Sunday, August 12, 2012
Yesterday I ran a 4 mile race. I wasnít sure I was going to be able to run it. Iíve been very sick for about 3 weeks. I didnít realize I was as sick as I was, but when the clinical diagnosis was made Friday, it was whooping cough. I had a lab test, but by the time the results get back, I will be over it. The good news was, by the time they diagnosed made, I was past the contagious stage. Who ever thought of whooping cough?? Really. Iím not sure I believe the diagnosis. I was immunized as a child, I actually had whooping cough as a child, and I was hospitalized with it about 12 years ago. Every time I get a cough, I sound like Iím dying. Honestly. Doctors always think the worst with my cough. In any case, Iíve been tired and hardly able to do much running because of my coughing.
The race I ran yesterday was one I did not want to miss. It was one that just hit home with so many people in the running community. It was a race to honor the life of a young mother Ė Sarah Hart -- who was murdered two months ago while she was out on a run. She was snatched up by a thug who just wanted to rob her. Then he strangled her and hid her body in the woods. Thankfully, they caught him when he went to the hospital to get his injuries treated. She fought him enough to injure him. Now her husband has the task of raising their three children by himself, and he will never know the love of the son she was carrying inside her.
On Friday my doctor gave me some steroids for my lungs, and between that and the antibiotics I actually slept through the night. My husband and I got up at 4:30. We drove to our daughterís house and got her and two of our grandchildren. They were running the race with us. Actually, my husband was going to run with the kids, and my daughter and I were going to run together. I was hoping to run in 36 minutes or less, but with my lack of air, I knew I would be lucky to break 40. My daughter actually beat me for the first time ever, but not by much. I finished in about 38:25. My husband and the kids came in at about an hour.
But after the raceÖ I had the honor of talking to Sarah Hartís father. I thanked him for allowing us the opportunity to help them honor Sarahís life. It was wonderful to talk to him. He is a broken hearted man, trying to make sense of a senseless situation. That was the highlight of the race for me. I was so glad to be able to show support and love to him.
Today Iím very tired. The long day yesterday has worn me out, proving that Iím not as well as I thought I was. But itís okay. Iíll rest all day. And Iíll make sure I love my family.
Thinking of Sarahís family today, and so thankful they allowed the running community to show them some love