Monday, March 28, 2011
As many of you know, Saturday was my first 5K. I did Just a Short Run (JASR) with a friend and had been involved in the SP team leading up to the race. Saturday morning dawned bright and.....actually, no. I conned my hubby into taking me to the race (we were going to have lunch and hang out with his sister in Pittsburgh), and we left BEFORE the first vestiges of dawn even appeared. So, cold (18 degrees) and dark was the way our day began.
Around the halfway point of our journey the sun decided to stretch her fingers and toes, and we began to see sprinklings of light on the horizon. By the time we reached North Park (the location of the race) daylight had descended, and the sun had nudged the temperature up to 20 degrees Fahrenheit.
My friend and I met in the parking lot and huddled in her car for a few heated minutes before emerging to pick up our race packets. Running back to her car (the hubby had long since taken off....HE was not "crazy" enough to stick around in below-freezing weather!), we dropped off our bags and subsequently made our way back to the starting area.....and heated bathrooms. Our next move was to wait ~30-40 minutes out in the starting area talking to people and keeping our extremities moving.
FINALLY, we made our way to the starting line and ran into several fellow-sparkers. Funny thing about that.....they had all met INSIDE the Rose Barn instead of in its parking lot (which is where I had erroneously thought....no wonder we didn't see any other sparkers before the race.......hmmmm......LOL). After some chitchat and how-do-you-do's, we were ready to go.
And go we did! The first mile was a breeze! It already felt much faster than I had trained, and it felt faster than our "trial run" the week before! Wow, we were keeping up with the pacer! Neither one of us could believe it when we hit the first mile marker; we felt like we had just started. And the large hill that had seemed to laugh in our faces last week? Piece of cake. We conquered it and were running on for more. Elation was my middle name.
Around mile two my lungs began to protest the cold air. They began to scream with indignation of the injustice of being forced to work in such cruel conditions. I turned to Kate and informed her of their complaints. Kate just looked at me and told me to try auto PEEP..........Her statement had the effect of doubling me over with laughter - not exactly conducive to breathing. For those of you non-respiratory nurse types, auto PEEP is a condition where patients on mechanical ventilation are unable to expel all of the air in their lungs before the next breath. This condition increases the pressure within the lungs. It's not a "good thing" by any means when you have a patient on a ventilator. HOWEVER, it was just what we needed to do. Sooooo, once I had stopped laughing, I tried it and voila! It worked.
The last mile was uneventful except for this growing knowledge that we were going to make it. And then I saw the clock above the finish line. 37 minutes? Really??? By the time we passed under the banner, it read 38:13. That was my best time EVER! My previous best time was 38:24. I was on cloud nine.
While we were waiting for the official times to be posted, Kate and I wandered over to the massage tent. Did you know they give FREE massages post-race? FREE????? SCORE! After our massages and a couple of waters and bananas, we headed over to where they were posting times.
Having never done 5K's before, we were a bit confused about the three posted numbers. We asked the woman posting them and were informed that while the first number was the time we passed over the finish line, the second number was actually more accurate because it was the true time between when our chip passed over the start and finish lines.....and our chip times were both 36:59! Wait, what? I finished 1 minute and 25 seconds faster than I had ever trained? REALLY? To say I was pretty thrilled is a vast understatement. I ran 3.1 miles in 36 minutes and 59 seconds..........an average of 11 minutes and 56 seconds per mile. Insane.
But perhaps the best part about the entire race didn't happen until later - at the end of the day. My emotional state has been fragile over the last couple weeks. I have been fighting just to hang on to the very edge, and last Wednesday it seemed like my grip was loosening and I was slipping into oblivion. I hibernated indoors and didn't deal with people until Saturday morning. That's the backdrop to race day. The best part about race day to me? I went to bed happy. Not exhausted or numb or tearful. Happy and with a smile on my face. My grip is back. And I'm reaching hand-over-hand until I can find a foothold again.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Well, it looks like there is no problem at all with me. And the test hurt, but not unbearably. The bad cramps didn't come until AFTER I got off the table. Then they hit with a vengeance. But even those only lasted for about an hour. For those of you medical nerds (like me), this is what the test looked like:
In a nutshell, you're seeing dye in my uterus and nicely spilling out from my tubes on both sides. In fact, the doctor said mine was one of the easiest and smoothest HSGs he's ever done. Woohoo, normal female anatomy!
Now it's just time to go clean my house for the company coming this weekend......
