LOVE this action shot...look at that concentration! And yes I am too cheep to buy it without the EP all over it :)
The family up bright and early to cheer me on...so blessed!Looks like a great day doesnt it? Oh looks can be deceiving! Heres what really happened. I am not a very eloquent writter so bear with me. I have to get this out of my head and on to paper! The week before the race I am feeling great all my taper runs went well. After all I have been training for nine months! I've done my share of 12 mile runs and towards the end of my training I was averaging 8:06 per mile. I couldn't wait to get out on the trail and kill this 1/2! I hydrated all week and ate my normal "long run" breakfast protein bar and banana. I am an athlete and this is a typical Saturday morning. The first 1/2 of the race I was averaging about 8:09 (ran without my watch...long story) I felt great. The trail was a bit different surface than I had imagined so it was taking a bit more energy than my road runs. The second half I was unusually tired and my idea of negative splits went out the window but I trying to hang in there to finish with an average of at least 8:30. I knew I was slowing down...but didn't know why. Where was the runners high? It always kicked in and helped me out at the end? I prayed and prayed that it would come. Mile 11 came and went and all I could think of was the finish line. I was still drinking, water in one bottle, gatorade in the other, I decided to wear my hydration belt so I could control my own fluids. 12.5 miles I turned a corner and saw the finish line...I knew my family was waiting and I couldn't wait to be done running! The next thing I know I woke up in an ambulance. I heard the paramedic say my body temperature was 105. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't think of anything. He asked me a bunch of questions to which I knew I should know the answer to but I couldn't respond. My body was numb. They covered me in ice and showered me with water. An IV was already in my arm and they were pumping me full of iced saline. The paramedics spoke to one another and declared that I had a heat stroke. WHAT? How in the world could this have happened? And God...seriously I had .6 miles left...I was set to finish in about 1:53 a time that wasn't my training run PR but still definetly a great time to be proud of! Did this really happen? I locked eyes with the paramedic with desperation written as clearly as I could display on my face. Pleading with my eyes...please take care of me. My boys...I remembered my boys...Jacob...I heard his voice...Oh God I bet Sabrina (my training partner and running hero) is worried...why can't I remember the year? The ride to the hospital seamed like forever. I vomited over and over...seriously?! By the time we reached the hospital my body temperature was down to 101. They asked me to move to my bed. I couldn't move. The doctors twisted and moved my body as if I was a rag doll. I could see my body moveing but couldn't feel anything. Each time I was asked a question I responded with wide eyes and confusion...eventually an answer came to me but it was so hard to remember. Lots more vomit, lots more ice, finally the medicine overcame me and I slept. Every 30 minutes I woke up in a panic wide eyed and was greated by Jacob, my mother, or my father who reasured me that soon I would remember. I slept all day. Doctors and nurses ran tests right and left I remember not careing about anything, I just wanted to sleep. By 5:00 I woke up and could remember the year, my name, and the month, but was still very confused as to what happened. Pain struck every inch of my body now and I asked for some relief. The doctors were concerned with my blood protein levels and explained that my muscles were deteriorating and sheding protein into my blood. This left a huge job for my kidneys to clean all of this protein out of my blood. Often this results in protein becoming lodged in the kidney and causing all sorts of ramifications. They kept me overnight and gave me fluids that helped my kidneys sort through the proteins. In the morning my levels were out of the danger zone and I was released. Sore, exhausted, confused, but so thankful to be alive. I am still sorting through my own feelings about everything. I have a lot of questions that still need to be answered. I still feel like I did everything right the day of the run. I don't remember any warning signs. Thankfully there are still a lot of dr. appointments where I will have the opportunity for answers. I am told I am now more at risk of this happening again. Once your body looses its ability to regulate its temperature it is more prone to happen again. They say I may never be able to run in the heat or the cold again. So what I can only run when its 50-60 and not too sunny? I am not ready to sort through that last statement. I LOVE running. I love the thrill of raceing. I love feeling like an athlete again and pushing my body to perform. I became too proud of how fast I could go...maybe this is humilty for that! How is it that my body fell under the pressure after performing at this rate for nine months? So many questions. So many emotions. Humility is coming in so many ways. Pieces are still falling into place. I am still SO exhausted! I have help around the clock and meals coming from my amazing mothers group. I am so blessed and so thankful. I love you all. Please help me pick up the peices again.
