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Five Days

I woke up this morning and could not go back to sleep so I decided to get out of bed and pulled out the suitcase...guess this is really happening! The sun is coming up earlier and earlier and I think I really am a true child of the sun - when it is up I am awake. That will be very interesting when we get to CDA and the sun comes up at 4:30. I hope the hotel room has good curtains!

I have been asked by several people over the last few days "how's the ticker?" Seriously - the term "ticker" was used over and over again. It was kind of funny. I haven't blogged about the POTS stuff lately mostly because it has not really been on my mind, which is a good thing. I did sit down and read back about 6 months on my blog the other day and I am blown away at how sick I was then and how healthy I seem to be today. I say seem because I have learned that you just never know. Over the past few months, things have seemed to be okay health-wise. I have not been consuming the mass amount of sodium I was and have not been wearing the compression socks as much either. My last longest workouts were all in the heat and none seemed to take too much out of me. So, as of now, things seem to be ok. I am aware though that POTS can rear its ugly head whenever it decides to, so I am just going to stay cautiously optimistic for now. The past few days I have been having some high heart rate issues and I'm really just hoping it is from the heat. I got to at least 187 on our ride on Saturday, but I was being dumb and "playing with the big boys" so I am hoping that was all that was. Last night I was good for about 2 miles on the run then couldn't keep my HR down after that. Again, I'm hoping it is just heat related and I am not really going to dwell on it much more. I will gradually increase my sodium over the next few days and stay on top of my hydration and rest. There is not much else that I can do other than that!

I am so thankful that I have seemed to have gotten so much better since the end of last year. I was miserable and sick then, no question about it. I do not know what of the million things I tried helped make me better, or if it was just time and nothing that I did, but I'm grateful to be better, at least for the meantime. I have to think that being diligent about not coming back too fast and keeping my heart rate low had to help some way or another. I'm going to at least tell myself that! Missing some of my favorite races, ones that I had done year after year definitely sucked, but looking back, missing them really was not that big of a deal. I knew in the long run missing them would be okay, but it was still hard at the time. I know when I cross the finish line on Sunday, I will have much to be grateful for, and those missed races will have been more than accounted for.

The eating campaign has begun as well. We're out at a property today for work doing a disaster recovery drill. There is candy and snacks everywhere and we went to PF Chang's for lunch. I ate the whole meal - that is a lot at that restaurant! It was sooo good too. I'm about to fall asleep on my computer at this point though so I'm over it now. I had planned to start eating more on Thursday or Friday, but I guess I started a bit early.

Comments

Cass said…
For what its worth, your heart rate is likely due to the weather. I ran today during lunch and, even with a moderate pace, my heart rate in the high 180s for quite a while.
Coach Liz said…
i had trouble keeping my heart rate down on my run on Sunday as well. I know it was due to the face that it was so freaking hot at 11:30 a.m. when I got off the bike and I was running hills in Chapell Hill.

You are going to do great on Sunday!

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