- I decided to donate blood at work on Wednesday. Seemed like the cool thing to do and all.
- I have really small veins so I am always weary of people yielding needles (thankfully I am not afraid of the actual needle).
- What I am afraid of is a phlebotomist who stares at my arms perplexed...as this woman did.
- No worries, she said, I'll go right. Right! No one ever goes right. The good vein is left. Left I say LEFT!
- Nope. She went right. She stuck the needle in as I watched and nothing happened. And in slow motion I moved my gaze from my arm until I was staring her dead in the eyes. She looked at me, wiggled the needle and finally blood came out. She knew I was on the verge of leaving her chair (she knew because I told her).
- So other donors came and went and my little veins were working overtime to fill the contents of the bag.
- There is a point to this.
- I decided to run to work the next morning. I figured my body would have regenerated enough blood overnight.
- I felt fine when I woke up except for a slightly sore arm with a bruise (if I ever see that phelegmotomist again) :)
- So I did my usual bus across town, down the stairs to Riverside Park.
- I started to run and right away I knew I didn't have it in me...but as always, I was determined to keep trying.
- Run Jen, Run. Don't stop. You can do it. Blah blah blah.
- Next thing I knew, my mind was still running but my legs had stopped. Eff. I had only gone a mile and there was nothing I could do to get myself going again. So annoying.
- I walked the rest of the way to work and felt really lame about it.
- I totally blame it on the blood. Now I know not to donate before my big race :)
I just got my April schedule and everything is kicked up a notch. Easy runs are now 4 mile runs (Luckily for D and Mark my apt to their apt is just over 4 miles)...Saturday runs are going 8, 9 and 10 miles...with strength training on my off running days...6 days a week from this point on. Run like the wind little one.
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