We all come at life from different perspectives. We all look at things just a little different based on our own personal experiences and over time even our own perspective shifts.
Before I ever got off the couch, I could not imagine why anyone would want to run for fun. Running was something other people did. People who did were nuts. Sane people did not run. Now that may be true, but once I got off the couch and started running my perspective changed. I became one of “those crazy runners” even if it took me a while to think of myself as a runner.
Now when I started though, I had no thought of “good” pace or finish time and didn’t really put much thought into it. Ok, I put no thought into it. I rolled into my first half marathon by just signing up after it was suggested on a long run that I was taking just to take. I had very little thought on strategy, pace, or even finish time. I laugh now because in the car on the way to the race, I was in awe and amazed at the other runners talking of such things. I felt like an idiot to be honest. When they asked me what my plan was, I was like to finish. We started together, but I told them to just run without me because I had no clue and didn’t want to hold them back. Then a funny thing happened, I realized that they were always in my view. I was stalking them:) Then they realized I was back there and I joined the party!
I finished in 2:09:24.
I was a runner, but I was just “normal runner.” I would never do a marathon.
I have since run 5. The first one was just not to die and then I actually started training for time.
But I would never be one of those crazy runners to run an Ultra.
I have run one 50K, Truth be told, I secretly (shhhh, don’t tell anyone) want to run one again. This is in the future, but I think it will happen again one day.
Perspective is a funny thing.
First I couldn’t imagine running. Then I couldn’t imagine not running. And now, I’m doing all I can to keep myself running. Perspective has changed once again.
When I ran the NYCM marathon two weeks before my thyroid was removed in 2016, I was chasing the elusive 4:30 marathon. I, probably, could have gotten it if I had not run the first half of the marathon like a half totally forgetting that the wall is no joke and not to be messed with. But I still finished in under 5 hours. Whew.
Chicago last year, I once again went back to having a goal of just finishing which is what I did. I walked the last few miles. I finished in 5:48:52. I was happy. I finished. It was probably the hardest race that I have ever ran even with the slowest time.
I was lucky to be able to do Chicago. I am lucky that my Hypoparathyroidism allows me to do all the things that I do. So many with this disease would love to do what I am able to do. I am very lucky, because it could be much worse. For now, all is good. I may have more aches, pains, weight, and such; but I am still able to get out there.
I sometimes think that I need to just enjoy the process now because as with anyone I don’t know what the future will bring. For now, things are good and I need to just enjoy it all. The aches. The pains. The heavy breathing.
And even with all of it, I am so lucky and it’s all the way you look at things.
When I had my first 24 hour urine test, my levels were off the charts. My urine calcium level was over 570. The normal level is supposed to be 200. In talking to my doctor about changes to medications, she said that for someone with my condition our goal is to have these levels around 300. The flip side though is that after getting used to a normal calcium level in the 9’s, I would lower my dosages to bring it down to the 8’s again. What a difference a point will make, but it’s all good.
I just got the results from my second 24 hour urine test. The results were coming from my primary doctors office and they would send them to my endocrinologist. Anyway, the office called and they were very upset as my levels were sooooo high. The woman nicely was going on and on about how serious this could be with problems with osteoporosis and more importantly lead to kidney stones and damaged kidneys. She was trying to get her point across how serious it was, when I asked what my levels were. She replied that they were very high at 263.
I laughed and told her that was great because it had been over 570.
So just like life, running really comes down to our perspective. I may never be the runner that I was for just a short brief blip, but it really doesn’t matter.
I’m still a runner.
And who knows… Things could still change because that is just the way life works.
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