See Adrienne Run: Sunday Bloody Sunday

What's All This Then?

Greetings!

This blog has run its course, as it were. Actually three courses, but don't let that stop you from reading. Here's the skinny: I dedicated most of 2008 to running and fundraising for cancer research. On June 1, I ran the San Diego Rock n' Rock marathon. On June 21 I ran a half marathon in Anchorage, Alaska. Both of these feats were tackled with the coaching and support of The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, for which I raised $5,725. The final challenge was the New York City marathon on Nov. 2. This time I trained with "Fred's team" on behalf of Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center where I was treated successfully for Hodgkins lymphoma five years ago. I raised another $3240 (maybe more).

It was a banner year in many ways. I celebrated 5 years of health. I raised a lot of money. I earned a Team in Training triple crown for completing a triathlon, century bike ride and marathon. I was featured on a show about three first time runners in the NYC marathon, aired on NBC in New York. And ....

You can read all about my journey in sneakers below. And remember:
"A journey of 26.2 miles begins with a single shlep."

(For the back story, check out the Sept. 29th entry.)

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Bloody hell. This weekend was one for the record books. After yesterday's fiasco, I ended up spending 4 hours at the emergency room today because of blood clots. I started passing them with great difficulty yesterday, but I thought (hoped) it would be temporary. By mid-day today, the situation had worsened, and I bowed to the pain. My pal Martha visited me at the three-hour mark with provisions (water, New Yorker magazines and a delicious chocolate chip cookie), which lifted my spirits. Unfortunately, the lab made a mistake with my "sample" and so I left with little more information than when I arrived. Same painful urination. Same massive clots. Even bigger, more impressive ones, actually. I gave a second "sample" and await the results. The Physician's Assistant took a look and agreed that the conclusion from the first analysis ("no blood") couldn't have been right. No kidding, Sherlock.

I considered putting in some miles after I left the hospital, but under the circumstances, I think it's best I just take the day off. I'm eager to hear what the lab comes up with this time. A simple bladder infection would be just fine with me. Some antibiotics and something to make the pain go away so I can get back on the road. Nice and easy. Stay tuned.

10 p.m. Update: I've got meds and I'll be good as new soon. Maybe I'll run 10 miles tomorrow after all?