Monday, September 10, 2012
I would like to thank everyone for the well wishes after last week's heart attack scare and I'm happy to report it's business as usual, except for the ulcer, which is causing a lot of pain (it feels like I'm suffering from a permanent runner's stitch on the right side of my abdomen as well as burning in the stomach and esophagus - so running is not so easy). I'm not letting that keep be down though, dang it, I've got things to do...like running the 9/11 Heroes 5K Race yesterday. Wasn't sure how that was going to work out with the pains but decided to give it my best, and my BFF was making her 5K walking debut at this race also. She is new to the whole fitness thing and I am so happy that she is embracing it and proud of her for taking some really big steps in the fitness area (we are biking together every day). She can now scratch doing a 5K off her bucket list.
There were a lot of police, firefighters, and military teams in this race. I love being surrounded by our heroes, I am so patriotic - even wore red, white and blue and put my heart flag pin on my hat. The race started and a pack of navy guys were carrying their ships flag (USS MITSCHER), and doing cadences (really loudly) so I decided to follow them. I loved hearing their cadences, but I wasn't sure I could keep up since I knew they were running a little faster than I normally do, but I wanted to keep up with these guys. Left, left, right, left. I was on the "left" for every shout out, woo hoo. I just watched their feet and listened to their entertaining, motivational cadences and before I knew it I was past mile two.
I just chuckled at the "My old Granny" song...
Holy cow, I had kept up with them for two miles (19:00), they fell a little behind me, but I just kept going. I saw two firefighters ahead of me so I focused on keeping up with them for the last half mile. I could still hear the Navy Chiefs behind me, but too afraid to look back, I had to keep going, I was making great time - I had the "under 30 minute goal" in shot - it was close.
I knew I should back down on the speed just a tad, the heart rate was really jacked way up, but I still kept up with the firefighters. I kicked on the overdrive and ended up passing them on the last .1 mile and finished just a step or two ahead of them. WOW, I just got a PR. A time of 32:41, finished 21/64 for my age division and 300/624, not too bad for being in pain. I'm looking forward to another 5K on Sept. 29th.
I wonder if those Navy Chiefs are available as my own personal pace-group for my upcoming half-marathon? That would be awesome, they really motivated me to go beyond myself and gave me the boost of confidence I needed to keep at it. Thanks USS Mitscher Navy Chiefs - ya'll rocked my socks off.
Friday, September 07, 2012
I've been MIA for a couple of days and wanted to share with you the story of my unplanned two-day vacation I just took. Tuesday morning, it was work as normal, I'd been there about an hour and all of a sudden I had shooting sharp pains in my chest, my arm started to tingle and I got really dizzy, then the chest pain started to feel like it was crushing my chest, so I made my way to Emergency Room. OMG, was I really having a heart attack? Sure as heck felt like it, I thought for sure I was a goner.
I checked myself into the hospital and before I knew it I was laying on a gurney with lots of wires hooked to my chest, oxygen up my nose, a nurse starting an IV, chest xrays - holy cow, I guess I am really having a heart attack. I was scared to death. Doctor came back with the news that he didn't think it was a heart attack, thank goodness, but he wanted to be 100% certain - what a relief. He wanted to keep me overnight for observation and repeat the same tests 6 hours after my initial ones and that he wanted me to do a treadmill stress test before he discharged me the next morning. Well sheesh, I wasn't out of the clear yet, obviously if they keeping me overnight.
It was a really long day....had to stay in bed the whole time, except an occasional potty break, had to stay hooked up to monitors. I lay there thinking about all the things I wanted to do, things I haven't gotten to do yet, all the wonderful things in my life that still need to happen, my upcoming 5K race this weekend, lol, etc. Being put under cardiac surveillance really does something to your mind. Doc gave me a sleep aid and it was lights out for me, thank goodness I fell asleep quickly because I had done nothing but worry all day.
Next morning was the treadmill stress test. I had the DH bring my new running shoes. The cardiac lab tech told me my target heart rate would be 155, I just kinda chuckled, shoot.... 155 is the normal, slog for me, so this would be a piece of cake. The tech asked me if I was a runner, and I said, Why yes I am, how can you tell? she said real runners have funky colorful shoes (lol and I was wearing the bright orange ones). After talking to her while I was doing the test, found out she is a marathoner and she was giving me tips for the Shamrock Marathon I'm running in March - how cool was that. I was almost finished with the test, they had cranked it up full speed and I was still "going" - she said that no woman that she had seen had ever completed the full 15 minutes on the treadmill and only one guy she has tested have ever done it (I'm a rock star, woo hoo - my head was thus swelling at this point, hee hee). She said I appeared to be in excellent shape, another Woo Hoo, but not so comforting a comment, especially since I was in the cardiac unit, hello. I had to keep my humor about me because at this point I was still worried about this whole heart attack thing. I was looking around the room nervously trying to locate the defibulator, just in case - and surprisingly there wasn't one, guess they would have to leave me on the floor and go hunting in adjacent rooms for the crash cart (like they do on TV) - when I hit the target heart rate, they have you plop down on a bed right next to the treadmill and just lay there, OMG - I said..."this is NOT the proper cool down method".
So everything checked out fine, heart attack was just a scare, turns out its an ulcer, ugh, so it's meds, dietary adjustments, liquid Mylanta (GROSS), and about 2-3 weeks of healing time for that. I was teasing with my DH that after my discharge I was going out for a run, he about hit the ceiling on that, and he said oh no you're not, so I told him to ask the doctor when he comes in about my restrictions. The DH said to the doctor "please tell my wife she can't leave here and run 14 miles", the doctor smiled and said to me "you shouldn't run 14 miles when you leave here but 13 won't hurt ya", I thought I would die laughing. So one for me, zero for the DH, lol. The ER doc came in after that and told me I had to change the diet to a bland one for now, so the DH smiled and said... "tell her that means no Mexican food" and the doc says "no Mexican food" - Me zero, DH one. I knew he'd win that round, and he was quite pleased since he absolutely hates Mexican food.
The doctor did commend me on coming straight to the ER, he said if it had been a real heart attack I could have possibly saved my own life. The following link is some good info about heart attacks. Please take a few minutes to read and familiarize yourself with the info. You are NEVER TOO YOUNG for a heart attack or TOO HEALTHY - it happens, for real.
I am so thankful that this was just a scare, a rude wake-up call even, but so glad to be able to share my story with you all.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
HM Training, Week 2: Cross training with a bike ride last night, too bad it was interrupted and then abruptly cancelled due to lightning - yikes. Today 3 mile easy run - Workin it!!!
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
HM Training, Week 2: Yoga workout last night to stretch those weary runner legs, and 3 mile easy run today - Keeping STRONG !!!
Monday, August 27, 2012
This quote is the mantra for this week. I can honestly say that every day last week was one of determination that ended in satisfaction. Ate within range, and stayed on the training schedule, even putting in some extra ooomph.
Started my week off with a bang yesterday....determined to ride my bike to the oceanfront to watch the surfing championships - we did it. Enjoyed a couple of hours at the beach with my BFF and our bikes.
(Couldn't resist taking a "touristy" pic, lol)
So glad to have a fitness partner for awhile, keep up the good work T, you're doing great. BTW, the new padded bike shorts are a dream come true, no tushy pain, lol.
This week's running training has low mileage so I will work in more bike riding. All this biking is building stamina and working the quads, woohoo.
Happy Monday to everyone, hope you are starting your week off with a bang.
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