This past weekend I had the privilege of playing support crew for my husband as he ran a half marathon. Friends of ours (HOTLIKEHUBBY) were also running.
I opted not to run this race for a couple reasons.
I was very tempted in the weeks proceeding the race to run with them.
The registration cost was low ($15), it was local (15 minutes away from our house), and my hubby and friends would be there to cheer me on!
I have trained really hard for the half marathon I will run on May 8th.
I have focused on that day and everything I need to do to be my best on that day.
I was afraid I would not have time to recover and get some key training done in time to then start my taper and feel confident on MY race day.
My race is coming. I will be ready for MY race!
I am so glad that I had that question of weather or not I was running already figured out in my own mind. On Friday night, my husband and I went out to drive the race course and rehearse where I would be and what he might need from me in each spot. We decided I would be in the third mile, in the seventh mile and at the finish. There was no good place for me to be in the 10 - 11 mile and the finish was the best place for me to be able to see James, Carie and Dan as they crossed the line.
After we drove the course, we went to IHOP for my hubby to get his pancake dinner in! He loves pancakes before a long run. While we were at dinner, we looked at the race map and figured out what time I should expect to see him at each point. It felt good to be talking about something we both feel passionate about.
As I turned to get my purse on the way out of the booth, I felt a twinge in the back of my right lung. I knew. Darn. I have pleurisy again.
Well, maybe not. It didn't hurt when I inhaled deeply. Maybe it was just a muscle spasm. Then, ooo, yea, there it is again. I didn't want to worry James, so I hid it from him. I didn't want him to focus on anything other than his rest and preparation for his race. This is his time.
On Saturday morning we get up early to get packed up and out the door. It is cold. I am feeling weaker and more sore and the cold is just cutting through me. When we get to the packet pick up and meet up with our friends, Carie can tell in my face that something is wrong. I tell her how much pain I am in and that I don't want James to know until after the race. After the race, I will go to the ER and get on some meds.
I'm glad I'm not running. It is so cold. I am so weak and my right lung is killing me. I am so glad to be in the warm car driving from check point to check point to meet up with James, Carie and Dan to cheer them on and take some pics. Everyone looked great in the 3 mile. In the 7th, as planned, as soon as I see James coming I jump out of the car with some GU Chomps and some water. I run along side him so he doesn't have to stop to fuel and he can give the water bottle back to me. He is running and chatting, running and chatting. I'm thinking chew, swallow and give me the water bottle so I can run back to the car. I don't want him to see me wincing with each stride.
I feel horrible by the time James passes across the finish line. His time is awesome! I am so proud of him! He finished in 2:02:13. I really want to celebrate his moment. I am sooo cold. I am soooo tired. I had a hard time getting warm. At home I finally got warm and got some rest. Once I got warm and rested, I decided that I would stick it out until I could see my doctor on Monday, as long as my pain did not get much worse.
When I finally saw the doc on Monday, I was diagnosed with pleurisy and bronchitis in my right lung. Doc put me on a Z Pack and told me to get some rest and to take anti inflammatory. I asked her if I could still run and workout. She said yes, but I would need to cut back my work load to half I what I usually do . . . then she said, what, you work out hard, so you should cut back to a quarter of what you usually do.
So, yes, I'm running. I cut a speed work run from 6 intervals to 4 intervals so I could end feeling strong. I worked out with my trainer, but cut the intensity down and didn't do any twisting type movement. I get tired quicker and require more rest. But, overall I am doing well and will be ready for my race.
Here are some pic from this past weekend:
Carie and I before the race!!! Aren't we cute? We look like the double mint racing team! Totally unplanned, but so adorable!
James (my hubby), Dan and Carie (HOTLIKEHUBBY) before the race.
That is all the pics of the race right now. The others are on my phone and I don't know how to upload them yet.
I leave you with a picture of me ready for an 8 mile training run!