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Monday, April 8, 2019


I have three races coming up starting in two weeks. The River City Ten Miler, Kentucky Derby Festival Mini Marathon and the Peace, Run and Harmony Half Marathon. I have been so excited and pumped for these races for months. I have been determined to crush my current half marathon PR of 3:01:09 and FINALLY get under three hours. In January I started going to BodyPump at the Y. something I have wanted to do for ages but was too afraid to do because I didn't want to be the fattest person in the class. I wound up absolutely loving it and made it a part of my weekly routine. I even had Alan in on it. He was planning on running the Derby Mini with me. 

Then this past Wednesday I woke up feeling a little stuffy, thinking I was getting Cameron's cold. By Wednesday evening I had realized that it wasn't a cold, it was the flu. I was feeling really run down, had a fever, chills, body aches, all the symptoms. But in the middle of the night I woke up completely drenched in sweat and screaming because of this stabbing pain in my shoulder and side. It was so bad that I was debating whether or not to tell Alan to take me to the ER. I eventually figured out that if I slept sitting up the pain turned into a dull ache so that's what I did. Thursday I still felt the same and that crazy pain was just a dull ache so I tried to rest as much as I could even though I did have a few obligations that I couldn't reschedule. 

By Friday I was feeling far far worse. I couldn't take a deep breath and everything, even talking meant I couldn't breathe. I was going back and forth on going to Urgent Care when Alan got off work because part of me was like maybe I just have a really bad case of the flu and I have to deal with it and part of me was like no, this is something else because I have never been this sick in my life. I'm glad that I listened to my gut and went in because I have "quite the case" of pneumonia. The doctor told me that if I had tried to wait it out I would've been in the ER over the weekend, it was that bad.

Unfortunately this means that all three races are out, and my dreams of crushing my PR right now are out too. Unless you're a runner, you probably won't understand, but I'm more mad about the races than I am about being sick. I know that there are always other races but to work so hard and be this close only to have it taken away just really really sucks. Someone told me that I could probably do one of the races since it's four weeks away. Um, I can't go up or down the stairs without having to take a break right now because any sort of exertion takes my breath away. I spent all weekend in bed or on the couch because that's all I could do. Even if I am feeling back to normal by then, I'm not going to risk it because I don't want this ever again. Unless you've had pneumonia before, you don't get it. 

A friend of mine who had pneumonia last year told me that it took her months before she felt back to normal and could do stairs or any sort of hills and even now she says she's not where she was before she came down with it. My hope is that this time next year that's not me. 

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