Philly Marathon Training W5D1
This post was going to be about how marathon training stops for nothing - not even vacation. But, now, it’s about a bit of mother’s guilt. (Read: a lot of mother’s guilt)
I had the alarm set for 5:30 this morning so I could get my easy 5 in before we really got going on the day. I woke up to “Ow, ow, ow, ow.” When I looked at the clock and it was 4:30, I realized that it was my son, Anthony, not my alarm. I got up to see what was wrong and he was in tears and said his head hurt.
When my boys used to get fever induced seizures, we used to never leave the house without children’s ibuprofen. Now, we have gotten lax. So, I found myself driving around trying to find not only a store that was open at 5:00 in the morning, but one that carried the children’s ibuprofen. Thank you 7-11!
I went back to the room and gave him some medicine and I figured he would just lie in bed with the husband, go to sleep, and feel better when the ibuprofen kicked in in a half hour or so. So, I went off to do my run.
The view was gorgeous, it was relatively flat even though we are in the White Mountain area (we are in the Mt. Washington Valley), I completely blew my splits, yadda yadda yadda.
When I walked back through the door, the husband said “Give Ryan medicine now!”. I said “Huh?” “Didn’t you get my message? Anthony threw up a few times and I think he had a seizure. Ryan should have the ibuprofen as a preventative measure.”
These boys are identical twins and that doesn’t stop with the seizures. They have had “dueling seizures” several times in the past. But, we are coming up on three years seizure free, so I thought we were in the clear. Hopefully, Anthony will be feeling better soon and Ryan will be fine as well.
Yes, I got my training run done, but at what cost? I shouldn’t have left. Sigh…
Target pace: 12:05-12:55
Actual pace: 11:56