Goal #3? Check! Saturday morning, I ran and completed the gorgeous Freakin' Fast Half with a half marathon PR. The PR was just the icing on top since my goal really was just to simply finish without getting violently ill and I wasn't sure that was going to happen.
I knew 13.1 wasn't going to be a piece of cake because my long run up until this point was 9 miles, but I've run a half with a shorter long run under my belt before. Plus, I was treating this as a training run for the Idaho Wine Run Half Marathon so I wasn't worried or putting any pressure on myself...until last Tuesday.
Tuesday became one of the scariest days in my 14 year history of competing in distance events. I'd done a 10K on Saturday, 9 mile long run on Sunday and 12 mile bike ride on Monday. Tuesday was my weekly track workout. I normally run a mile warm up, one split half, 4x100m striders and shut it down with a mile cool down but something just wasn't right that day. After my warm-up mile I got really dizzy. My vision got very bright, blurred together and got white when I tried to walk. I sat down to try to regain my bearings a bit, thinking maybe I just moved my head too fast after taking a drink of water. When I tried to get up and walk the 100 meters to my car, my vision changed again and I started getting severe stomach cramps. I had to sit down every few steps until I eventually made it to the bathroom and was violently ill for forty minutes. As I'm sitting there in the stall, I'm terrified because I don't think I can make it to my car to get my phone and call for help. No one knew where I was at or what time I left for my run. And should I drive if my vision got messed up everything I moved? I mustered enough strength to get to the car, get home, get sick again and lay in bed with chest/stomach pain until I eventually fell asleep and slept until morning. Part of the reason I think this was so terrifying compared to my epic pass outs in track and cross country in high school is because I was conscious enough to be aware of everything happening this time. Thankfully, I had a remote for work near my Dr.'s office the next day and went in for blood work. It showed that I have signs of anemia and my liver enzymes are elevated. Because of my GI symptoms, I have an ultrasound on my liver scheduled today.
But "can I run Saturday?" I asked when I got the results Friday afternoon. I got permission to and decided to go through with the Freakin' Fast Half. Medical issues and the mishap of leaving my Honey Stinger race gels in my gym bag at the bottom of the hills aside, I'm glad I did. The views of Boise as you descend 3,000 feet down Bogus Basin road are absolutely incredible! Since this was Final Kick Events race, I knew the aid station support is second to none and was able to grab some GU at mile 7 to carry with me since mine were sitting in my boyfriend's car. The only unpleasant part of the race? The quarter mile long hill after mile 11. I'd been averaging 7:15-7:30 miles until that point, but mile 11? 10:20! Oomph! Once I was through it, I knew the awesome ostrich finisher medal was within reach and pushed through. The best part? I didn't get stomach cramps and I didn't get sick. Like I said the new PR of 1:44:06.11 is just a bonus. I'm grateful just to have finished the race healthy!
Bring on goal #4! Next stop? Idaho Wine Run Half Marathon on August 15th.