(In case you couldn’t tell I’ve decided I like GIF’s)
I will try to make my year in review as brief as possible…action packed as though it was! My training was going well. I had decided I was going to run the Phoenix Full Marathon again to redeem myself and was following a modified version of Hal Higdon’s training plan.
My first official event of the season was the Women’s Running Magazine half-marathon. Although I think now it’s just called The Women’s Running Series. The day dawned bright and early. I saddled up with my friend and training partner Meredith and off we went. I had a pretty good run! I ended up with a PR of about 5 minutes which I was totally not expecting! Conditions were good and it wasn’t too blazing hot out so I was able to push through and rock the course (which they had changed and decided to put a big-ass hill at the end of). I also ran into a friend who used to work at my school (the traitor decided to go off and teach junior high!) as well as one of the parent’s from my school (who I didn’t know was a runner! She was doing awesome on her first half!)
Megan, me, and Meredith at the end of the Women’s Half.
A week later Meredith, her husband Dave, our friend Michele and her husband Rob flew to Las Vegas for the Rock and Roll Half Marathon. (Yes I am the only single one sadly enough). It was my first destination race and I had mixed feelings because I don’t fly. Ever. Flying freaks me out. I had flown twice previously and both times left me with stiff fingers from clutching the arm rests of the chairs so tight and a heart rate that took several days to stabilize. Needless to say I had already paid for the race and put a deposit down on a hotel room. No one would drive to Vegas with me so I had no choice. I went to the doctor and begged for something to help. She prescribed a little something for me and due to my sensitivity to medications, advised me to take half and then take another half if it wasn’t working. This was me at the airport with just a half in my system and about 20 minutes until boarding time:
Wow! Look at all that blond hair!
Needless to say I took another half. Unfortunately it did not kick in right away. I literally tried to get off of the plane once we boarded. I was sandwiched in-between Meredith and Dave and had Michele and Rob behind me. Dave told me he wasn’t letting me off of the plane. I freaked myself out thinking I was going to have a panic attack. Luckily Meredith brought her iPad and tried to distract me with Sudoku. That actually worked (kind of) and before I knew it we were airborne. I think (because the flight to Vegas from Arizona is so short) that it took the majority of the flight for the last half of my anti-anxiety pill to kick in. I definitely felt it when it did though. I just suddenly felt…calmer.
This was a trip of firsts for me! First destination race, first time staying in a hotel room all by myself like a big girl…the list could go on. It was a super fun experience and I would love to do it again some time in the future!
A much calmer me taking a selfie before the race in my hotel room.
Michele, me, Dave and Meredith (Rob was taking the picture) at the finish line. We earned the “Rock Encore” medal for completely PF Chang’s Rock and Roll Half in January 2013 and we will have earned the “Desert Double Down” medal for completing the Vegas run as well as the January 2014 PF Chang’s Rock and Roll Half!
There is really no reason for this picture other than to show how utterly exhausted I was. I was in Vegas and drinking an iced tea at 11pm. I’m such a party animal! Running at night is hard when you don’t know what to eat all day and you’ve been awake and moving around! Still earned another PR though! 3 minutes off of my race time the week before! Shocked the hell out of myself with that one!
I found out quite by accident that night that our medals glow in the dark. Being in a strange room and very sleepy, I was a little freaked out when I woke up around 3am I saw this glowing on the table next to the bed! Then I realized what it was. Way cool!
After Vegas I started having this really weird pain in my leg. It started in my low back and radiated down and then around the front part of my right leg down to my knee. Sometimes it would bother me more than others. A few times I couldn’t even run a mile it was hurting me so bad! I still ran through the pain, knowing I had to train for the Phoenix the following March. I completed several small runs like the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving and the Athleta Iron Girl up in Fountain Hills Arizona (aptly named as hilly as it was!). I did a lot of walking during that one. I ran the declines and walked the inclines because my leg was bothering me. It was my birthday present from Meredith though so I didn’t want to not go!
