I’m only about 2 weeks late on this Wasatch Back re-cap. To be honest, I’ve just lost about all my motivation to do anything these past few weeks. Don’t feel bad. The blog wasn’t the only thing that has been neglected. Lets just say the weeks since Ragnar have been filled with endless episodes of Numbers and Say Yes to the Dress. Side note: Can you believe how much people spend on a wedding dress? It’s crazy!
So, here comes the recap:
{Because this is so long, I’ve divided into parts"}
Lets start with Thursday. I spent all day running around, packing and getting things ready for the race.
{This is the best way I’ve found to pack for a relay. I put individual outfits in ziplocks. This way I’m not searching for things in my bag and I can put the dirty clothes back in the bags after I’ve run.}
My mom and I put the vinyl on the van.
{Isn’t it awesome? Geoff’s brother-in-law had it done. I think it turned out great!}
Thursday night was a bit of a disaster. A few weeks ago I went to the doctor because I’ve had no energy and trouble losing weight. {That’s a whole other post} I had blood tests done and was borderline hypothyroid. I was hesitant to start medication for it because there can be some harmful side effects if you take thyroid medication and don’t really need it. So, my doctor gave me a medication that has results like the thyroid medication, without raising the thyroid hormone levels.
Anyway, the medication helped for the first few days. It did make me a little nauseous and made me lose my appetite, but I felt a lot better over all, so I kept at it.
The week of Ragnar the side effects started to get worse. I started to get really anxious. I do stress about things anyway, but I’ve learned how to deal with it and it’s normally not a big deal. The medication seemed to make it 10 times worse. Even with the anxiety, I kept taking the medication. I was hoping it would go away after my body got used to taking it.
Well, we got to the hotel and things went down hill – and fast. I do get nervous before races. Nothing too serious though, just the usual pre race jitters. This time it was horrible. It seemed like the medication had multiplied it 1000x.
I got really nauseous, shaky, and couldn’t sleep. At times I felt like I was having a panic attack. I kept trying to relax, breath and calm myself down. Nothing seemed to help. At one point the shaking got so bad I thought for sure Geoff would wake up and think I was having a seizure. I didn’t want to wake Geoff up since he hadn’t slept well all week and was going to be running 20+ miles in the next 35 hours.
After a long 6 hours, it was time to get up and get to the start so we could check in. My van was a little different then years past. We had 6 people, but my brother was going to have to leave after his first leg, so Geoff and I were going to run 4 legs – instead of the usual 3.
I was supposed to be runner 1. After not sleeping and feeling like my legs might give out if I even attempted to run, I got my brother and Geoff and switch around their legs so I could be a later runner which would give me more time to hopefully feel better.
That’s all you get for now. Hopefully the suspense of whether or not I was able to run doesn’t ruin your weekend. ![]()





























