I started out this year with the goal of running my first marathon ever. I was turning 40 in the first bit of October, and the Columbus Marathon was turning 40 in the second bit. It was serendipitous, totally meant to be.
And then life happened. Mom was in and out of the hospital, spending 8 weeks getting around the clock antibiotics for a spinal infection. She was home for a short bit and ended up back in the hospital under a medically induced coma because she was in so much pain from her congestive heart failure.
Nate was looking forward to the holidays for the first time in ages (his father passed away 3 years ago immediately after Thanksgiving and we lost his mom in November of 2017.) I didn’t expect my mom would make it through the the holidays. (These days I’m hopeful, but not taking it for granted.)
The stress of this plus the trips up North made me realize there was no way I could dedicate 6+ hours running on the weekends. I switched to the half, and continued to half ass train for it. It wasn’t pretty, but I was going to make it happen.
I felt like I was starting to come down with something but got the flu shot anyways. And then I ran a ten mile race. I wasn’t sure about it, but I’d convinced a few of my friends to do it because it’s my favorite race. I got super light headed and considered turning around at mile 1.5 for the 5k course, but decided to carry on. It was ugly. I struggled, but I ended up PRing the race by 20 seconds.
And I came down with a cold. Everyone jokes about the man flu or how pathetic men act with a cold, so maybe I should claim that metaphorical man card, because it destroyed my energy levels for 3 weeks.
Which happened to be how long it took to get to the Columbus Half. Even worse than a DNF, I was a DNS.
So not going to lie. This hurts my soul, but I think it’s the best decision in the long run. (No pun intended since this will actually be a shorter run!)
A number of things went into my decision, most of which all lead back to the same thing, my mom is in the hospital again, hoping to get back to the rest home. She’s also requiring blood transfusions among other things.
It turns out there’s a shortage of O positive (universal donor) blood products right now. They’re down to a 1 day supply at the hospital and my mom has an oddly specific set of antibodies and they had to find some at the Red Cross and bring it in for her.
My fingers are obviously crossed for her recovery, but my intention is to visit every other weekend while she’s in the rest home/ hospital and donate platelets on the alternating weekends. They may not go to her, but I don’t think they’ll go to rich vampires or a sadist like Elizabeth Bathory de Ecsed who enjoyed bathing in the blood of women she murdered. (Seriously, it’s a thing. Look it up.)
Between stress and drive time I’m struggling to get 4 runs in a week and handle life at home without losing my shit. I expect to continue to train as much as I can (continue with the full marathon plan and cross train 4 days a week but not beat myself up if it doesn’t happen.) Family needs to be priority right now.
I’m keeping my 20 mile Big Bad Wolfe registration, and hope to complete that and PR the Columbus Half Marathon. Wish me (and my momma!) good luck this year. And go out and donate some blood to vampires or hospital patients through the Red Cross if you’re healthy enough. 😉
I’m sort of thankful to not have a large group of followers on here because I can just get things off my chest without worrying about blowback.
Monday? Tuesday? I don’t know. Earlier this week I got a Facebook message from my mom saying she thought she needed to go to the hospital because her back hurt so bad. This has been happening off and on for a few months, and I’ve encouraged her to talk to someone about it or have it looked at. Her home visiting nurse told her it was muscle related and she needed to stretch and exercise.
My mom is 72. She’s had at least one major heart attack, a few minor strokes, has MS, diabetes, etc. She gave up smoking and made changes to her diet but she will not exercise any more than she’s forced to. Telling her to stretch is like telling me to run a 9 minute mile. Sure it may be in the realm of possible, but it’s unlikely.
They did an xray, a Ct scan, and said it was likely an infection. One of the nurses fed her breakfast on Thursday, so they weren’t able to do testing until Friday. They scraped her spine and took a needle of spinal fluid to test. My mom has two kinds of curvature of the spine so it’s incredibly painful for her to lay on her back on a flat surface or on her stomach, and it’s hard for them to get the anesthesia correct. She was in a lot of pain from the test and couldn’t roll over or stand up without assistance.
They think it’s discitus which affects 1 of 100,000 people. Current plan is IV antibiotics 5 times a day for 39 days and blood tests every 3 days to make sure she’s responding okay. So she’s not going home any time soon and it breaks my heart.