I’m kind of race snob. I don’t like doing short races like 5k’s or 10k’s because they don’t usually offer a medal. I run for the bling! The Athleta Iron Girl had a pretty cool medal that was glass in the middle so I made an exception!
The next race I was to run was the PF Chang’s Rock and Roll Half-Marathon in Tempe. Two days before the half I ended up with the stomach flu that had been terrorizing my school as well as making its rounds through family members.
I just remember how awful I felt. I couldn’t even get myself together enough to get on the light rail with my friends to go to the expo to pick up our bibs the day before the race. Believe me, if they allowed it I would have had someone pick up my bib for me. I felt that terrible. I didn’t think I could make it on the light rail with all the stops and starts and weird smells.
Luckily my amazing friend Debi said she would drive me into Phoenix to the expo at the Civic Center to pick up my bib. Then I didn’t have to worry about the light rail ickyness and she could pull over if need be. I loaded up on Pepto Bismol and Immodium before we took off. I was still nauseated but hadn’t seen any action for a while so I was crossing my fingers.
I think that was the quickest I had ever gone through a race expo. I basically got my bib and shirt and pretty much dragged Debi and her little boy through the expo as fast as possible so I could get back home and go to bed. It was one nightmarish blur. I honestly thought about not doing the race at all as bad as I felt. The only thing that kept me going, was knowing I would be able to collect my “Desert Double Down” medal at the finish line.
The next morning upon waking I knew I still didn’t feel well enough to run. Luckily My friends Kat and Michele were going to walk it. I opted to tag along. Having not eaten in three days and knowing I was dehydrated I didn’t want to chance anything happening. It was actually kind of fun being able to walk and take the opportunity to listen to the bands scattered along the course and really thank the volunteers and the cheerleaders. Plus the scenery up around the Zoo/Papago Park area is gorgeous! We still made pretty good time too!
Post-Flu exhaustion with my two medals (I have no idea what the guy behind me is looking at!)
During all of this my leg had still been bothering me so I had been having x-rays done on different parts of my body. Nothing you pushed on hurt. It wasn’t muscular, it didn’t feel like I had a bone that was fractured, nothing was sore to the touch, it was just sore when I ran, and if I sat too long it would start to hurt. I started seeing a Chiropractor and he started adjusting me. He thought maybe it could be a pinched nerve or maybe sciatica so he wanted to send me for an MRI. I grudgingly set up and appointment because I wanted to find out what was wrong so I could get better!
While I was dealing with all of that I ran the Lost Dutchman Half-Marathon. My time wasn’t pretty because my leg was hurting, but I did better than I thought I would. My original plan was to walk the whole thing because I had the opportunity to participate in a Ragnar relay race the following weekend and I really wanted to take it easy.
I ended up running the majority of it. I did think about stopping at one point and tipping over a traffic cone to roll out my hamstring because it was killing me from the hills. It was better than previously though, perhaps because of the chiropractic care I was receiving.
That week I ended up getting my MRI and was not happy with the results. They didn’t find anything wrong with my leg or back, no pinched nerves, no muscle issues etc. My chiropractor reassured me that it could still be sciatic pain that didn’t show up on the MRI for one reason or another. It was nice to know there was nothing horribly wrong with me like a degenerated or collapsed disc, but at the same time I would have liked to have had more of a concrete answer. He did tell me that something interesting showed up on the MRI though.
They had done a series with the low back and hip area (to make sure I wasn’t having hip problems as well). Apparently this included my pelvic region because the radiologist had noted a “large mass” in my abdomen. This totally freaked me out because I hadn’t been feeling anything or having any issues other than the normal stomach issues I had been having. I was advised to make an appointment with my specialist right away to have it looked at.
I think I will end there for tonight. Not just because I love keeping my dear readers in suspense, but because I would really like to go into detail about the Ragnar race I ran the week after Lost Dutchman and then write more about what has been going on with me since March. It’s been a whirlwind for sure!