Nobody cares if you're not a good dancer. Just get up and dance. The same holds true for racing. Whether first or last, we all cross that same finish line. Just get out there and run.
- Dean Karnazes

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Well, that was terrifying...

I battled with talking about this here, but I think that being open and honest is what this whole blogging thing is about. First things first, I want to let you all know that I am ok and I am not dying, I have seen a doctor and have been checked out. On Saturday, I thought I was dying or at least having a heart attack. Yes, you read that right, I thought that I was having a heart attack. Let me break it down for you, I had my finals last week, and had been wound pretty tight all week, and it really wore me down physically. I thought that come Friday after the exams were finished that I could finally breath a sigh of relief and relax for a bit before my May and summer classes start. Saturday morning B had an away lacrosse game and we were running a bit behind schedule and had some hiccups that morning, then on the way, there was an accident on the road and the road was blocked for a bit as tow truck was taking one of the cars off the road. This irrationally brought me to tears, I just couldn't bare being late and I think that the stress building up in the days leading up all just came to a head on Saturday. On the road, I started feeling feeling a tightness in my chest that was very alarming, then I started freaking out and I thought I was having a heart attack or something. We got to the lacrosse fields and I calmed down and started feeling better, but needless to say the feeling gave me a HORRIBLE FRIGHT. When we got home, I took and aspirin and started doing some research. Dr. Google and I aren't friends, because all it did was scare me and ramp me up all over again. I didn't have the same feeling but my mind was racing. Come Sunday, I was feeling fine but of course this is still lingering in my head. When I went to the grocery store I once again freaked myself out, and I am not even sure what triggered the feeling.

First thing Monday morning, I was on the phone with my doctor's office making an appointment. I saw my doctor and told her what happened. She examined me and told me that I wasn't having a heart attack, and that what I was experiencing was a panic attack and some complications of my asthma brought on by it. She did recommend a heart scan thing if I was really that worried about my heart, which I agreed to and scheduled, but she said she thinks it will be more to put my mind at ease. It's not covered by insurance but I am going to pay for it just so I can have the peace of mind. So, I'm not dying, but my asthma is really bothering so I am on a new inhaler and another treatment. I am also now to keep track of any times when I have these panicky feelings.

I also went to Weight Watchers yesterday, and was down 2.5 after an abysmal showing the few weeks in that I didn't go to meetings and generally wasn't being more awesome. More importantly and embarrassingly,  the meeting yesterday brought me to tears. I am not sure what exactly it was about the meeting, but I was a mess. I was welling up in the meeting, then had a good cry in the car afterwards. I guess that I feel a renewed sense of purpose and a renewed motivation to be more awesome and less fat and unhealthy.

Holy smokes that was a lot to type, I am not even going to proofread it so I apologize to the grammar police.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Running For Boston

Yesterday morning, I ran with another member of my local Moms Run This Town chapter. We ran in honor of the victims of the horrendous events that occurred at the Boston Marathon on Monday. I put aside my anxieties about running with other people and put aside my anxieties about my pace and focused on honoring those affected by the tragic events. It wasn't about me, it wasn't about yesterday morning's running partner, it was about honoring, remembering and not letting the evil, mean hearted, person or people responsible win. There not much else to say other than my thoughts and prayers are with Boston and those affected.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

The Color Run Race Report 3/6/13 (A photo report)

First and foremost, there was no racing in this one. It was purely for very colorful fun with B and my mom, yup, my mom was visiting and joined in for the fun. We got to Atlanta Motor Speedway, we were ready to go, we even snuck into an earlier wave so we could get going. I know, I know, don't judge.

We got going, but there would be no running, we would have been killing ourselves zig zagging because of the shear number of people but this one was about having fun and not killing ourselves. I was surprised at how non irritating the color powder was, I guess I was expecting something a little more harsh. The other thing was that some of the color throwers were awesome, they weren't shy about dousing you with the stuff, others you had to practically beg to have them throw it at you. We wanted finish as dirty and colorful as possible. 

We chatted, laughed, danced all the way to the finish.

We waited around to be part of one of the color throws that happened every 15 minutes, and B decided to throw her packet of blue right in my face, I looked like a smurf. It was all just so much fun! We'll be doing it again in September and B has now told me that she wants to do the Electric Run too.

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