Sometimes things change. Today I was supposed to run my last 20 mile long run in preparation for the New York City Marathon, do a quick change and attend a matinee opera performance, make a family Sunday dinner and then prepare for next week’s work week based on the many emails I’ve received over the weekend asking me to rethink a board presentation, etc. It all seemed possible to me.
I woke up at the call of the early morning alarm after a restless night’s sleep. I changed in the dark into my running apparel that I had set out the night before. The key to not losing your motivation for a long run is to just go through the logistics and don’t think about your motivation or lack of it. I mixed my electrolytes and then I started to feel funny. Long story short is that after denying that I was suffering from abdominal cramps, dizziness, and cold sweats; I found myself in the fetal position wondering if I could make it back to bed. My family tried to be helpful by staring at the computer screen and searching for all the things that could be wrong with me. As they asked me if I wanted to go to the emergency room, I tried to tell them that it was just a virus and I needed to go back to bed. Some type of hunt for a thermometer took place with inquiries every 5 minutes on where we kept the batteries, the medical kit, etc. Finally, one went to work and the other brought her teddy bear to keep me company, and as the household calmed down, I fell into a much needed sleep.
I rarely fall ill and it is interesting that when I do, my family reacts either by diagnosing me with dire predictions or deciding that it isn’t really happening. I spent the day showing my daughter how to defrost a container of soup and reheat it for her mother, re-arranging the comings and goings of the household, and wondering how one teaches a good bedside manner. For all of our sake, let’s hope that this is just a 24-hour virus.
© Kelly Tweeddale 2012