After my asthma attacks during weeks 3 and 4, I was forced into a full week of rest. Not ideal when marathon training and already have a hectic schedule due to wedding planning.
The good news is after going to the doctor, the urgent care and the emergency room I can breathe again.
But it took a while to get there and I’ve been given the green light to start running again but have to take it easy. I can’t just jump right back into my plan or go do speedwork yet. I also have to be super careful about the weather and running outside with the humidity. Probably taking a lot of runs to the treadmill instead.
So a week of no running, a week or more of taking it easy, leaves me wondering about if I’ll actually run this marathon….
and I’m ok with that.
This has thrown a kink in my plans but there is nothing else I can do about it. The good news is registration was fairly cheap compared to other marathons so if I have to skip this one that’s fine. I’ll be able to work on getting faster in the half marathon and other shorter distances instead. I signed up for this marathon specifically to re-qualify and run a good time. I know I can go out and easily run a sub 4 hour marathon, it’s the sub 3:35 that I’m worried about. The bad news is I was hoping to re-qualify for Boston on this course so that Ryan and I can run our second Boston as husband and wife 😦 The good news is I’m going to Boston no matter what to cheer on Ryan.
For now, the plan is to ease back into running and see what happens. Who knows maybe I’ll have some awesome training and will be able to run and maybe I won’t and I’ll have to scrap this one. Either way I’m just happy I can breathe better again and that I’m allowed to run again.
Disclosure: It’s a holiday week and 25 days before my wedding so I did not proofread this. I did keep misspelling “breathe” as “breath” though and I fixed those. While typing this disclosure I made a typo trying to spell “misspell” I spelled it as “mispell” and now they both look wrong.
Seriously, I am not sure how I remained so calm with everything going on. I decided that since I wasn’t hyperventilating or dizzy that I would go to the shower but would leave immediately if I had to. I called Ryan to give him the good news that I was on my way!
I knew I was late to my own shower but I thought to myself, “Who really comes right at 2pm anyways?” I figured by the time I got there only a few guests would be there. Ryan met me in the driveway and I asked “Are there a lot of people here?” I expected him to say “No” or “Just a few”. Instead he told me “Everyone is here.”
So my plan to get to my shower early, take pictures of how nicely everything was set up, help with any finishing touches, take pictures with my family, bridesmaids and guests and to greet my guests went out the window. How do you personally greet all your guests when they are already seated and waiting on you to show up? Very awkward.
I did try to snap a couple pictures real quick. The rest I stole from my bridesmaids and mom.
Beautiful centerpieces that my cousin/MOH/Ashley made. (She even let me take them home to use for the rehearsal dinner).
And here are adorable favors that were marshmallows (one of my favorite snacks) on a stick to use to make s’mores that were set up in the garage/food area. Besides one of our favorite pictures on it, the words underneath said
“Much like chocolate and marshmallows, when they are separate, Jess and Ryan are great…But when you put them together, they are perfect!”
Since we were late, I went and said hi to my bridesmaids, moms, grandmas and anyone else I could real quick. And I mean, like real quick! We were on a schedule and I was late (and starving) so Ashley made sure we were the first to eat. Plus she needed to steal Ryan away to work on some games that were coming up. Ashley and I never discussed games but she knows me well and follows all my Pinterest stuff to know exactly what I would want. I’ll share the games in a short part 3 post.
I didn’t get to snap a picture of all the food and desserts we had but my Mom did snap a picture of the chickens my step-dad cooked for the party. They were delish!
This is where things start to get blurry. Nerves, plus asthma attack, plus super shaky from asthma meds, plus I don’t even know! I think we played 2 games real quick and then started opening our gifts.
While I would love to share all the gifts our family and friends gave us, it would make one really long blog post so I am sharing just this one. It was a gift that my Mom said was for Ryan to open. He reached in the gift bag and pulled out a chef’s hat and apron. There is a special joke about the apron, that I won’t mention to keep the blog PG. Ryan showed the crowd and was a trooper and put on the chef’s hat for everyone.
I must have misunderstood my Mom when she said the gift was for Ryan. I sat back and was enjoying watching him open up the gift…until he started to open something that I thought was maybe silk boxers.
Kinda weird but I thought maybe it was a joke until I realized it was a little girly for boxers and realized IT WAS LINGERIE!!!! By lingerie, I mean sexy nightgown. A little different from my soccer shorts and old race shirts. The best part is, my little sister picked it out!
We are beyond blessed with awesome friends and family who spoiled us for our wedding shower. We loved all of our gifts! But really, we loved just being able to have all of our friends and family together before the big day. I loved being able to look out and see all the people who love us so much.