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Time sure has flown....I've written at least a dozen blogs in my head, but none of them ever made it here. The funny thing? I've been so bombarded that I didn't even notice that fact until now. In case that statement alone doesn't clue you in, it's been an intense couple of weeks.
First of all, two weekends ago started a heckish couple of weeks at work. On a side note, what good does it do to complain constantly about your situation instead of just working through it? It makes your work day that much longer. AND it makes your COWORKER's work day that much longer....but I digress.
I went away for a couple days of intense training which - while it was extremely exhilarating and amazing - was emotionally and mentally draining. Then, I was running last week (my only periods of sanity it seems lately), and I didn't see one of the million potholes in the park......yeah, you know this part I bet. Stepped in the hole and twisted my ankle. That was Friday. Felt fine Saturday, so I went for another run.....and it's been sore ever since. It's gotten better each day, but I'm a little nervous about Saturday (the Just a Short Run 5K).
And then there's tomorrow. Tomorrow morning is my HSG - the test I referenced in my last blog. To say I'm scared is a very large understatement. It's more like terrified. And the stress of the last two weeks has gotten to me in a way that makes me wonder if I'm starting to spiral again. And that's terrifying in and of itself. So many things plaguing my thoughts......and I haven't been able to beat them back with a run over the last couple days.
Wow, this was not intended to be a depressing blog. Just wanted to update you all, and it has turned into this. Think I'll end now. I'll update you after my test tomorrow. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers if you can! Thank you.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
So, I had that doctor's appointment today. I won't lie; I was all kinds of nervous. Turns out there's good news, mediocre news, and bad news.
Good news: he doesn't think I'm too fat. Honestly, this was a huge worry of mine. I thought he was going to look at my chart, look at me, and say "Lady, you can't come in here and ask for help with conception when you weigh this much. What are you, crazy?" Well, needless to say, he didn't say that. In fact, it wasn't an issue at all.
More good news: my doctor doesn't think the problem lies with me. But just in case, he wants me to have a hysterosalpingogram (HSG).
Mediocre news: insurance pays for part of that test.
Bad news: he thinks there IS a problem, and it lies with Brian. Based on his semen analysis, he's on the low end of normal. To complicate things, only half of his "swimmers" were good. So, half of low is really low. My doctor thinks my best shot at getting pregnant - provided that my HSG is normal and my tubes aren't blocked - is artificial insemination (AI). Downside? There's only a 20% or 1/5 chance of it working each cycle. BIG downside? Insurance doesn't cover it at all.
So, gotta wait until Brian gets home to decide on the next step or even if there is a next step. I'd appreciate any prayers you might send my way. Also, if there's anyone out there that has had HSG or AI or if you know anyone who has, could you pass my page along? I'd really like to talk to someone with experience. Thanks so much!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
First, a confession: after the second consecutive disappointing showing two weeks ago, I began to eat everything in sight. At least, it felt like I did.
And yet, last week's weight really didn't reflect that. I remained stable. And then, this week's weight went DOWN. This week's stats:
Weight 2/21/11: 177.2lbs
Waist: 34 in / 34 in / 0 in
Chest: 34 in / 34.25 in /-0.25 in
Hips: 43 in / 44.5 in / -1.5 in
Bicep: 11.5 / 11.5 in / 0 in
Forearm: 9.75 in / 9.75 in / 0 in
Thigh: 25.25 in / 25.25 in / 0 in
Calf: 16.75 in / 17.0 in / -0.25 in
Body Fat Percentage: 40.9% / 39.8% +1.1% change via Omron Full Body Analysis Scale
There are a couple of possible explanations as far as I'm concerned. First, it could be as simple as muscle replacing fat, and this is just my body "catching up." While I would like to subscribe to this idea, I'm not so sure it is plausible. Secondly, it could also be as simple as water weight from my period. The problem with that theory is that I started gaining TWO weeks before. If that trend continues, that means I'm going to gain weight two out of every four weeks. Oh, heavens, I hope that is not the case. And the third possibility? Maybe I'm not eating enough. Maybe by eating more last week I gave my body enough fuel to "allow" it to become more efficient. Wouldn't that be nice?
Of the three possible theories I've just outlined, I think the most plausible would be period weight-gain. So, for now, I'm just going to keep doing what I have been.
On another note, I have an appointment with my OB/Gyn on Thursday. I am both nervous and excited for this appointment. Maybe it will shed some light on why we haven't gotten pregnant yet. Here's hoping.....
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