Trade-em Up Tuesday: A Dose of Crazy

Make that a bucket of crazy. Have you all been wondering where your bad luck went? It fell onto my plate. While you may read this post, heck I read this post and think “man that blows” – I will let you in on a secret. I am laughing while writing this. That is a beautiful emotion, isn’t it? Something I have been embracing is this ‘riding the wave’. If you would have asked me to ride the wave of emotion last year, I would have growled at you. Now, I get it. Life has lows, but it has highs. Why dwell in the pit when there is a ladder right next you? No idea why I am in such good spirits about this but I am rolling with it.

So you saw my Twitter feed Sunday night. I was one unhappy camper. I had no idea what was going on but I was in a lot of pain. My stomach was blown out about six inches, both upper and lower abs. I couldn’t take a deep breath, I was sweating bullets and my heart was racing. I got into bed around 10 to hopefully sleep it away. Well, I couldn’t sleep and it kept getting worse. At 1:45 am after a solid two hours of crying I called a cab, went to the ER and was immediately seen. I was having an allergic reaction to something (they were not sure what) and the swelling was making it hard for me to even talk. This was scary. Scary because of not only the physical symptoms but the fact I was alone, wanted a hug and wanted someone with me. I returned to my apartment at 7 am by cab after a no sleep night and had to work. I was unwilling to take a day off, I am saving those precious few vacation days. So coffee to the face is the way to put it. Had to explain my night before I got to trade em up… explanation was needed.

I would trade… my Sunday night for a night close to home. This made me really homesick and super depressed about DC. I know this shouldn’t taint my experience but I am broker (thanks to the cab and hospital bill) and homesick-er. HOWEVER, it got my butt to call a GI doctor. Yep, next Tuesday I am finally seeing a specialist to figure this all out. My stomach will hopefully thank me. I am keeping a food journal till then so I can be totally informed about it all.

I would trade… the need for a second follow up dentist appointment for a sticker and a goodbye toothbrush. I went back to the dentist to see if I needed the second root canal. GUESS WHAT FRIENDS, he still can’t decide because my root canal area was so inflamed. I grind my teeth a lot in my sleep. It doesn’t help my sleep has been terrible lately so it is worse. Meaning my tendons are so inflamed. Enter MORE FREAKING MEDICINE I have to take for a week. Wow, this luck is rolling. 

I would trade… today’s date to be six months from now. I was informed that this girl will be coming all the way from Kuwait to run the DC Rock n Roll Half Marathon. That means I am signing up! Any DC runners or even blog runners who want to run this race should! I am feeling a blogger hang out after!

I would trade… my weak bladder for a stomach of steel. So when I asked for questions I was given a question – about ‘going’ during, before, after long runs. If you don’t like TMI, skip over this part because I am the queen of, let’s put it nicely, squatting. My cross country team knew me as the girl who would literally pee by the side of the road. I have no shame. During a race, I always have to go but never stop. On my normal runs though, I am lucky if I don’t really have to go. REALLY have to go. Most of the time, I am not that lucky runner who happens to fall on a nice comfy Starbucks. I am that runner who finds a huddle of trees by the side of the road or worse off a random porter potty around a bunch of construction workers. Total win. A race tradition though, that my aunt taught me,  is that before a race you have to, excuse my language, take a shit. Yep, I said it. We talk about it openly in our family before the Falmouth Road Race. We all hold our bladders so we have to go, drink coffee so we have to go or do whatever else works for us. Probably my best races and worst races are separated by this little difference. My piece of advice, just do it. Distance running weakens your bladder so if you are wondering why you always have to go during a run, it is because of running.

I would trade… having to throw away all the protein in my fridge besides eggs for a less paranoid state. I am not sure if what I ate had gluten in or it was the actual food itself that was bad but whatever it was the doctors said to get rid of it. Like throwing away cash. Gosh it hurts.

I would trade… a yoga-less life for some down dog. I am missing yoga classes a lot. I am missing fitness classes in general. More for the people than the actual class. I just like being surrounded by people in that zen state.

I swear I could go on. So many trades. But instead I smile. Oh and let’s not mention that this will probably publish Monday night instead of Tuesday morning because my publisher is screwed up like that. Peace out!

… Don’t think I forgot, the giveaway winner is ELLYN… Email me at therunwithin@gmail.com so I can send your name to the company!

Questions: What would you trade this Tuesday? What made you laugh today? 

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