I’ve neglected the blog again for a few months, but I don’t have much running news to report. I did top off three 90+-mile weeks without any injuries and without suffering many of the symptoms of overtraining. My training plans have come to regularly slot 13-mile Tuesdays where 10-mile Tuesdays once were, and my body seems to have adapted to the higher mileage. When I’ve pushed past 90 in the past, I’ve experienced any of the following: a mild case of plantar fasciitis, tight hips resulting in a hip injury, mood swings, restless leg syndrome, inability to fall sleep when all I want to do is sleep, dehydration. Anyway, each of the last three times I pushed past 90 miles (92, 90, 93.5), I only was a little irritable. That’s great news because the ultramarathon plans I’m looking at are calling for similarly high mileage.
This week kicked my ass, but I’m still not injured. Average pace: 7:43. pic.twitter.com/ZSL7h3CLz4
— AmandaHi (@amandahi) July 6, 2014
With the hardest part of training behind me, I can start to focus on building more speed. I have three 5Ks on the calendar and one half marathon between now and my goal marathon. If I string together quality miles and can improve my times for shorter races, I think I have a strong chance to break 3:05 in Utah.
I do have some good health news to share. About five weeks after my post about my probable celiac disease diagnosis, my doctor sent my printed results. No mention of celiac. Getting him on the phone took about another week. When we finally talked, he said he wasn’t sure what it was, but the next time we meet he wants to put me on antibiotics. That’s what my primary care doctor did the first time, and I was violently sick for several days. My follow-up appointment is later this week, and this time before I go in, I feel I should volunteer to be on one of those TLC mystery diagnosis shows. The overwhelming sense that I’ve had as this ordeal wears on is frustration, mostly because I think I’m throwing thousands of dollars at the problem and I’ll never find the right answer.
So for a good six weeks I ate a gluten-free diet. My GI issues seemed to be letting up, my skin looked better, I was sleeping better, everything seemed great. But I gained about four pounds, which slowed down my running (just slightly, but still). I was replacing wheat products with fatty fillers. Now, I’m sure there are many great ways to adhere to a gluten-free diet that are low in fatty calories and high in taste. I just wasn’t good at replacing my favorite foods. Since my un-diagnosis, I have eaten far less gluten than before, and I’ve managed to lose those four pounds. I feel slightly better most mornings, but my stomach issues are still pretty noticeable at night.
I know there are people with real, life-shattering problems out there, and that a persistent stomach ache is small potatoes. Everybody has something, though. I guess this is my thing.