W5 and W6 = Blur or Epic Fail

I started my week 5 off on a good start. I was on track to make up missed kms from when I was in anaphylaxis and in hospital. So I was feeling good. I ran Monday (6km)

Tuesday (7km) and Wednesday (6km)

I was feeling amazing, proud of myself for running 3 days in a row. I was becoming more confident in myself for running. Thursday I took a rest day. Friday I was unable to run, as I had to do a commute (which took an additional 4 hours). 

During this week Koren learned that after multiple tests and doctors visits she would be sidelined with an injury in her ankle/foot, and is off running for 4-6 weeks. It was a blow as I losing my long run, running partner. 

The long run we had scheduled at the end of week 5, we did thinking and Koren was going to either bike or roller-blade beside me, keep me company and support me. Sunday was an epic fail. My asthma was off the charts and uncontrollable. I can run through most things but I can’t run through wheezing, short breath and sever lung pain, so I played it smart and bowed out of my long run to go back into the AC and recover. 

I told myself week 6 will change and everything will be on track. 

‪On Monday/Tuesday of ‬week 6 (this past week) I had a meeting with my specialist. I had a discussion with them over more testing, further options, more information. After it was all said and done, we decided on doing some changes with my food, to bring it back to basic. So I am now eating a vegan life style, well more plant based as I’m still consuming honey. 

This to be quite honest has been a difficult change, as I was just tossed into it. I haven’t really had time to wrap my head around it, where most people take the time to do research, study recipes and options before making the full leap. I went cold turkey and started on Tuesday. So not being consumed in this life style is all meats, dairy, all soy products and no rice. I know I’ll eventually figure this out.

Sooo let’s take a moment and go back to about 2 weeks ago, I went to the lake to visit friends. I got some good mosquitoes bites. I had one that was basically on the back of my upper leg, that I just figured was a more meaty area for them to bit. It started out the size of a pea and over the last 2 weeks has continually grow into this really red ugly, raised rash that was larger than my hand. I also started to feel worse as each day passed. I was achy, my bones hurt and I felt like I was getting the flu, which was not leaving me. I had zero energy, it was an effort to crawl out of bed in the morning. I was needing extra coffee during the day to stay awake. But I literally thought it was that “summer flu”.

On Thursday I had a doctors appointment, so I brought it to my doctors attention that I had this rash that was itchy and wasn’t going away. She took one look and went into “doctor mode”, and was draining the rash site and telling me that the infection was in my whole body, as I had a fever and other issues upon further testing. So I was given a beyond heavy duty medication to treat a blood and bone infection, if the spot is not cleared up by Monday, I need to go back in for a heavier medication, which will most likely be an IV treatment. 

So to sum up the last two weeks, I haven’t felt like running. I haven’t felt like doing any cross training, just walking a flight of stairs had(s) me ready for a nap. My body is tired. Which is ok, its fighting an infection. 

I can say with all this, when I told my friends, they have been amazing, good sense of humours and mostly kept checking in on me, showing concern, yelling like mother’s. Sometimes you need to find humour in siutations that want to make you cry. 

For 4 weeks, my body has been broken, hospitlized and on a treatment plan and everything else. 

I haven’t ran for 11 days and that is ok. The sun still rose in the morning and set in the evenings. Its all ok. 

Do I have guilt for not running? Maybe

Do I have sadness over everything? At times

Do I think this will change my marathon time and outcome? HELL NO

Set backs happen whether minor, big or just a small hiccup. This doesn’t change anything. 

My determination is wild and I’m driven to be back on track, back on targert. I will continue on this marathon journey. 

My body may want to continue to fight me, but I’m stronger. 


nuun love

When I got accepted to be part of Team nuun, I knew I was going to become part of a special family, meet some pretty amazing athletes and people from nuun HQ. Needless to say I felt blessed and still feel blessed. 

I know I previously blogged about being accepted by nuun for who I am. Not what they wanted me to become. They accepted me as me. My heavy weight and what my ability is to run. I’ll never place in the top. But they still loved me anyways and took a chance on me. 

I tell people I’m a part of team nuun. I’m part of the family and they look at me and I always say it’s awesome eh. They love everyone and every ability the same. They don’t discriminate or set limits on who they bring on as part of the team. 

So fast forward to early spring and I got the incredibly chance to spread my cheer, happy vibes and love for nuun as a field hydration specialist (FHS). I was nervous my first time going to be trained. But I soon realized I have the knack as I always knew I did with my nuun passion I learned to thrive in this gig.

So here is the reason I truly love doing this gig… I meet lots of interesting people, those suffering from nerves to those who’ve trained and know they are going to kill it on the course. 

At a recent expo I got the fun times of talking to over 400+ people. One woman stopped to learn about nuun and I got to chatting with her about her running, future races etc. She confided in me this was her first ever 5k. I discussed her game plan for race day, offered suggestions for timing and speed. She asked me a whole bunch on how to deal with nerves etc. I answered them honest. You never ever should sugar coat an answer. 

Race day happened and I was working the finish line. This woman finished, came to me, gave me the biggest sweatiest hug one could give someone. She was crying and all smiles. She couldn’t thank me enough. She said my advice was bang on. She said the running bug might of just bite her. 

Another race in Burlington I did, I stood at the finish line and was the biggest cheerleader for the last person to cross. I’ve been there. I know the feeling in your heart when you know you’re last or close to last and all the vendors at the finish expo have packed up. Might not be a bagel left for you and possible they’ve ran out of medals. (it’s happened)

So when this woman crossed I gave her a nuun water bottle and a couple samples. I told her how proud I was of her, gave her a hug. I told her my motto is nuun is there till the last person crosses. (Well I am when I work. It personally irks me when vendors etc pack up as if the back half of a run are just useless people.) 

She asked me about nuun and I explained I’m part of the family not just as a FHS but as a runner, I said I’m legit. I’m on a website. But I said nuun is one of the few companies that acknowledged all skill levels and endurance levels. We all get to the same finish line, we all still sweat running and need electrolytes to replenish our bodies. We all deserve the health stuff, that’s free of sugars, colours and ingredients I can’t even pronounce without the help of Google. 

So this woman was beyond thankful for us being there on course on such a hot day. She explained that by me being me she was fully switching over to nuun. She loved the ingredients and the benefits (cals & sugar)

So with each run event I’ve done. I’ve met runners of all skill levels, given high fives, hugs, tissues and become a photographer. I’ve loaned my phone for someone to call home about a new PB. I’ve been me. 

I’ve spread nuun love. I’ve encouraged people to sign up for learn to run programs, told them if I can run: you can run. Our weight and size is not an excuse. 

I said nuun believes in me and I believe in you. I’ve connected with people and offered to go for runs with them from doing events like this. I spread love and happiness. 

I believe and fully stand behind nuun. It’s gotten me across a few finish lines when I’ve been questioning my own sanity.  

When I first became a FSH no nuun shirt fit me. As I’ve continued on my own hard work journey, I can happily say I now own a FHS shirt and it fully fits!! It truly was a happy moment for me. I feel more legit. 

So to finish, I love being a FHS not just for the benefit of spreading nuun love but sharing in others joys and personal victories. We all cross the same finish line.