Friday was the last day before my next half marathon. Admittedly, I wasn't nervous because I have actually trained for this, but because I didn't want to mess it up. Now armed with a heart rate monitor, I wanted to test it out so I did a quick two miles around my neighborhood in my new sneakers too. They felt so much better than my old ones and I made the decision to use them for the race.
Deb arrived and we headed into Salem to pick up our race packets. We hit some traffic, but we were chatting so it was all good. The race packets included a really cool bag, under armor shirt, bib number and 13.1 sticker. Then back to the hotel to check in. This wonderful desk clerk was so helpful - it seemed like every time we came off the elevators or back in we needed some information and he was there to help. He suggested an Italian restaurant for dinner which was close by. I guess we weren't the only ones who needed carbs that night. The dining room was full. They also do a big take-out business, and we decided to 'eat in' the take out side. Casual, fun and great food. Before dinner was over, I found I had sharp pains under my left breast. What the heck was that? Knowing that my heart was not there, I wasn't panicing, but my goodness... what was that? That pain dogged me for the next three hours. I couldn't take a deep breath without it zinging me. All I could think was not now, how can I come this far and have this stop me? I prayed that God would remove the pain at least by morning and that I would be able to sleep.
After dinner we went back to the hotel, secured our late check out, set our alarms (4:40 a.m.) and tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned waiting for what ever pain that was to go away. Once I fell asleep, I didn't stay asleep, but at least the pain was gone. The new few hours were nap/wake/nap/wake. And I have to run 13 miles like this? Oh boy....
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