The craziest thing I have done for a marathon

 Spoiler alert - its not get up at the crack of dawn to go on 20 mile runs.

So I had a little mini freak out after taking a little forbidden trip to my mortal enemy, WebMD.
More like better panic attacks.
I normally strictly follow my self - imposed ban from that site for a good reason, i.e., I'm the type of person who feels a wierd ache in my shoulder for five minutes and decides it must be cancer. But since I went to Patient First yesterday instead of my regular doctor, and they basically read my xray for approximately five seconds before handing me a prescription and telling me not let the door hit me on the way out, I had some questions about bronchitis. The evil WebMD told me it could take 2-3 weeks to fully heal, and possibly more for people with asthma. Well, the Shamrock Marathon is in 20 days, so that wasn't flying with me.  I emailed my running buddy who's a surgeon for medical advice, and she thought I should be feeling better in a few days, but said to take it with a grain of salt because that wasn't her area of expertise. In the shower I started racking my brain for anyone else I knew who could give me medical advice, other than my doctor who I'd have to wait like 3 weeks for an appointment with. 

Genius idea - my ex boyfriend from college is a respiratory therapist, exactly the kind of medical professional I needed right now! So what if we hadn't talked or had any communication whatsoever in almost three years? There was a marathon on the line so the obvious thing to do was to facebook message the girl he cheated on me with to get his phone number (now there's a good story, and if I don't get any anonymous comments asking me not to put it on the internet, I'm totally writing a post and sharing it), and call him completely out of the blue and when he tried to say things like "good to hear from you, how are you?" just to roll over it with "ya, ya I'm fine we'll get to all that but seriously I need medical advice". Makes perfect sense, no?

The verdict? I'm a complete psycho who should be better after the course of antibiotics (a few more days!). He said I might have a lingering cough but the antibiotics use work pretty well, which is similar to what my buddy Dr. Jackie told me. Also, my marathon coach Marie said that since we are now in the taper, taking a few weeks off from training shouldn't hurt me. Oh, and also even though he cheated on me in college, we're cool now - I mean not on a day to day basis, but as in we eventually left things on good terms and I feel comfortable using the relationship for my own personal benefit. But, it goes both ways. I mean, if he needs to know how to teach someone the long vowel sounds, obviously I'm going to help a brother out.

I got some fun ideas for posts in the comment section, but I can't get to them all tonight...I mean, I need to save something for tomorrow, you know? Kara suggested I continue to talk about my undying love for frosting. Um, I'd be happy to. Just recently, when my family was in Williamsport, my mom's friend had given her some mini cupcakes. They got crushed in transport, so maybe a normal person would have thrown them away. I took it as an opportunity to eat some frosting with a spoon, and leave some cupcakes bald. Here's an Ipod touch photo of the remains.

Yesterday Eric went out to get me some meds and came home with my favorite kind of cookie from subway for me, white chocolate macadamia nut. However, in a shocking turn of events, I was actually too sick to eat AT ALL yesterday. This is uncharted territory for me. Finally, right before I went to sleep (so like 8pm) I ate a piece of toast and some cheerios. The point is, no cookie, I appreciate the gesture and asked him to save it for later. So, today, after dinner I thought the cookie sounded pretty good.

 

I couldn't find it and feared the worst - it had been eaten. A text followed by a phone call confirmed my suspicion. I guess this will be my dessert:

My three favorite flavors. I've been drinking this like there's no tomorrow. Apparently having a 102.6 fever and drinking very little really dehydrates you.

Thanks for all the support and positive comments! I feel like i am back to my crazy sarcastic self, even though I had to take an advil because my abs hurt so bad from coughing. Apparently I need to double up on ab workouts to get in shape for my next bout with Bronchitis.