I went to the doctor because I of a possible sinus infection (I am uber prone to them and get them often). As I suspected, I did. As the doc was giving my my prescription, I thought I would throw one more thing at her. I told her about my issues with running and how I can hardly run 10 steps without stopping to walk. I told her I thought my iron might be low based
After my test, she came back in the room and asked me "what do you think your level is at?". I responded "based on how I feel, maybe a 9 or a 10." She gave me a serious look and said, "Nope....you are a 6 and we typically do blood transfusions when people are around an 8."
My response to that was "Huh, at least I know why I have to sit down when I get to the top of the steps now". I weaseled my out of the transfusion by promising I would eat red meat and spinach every day and also take the colon blocking iron supplements told me to get. If she doesn't see an upward trend by Wednesday, I will be transfused. *Shudder* Just as she finished her sentence about how serious this issue was, I spouted off the question...."so, I will be able to run Grandma's Half next Saturday, right?" She gave me the areyoufuckingkiddingyoustupidbitch look and said "absolutely not, and don't even think about it". I had to ask even though I walked out of her office there thinking that I will still cross that finish line (one symptom of anemia is not thinking clearly).
Later that evening, I came to my senses (Translation: I spoke to my girlfriend and she put things into perspective). My ultimate goal is Twin Cities Marathon. Doing this half marathon, half-assed mind you, could jeopardize my marathon training even more. I am already experiencing a training set back, if I attempted the race, who knows how long I will be out. So, I have to exercise some common sense here and keep my eye on what is really important. So there will be no race and I am going to focus on getting healthy.
I can't help but kind of laugh about the craptastic luck that I have with this race. The universe must not want me to ever participate in this event. The one year I get chosen for the lottery, is the one year I am not able to run it. Perhaps this was divine intervention. I think this is going to be the last year I try to run this race.
I may be down, but I am certainly not out. I will be volunteering at the finish line handing out t-shirts. If you are running, come look for me!!!