My heart evaporated

On January 1 of this year, I set out to have an amazing, epic season. Little did I know that in pouring my heart out… it would evaporate.We knew I didn’t finish Rivertown. Left me sad, but I felt I could recover and get on with the rest of my race schedule. But, in June… things started to go wrong in a hurry.

At the Spring Lake Heritage Festival 5K, something that only took me 29 minutes last year, I bumbled across the line in over 33 minutes.

At Charlevoix, it took me over 6 hours to cross the finish line, after coming to the halfway point in 2:38.

So we acknowledged burnout and that I tried to take on too much. I realized I’d have to switch to the half-marathon in some instances, to the Olympic duathlon at MiTi, and basically lay low for 2018.

July came. I was still feeling very blasé and wondering if I could even make it through this year. I caught a break when the Grand Haven Tri/Du was cancelled due to the storm that rolled through GH that week.

Tri Del Sol the following week… the first run was okay. But I got on the bike, and felt incredibly sluggish, tired, etc. Mile 8 of the bike, my right hip started to hurt. Mile 10 of the bike, I saw some volunteers, looked at them, and then bowed out. When I got to transition, I started sobbing. Cried while rolling my bike to my car, and after I put my bike in my car, I cried for another 10 minutes before leaving to find food.

A couple weeks later, I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with iron-deficiency anemia and chronic fatigue syndrome. This explains why I’ve been feeling so tired. Three days after that appointment, with my hips still hurting, I went in for some nutritional guidance. They noticed I was limping and feeling extreme discomfort, and was diagnosed with sciatica. Even yoga and Pilates hurt.

So after that, not knowing what else to do and at the end of my proverbial rope, I bowed out of the remaining races on my schedule, realizing that if I’m not feeling that well, I should just stop and rest for the remainder of the year. Everyone has wished me well, hoping I will recover soon. But since realizing fatigue and anemia, no wonder running has been such a chore this year.

For the remainder of this year, the plan is do just do weights, yoga, Pilates, and a bunch of walking. I do have a half-off code for MiTi and Hungerford will let me defer to next year. But for now… I poured my heart out, and it evaporated.

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Bob Cowles Bob Cowles
I am 35 years old, from Muskegon, MI, I live with my dad... and I have 4 cats. Other than that, I'm a runner, baker, foodie, and I love dining out.

One Comment

  1. Fiona McPherson Gran
    Posted August 14, 2017 at 5:27 pm | Permalink

    You are so very brave. I can feel your struggle, and see how hard it is to change the plans you have worked so hard towards. It takes courage to change your plans, especially after you have put them out there for the world to see. Changing your plans is not failing; you are listening to your body and caring for yourself.
    I hope your sadness fades. Being a Champion means you are not alone!

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