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This blog is now retired. My new site is at: Predictably Irrational.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The Curse of 13

That would be 13.1, to be more precise. A half marathon. One of my favorite lengths in a race. When I did my first, I followed up with two more. Only one of which was, technically, an easy route -- flat. That one would be the one I hated the most and yet, I ended up with my PR.

Last fall, I started my half marathon training for the Inside Out Sports Classic Half. I don't think I was two weeks into training when I was hit with that mysterious virus. That illness put me out from August until December (which to this day, I have no idea what hit me).

I did, however, rebound slightly and ran Coach Bubba's 20K (in February of this year) and made my goal time. A very high moment after fearing the worst for the past year.

And now, here I am, four days from my half marathon race. The race I had been so excited about. The one I wanted everyone to support because it was a race that came back to Raleigh. I have already envisioned myself running through Raleigh. And here I am, afflicted with some mysterious ailment again...having to decide whether I should do my race that is FOUR DAYS away. I've been training for it since July.

It's not a total mystery. My blood pressure is high. Which could cause all the other shit I've been going through over the summer. For instance, the constant tiring of my legs into, what should be, a very fit pair of legs that have been running all freaking year.

Then there's the light-headiness. The last month or so, there's been mild confusion. All I had attributed to either old age, or the weather (running in the hot summer heat).

But my ego gets the best of me and I think I can still do the race. Tim is not as gung-ho about my assessment that I can do it. Well, I think we agree that I _could_ do it, but is it necessary at this point? No, it's not.

I don't know why I have such high blood pressure -- which, to me, hit me 'all of a sudden'. And 13.1 miles is a lot of miles to run (which is why I like the race) for someone who tires out early *and* that 160/104 bp.

There will be more races to run, as my hubby and my running friends remind me. I just need to get myself back into tip-top shape before I can do them.

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