panic-y. I was joyful and excited. So if you know Texas highways, this feeling started around Carthage so I'm about 90 minutes from home. Once I hit Mt. Enterprise, I decided to use my rescue inhaler. The feeling is growing, now instead of space the size of my hand, it is down the middle of my torso. Now I'm about 60 minutes from home. Halfway between Mt. Enterprise and Nacogdoches, I get lightheaded. I was to the point of praying to get to Nac because there really wasn't a safe place to pull over. I begin conscious breathing, deep breaths because I had really and truly become aware of a lack of air in my body.
I couldn't decide what to do. Do I stop? Do I call my husband? Can the ER really do anything for me? Do I just need to give the inhaler time? By the time I hit Nac, I was pretty sure I needed to go straight to the ER but with about 30 minutes to go until I was home, I just kept going. My airway started to open a little bit as I hit the Nac loop and my lightheadedness was also going away. I was finally feeling better after I crossed the Angelina River bridge. It was so strange to go from feeling great to feeling awful to decent in a span of 2 hours.
The weather keeps changing in extremes this season. Sunday it was 80. This morning, Wednesday, it was 30 when I left the house. It is about 11am and I've hit the rescue inhaler twice today. So you know what, I give. Pneumonia recovery really sux and it is a fucking ultra instead of a 5k. So I surrender. I will not make 500 miles this year. I'll get it next year.
Dear Pneumonia, You are really making my holiday season awful. I want to run free and take advantage of the few beautiful days we get in the winter but you make me pay for each and every one. Since you have decided that you are my ride or die for the moment, I need you to hear me. I have goals to reach this next year so after I give you an amazing New Year's, you and I are over. You hear me? We are so over.
Maybe we can be friends and see each other for coffee on really rainy gross days but let us not make that a habit. We both know this is a toxic relationship. We need to break up so that we can grow. It is totally you but honestly, I'm a selfish bitch. I want the freedom to run and you want to stay in bed all day. It has been so real but not real fun. I won't miss you.
Bye forever, Ultra-Marathoner in Training