I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die tomorrow. Not because I have a fatal disease or because I went to a fortune-teller who predicted that tomorrow is my doom’s day. So how do I know that I’m going to die tomorrow? Because I signed up for a Mud Run. A Mud Run. I’ve never done a run in my life.
And here’s proof that I’m going to die.
Of all numbers for my bib, I get 16666. Seriously!? Is the devil calling me home or is this God’s idea of funny?
Am I putting too much thought into this? Probably not. Receiving my bib number (with all of its evil implications) forced me to finally talk about the Mud Run. Why? Because I’ve been in denial, that’s why. Like I said, I’ve never done a run of any kind. I’m a sporadic exerciser, someone who works out and eats healthy in spurts. Three week-spurts, max. After three weeks, which is when I see slight changes in my body and an increase in energy, I stop. Why? No idea. It’s stupid, really. I just need to keep going. I keep telling myself that I’ll eventually want to make a lifestyle change, but then I get lazy and stop working out and put sweets back into my diet. Grrrr…
When me, my hubby, sister-in-law and brother-in-law signed up for this Mud Run a few months ago, I was sure that it would motivate me to change. And it did, for a while, until I rapidly started feeling more and more tired with no explanation as to why. I would feel like falling asleep in the middle of the day. I would literally watch my boys play and be one sleepy-eyed blink away from snoring while sitting up.
I finally went to the doctor. They drew my blood. I was diagnosed with anemia. Bad anemia. The pharmacist who gave me my prescription asked, “Is this all for you?” (My first thought was, “since when do people share bottles of prescribed medicine?” but I know what she was saying). Yes, it was all for me. Three iron pills a day. Did I mention that my thyroid levels were off, too?
I was exhausted. I started Jillian Michaels’ 30-day Shred and did it for three days before I finally gave in to my lack of energy and thought, “I’ll start back up when the iron kicks in.” It finally kicked in. About three days ago. Now the Mud Run is tomorrow and I’m sure that I will die face down in it and get trampled by those who actually trained for it.
Tomorrow’s run will either inspire me to get my lazy butt in gear or steer me away from organized runs forever. Don’t worry, I will keep you posted.
Thank you to my good friend Hilary for making me feel even lazier because she is such a rock-star triathlete! Just kidding. She trained hard for that triathlon and did amazing. I hope I do the same. But that’s like saying, “Suzie studied hard for the test and got an A and I, who did not study AT ALL, hope to Ace it as well.” Ya, right.
Wish me luck!!