I love this picture. It’s grainy because I’ve zoomed in and I had to pay $14.95 to own the rights to it but it’s all me and mine. This is me crossing the finish line at 10 miles at the Broad Street Run in Philadelphia on May 5th.
It’s hard to tell but I look happy, right? Accomplished and proud? I was. And what I didn’t tell in my recap was that I was also feeling like total dog poo at this point. I had started having some chest pain around mile 7 and while it wasn’t anything awful, it was enough to scare me. You don’t mess around with chest pain, right?
Without giving you all the details, I found out the following week that I have a heart arrhythmia. It’s basically an irregular heartbeat. I found out because I was so messed up for the days following the race and could tell it was heart related. I had a day of tears after my regular doctor found the irregularity. (I mean it’s not every day you hear something’s abnormal with your heart and taking that kind of news in stride isn’t so easy)
I literally bawled my eyes in the parking lot out the one day after seeing my general practioner and having the results of the EKG in my hands when I called to tell my husband. Rough times.
I ended up seeing a cardiologist two days later who told me to relax a bit. “You are the only 38 year old who just ran 10 miles who I will see all day,” he said. Many people have arrhythmias and part of the irregularity had to do with being conditioned and working out. I didn’t quite understand it and part of it is an irregularity which will have to be monitored but it’s NOT heart attack causing and he even went so far as to say to me, “Be careful but leave here and go for a run! I give you permission!”
It was definitely a scare though and while I feel better about it, I’m not going to take the news lightly.
I’ll never run a marathon and may not even do a half now but it was an eye opener to realize my body can’t do everything I may want to do. I consider myself somewhat fit and I workout often but there are limits for everyone and it’s important to listen to your body. At least that was my takeaway from all of this.
Oh and I ran for the very first time yesterday. I’ve been to the gym to a class and been fine but running was rough. I think I had some anxiety in my head about it all. That and just big race burnout. I went 2 miles and was hating it the whole time. I won’t let this be the end of my running career but it’s definitely going to be slow re-entry.