The good news is Ryan was absolutely amazing and stole all the ladies hearts, like usual. And my cousin/MOH/Ashley threw me the most perfect and beautiful shower. It was 100% the shower that I wanted…minus that whole asthma attack part. I couldn’t have put on a better shower myself. Ashley really outdid herself and did it with a 2.5 year old and a 2 month old.
Her 2.5 year old is my ring bearer! From the day he was born I wanted him in my wedding.
Her 2 month old is very close to getting stolen by me…
Ashley-Thank you so much for throwing us such an awesome bridal shower. I know it was a crazy day, but you were so awesome. I am very lucky to have you as my leading lady for my wedding.
Sunday morning, I woke up easily at 6am and put on my running clothes to head out for nice easy run. I ran 16 miles the day before so I was just looking to keep the legs fresh. So, I went out for an easy 4 miles. I would have gladly done 6-8, but it was hot and I didn’t want to overdo it. When I got home, I showered, worked on some wedding stuff, and did a couple things around the house. It was barely 8am! I love waking up early and getting things done so early.
I was a little tired, though, so I ran down to Dunkin’ Donuts for my usual: Iced hazelnut coffee with cream and sugar. I went home and debated going to church, but decided that with such a long day ahead of me that I would relax at home, drink my coffee and paint my nails. I even texted my cousin/MOH to tell her “I feel like I just did a dry run of my wedding morning. Up early, run, shower, coffee and then head to the salon to get ready. hahaha lol I’m a crazy person.” Thank God she loves me and deals with my crazy texts.
Not long after I got home from Dunkin’ Donuts, I realized my breathing was getting bad. I had a mini asthma attack last weekend and was having trouble breathing Saturday night, so I was kind of used to it. I remained calm, continued to drink my coffee, took my inhaler and some allergy meds, and waited for something to kick in.
2 hours later, my breathing started to get really bad. So, I headed to the Urgent Care Center hoping to get a breathing treatment and head to my bridal shower. Luckily, on a Sunday afternoon the place was dead. Of course I was all dressed up for my shower and I told them I was supposed to be there soon. They immediately got my paperwork and got me into a room so the doctor could see me. I was still pretty calm and just concentrating on breathing. I sent out a few texts to let some people know my status and was pretty confident I would be in and out in no time.
The doctor came in and almost immediately got me going on a breathing treatment machine.
I made a joke when I posted this picture on Instagram asking if my hair was ok. I finished the breathing treatment and still was not breathing any better. This is when the doctor started talking about my options and about going to the E.R. So, I started crying. I don’t even know why I was crying. At this point I couldn’t breathe and wasn’t even concerned about missing the shower. I think I was more concerned in trying to decide if I should go to the E.R. or not. I wasn’t hyperventilating or wheezing but I definitely was not breathing normally and was afraid at any moment it was going to be a full on attack.
Eventually, the doctor decided to give me a steroid shot (in my butt!!! holy ouch!!!) and called in a new inhaler to see if that would work. If it didn’t, I had to go to the E.R. immediately. He even looked up the closest E.R.’s that were close to my shower location so that if I needed to go, I knew where the closest one was. Before I left, I was a mess, and was starting to hyperventilate from crying and breathing. I was told to limit my talking for the day. Ummm yeah, that’s kind of hard when you are the center of attention at a shower. Once they calmed me down, they let me leave, but said they were calling to check on me in a few hours and needed me to answer to give them an update. If I went to the E.R. I needed to call and let them know as well. I think I gave them a pretty good scare.
Immediately when I left the Urgent Care I called Ryan to give him an update. I could already tell by his voice that he was worried. The update wasn’t the greatest but the plan was to remain calm, pick up my inhaler, go home, and wait 20 minutes to see if I calmed down and if I could breathe. I told Ryan to call my Mom to fill her in and fill in my cousin/MOH who was having quite the stressful day. I also was in serious need of fixing my makeup.
The time was now 1:45pm and my lovely shower was slated to start at 2pm…on the other side of town. What had started out as such a nice, normal, relaxing morning had spiraled into complete craziness and a chance that I wouldn’t make my own bridal shower. Going through my mind was: “What happens if I can’t make my own shower?” “Will Ryan take over for me?” “Will Ryan have to meet me at the E.R.?” “Will the guests have lunch, mingle and call it a day?” “Am I the worst bride ever?” “AM I REALLY GOING TO MISS THIS PERFECT BRIDAL SHOWER THAT MY COUSIN/MOH IS THROWING US?”
In the meantime, Ryan was at the shower, greeting guests, attempting to remain calm and told my mother and close friends “My worst nightmare is that she won’t make it and I’ll have to open presents by myself up there.”
To think that days before my only concern was a chance of rain or a thunderstorm that was predicted.