I am sad to write this and honestly, kindof embarrassed. The half marathon that I am supposed to be running on Sunday, (yeah, the one I started talking about like 3 months ago) must go on without me. Instead of running, I am going to be getting a chest x-ray and stress test. Awesome. What 24 year old has ticker issues?
I often thought on several occasions while I was running and feeling pretty close to death, “Maybe bodies are not intended to be pushed this hard.” What benefit do I get out of running 13 miles? I am beginning to think none. Man. I even bought some really cute yoga pants so I looked adorable crossing the finish line.
I am thinking this is just another sweet post-pregnancy gift, much like the destruction of my one and only thyroid. Why couldn’t it have been a gallbladder or appendix? Something that I didn’t need. Now I am left having to take meds every morning. Ugg. The worst part is that I can’t start drinking the good stuff for an ENTIRE HOUR! (Coffee, that is. Jeeze people, I don’t start boozing until noon.)
Well, I am off to lace up my shoes now for a very different reason. I will be running on a treadmill, with wires all over me, in a room full of men over 50 who have never raised their treadmill speed over 2.5. Oh, I will feel right at home. Wish me luck!