I’ll make this short just to explain what went down today.
So you guys know the B12 turned my running around like I hadn’t had since before this thing started. My logs for a couple weeks say “Amazing run!” “Fantastic run!” “OMG, just like my old self again!”
But when I posted that potassium thing, it was because I had started having some fatigue and I thought it was due to the B12/Potassium connection I spoke about.
I didn’t get my previous pep back though, and on the Philly marathon week, I took 3 days off (not for feeling bad, just worked out that way) so I felt sure the next week would be great. But last week was horrible. I glossed over it completely in the last post, but I knew it was bigger than just being tired. One run, a 5 miler, I stopped several times and eventually walked the last mile home. The next run, another 5mi seemed a bit better but the one after that, on Saturday…horrible. All of these runs felt like I was carrying a 2-ton sack of potatoes on my back. But I kept hoping, thinking it could be hormones or too many glute exercises or…denial.
So I took yesterday off and with my usual positive hope, went out today and it was just like when it all began. My balance was weird and after a little bit, my steps got smaller and smaller. I almost fell over a couple times. Hell, at one point, I wondered if it was that innocuous metatarsal pad I’d put in but pulling it out of my shoe didn’t help. I got around 1.5mi with a couple stops and then couldn’t even restart. I walked home and knew it was time for help.
Don’t go to the ER the Monday after a holiday weekend if you have a choice. I waited about 5 hours, then they put me on a stretcher in the hallway because there weren’t any rooms. A nice resident finally saw me about an hour later and looking at my transcripts from March, declared that I had received the Cadillac treatment for all the tests I’d had. Then he got his supervisor and they said there was nothing more they could do. They gave me the name of a neurologist and a sports ortho and that’s that.
I hate this, but am not surprised. If only I wasn’t a runner, then none of this would matter. I wouldn’t even have a problem. WTF.