I planned to complete my first 10K in April. A couple of weeks before, things went haywire. I ended up being diagnosed with runner’s diarrhea. I have IBS, which really hadn’t been an issue for me. As I began to run longer distances by body started to betray me. My GI doctor advised me to take a meds an hour before each run. No luck.
I called back and his nurse suggested I take anti-diarrheal medication 30 minutes before a run. I asked if that was safe to do considering I run 4 to 5 times a week. She said yes. I figured she didn’t know what in the hell she was talking about. I felt resigned to shorter runs.
I learned that I can quiet the effects of my diagnosis if I run in the morning, or if I have an early lunch (11:30) and run at 6 p.m. I managed to eventually run longer distances. On the day I ran 6 miles, I signed up for the 10K.
The race was yesterday. I was a ball of nerves. After I arrived, I walked around and gave myself a pep talk. I had my GPS watch, so that helped me pace myself and know which mile I was on.
There were a couple of hills that wanted to take me out but I survived them. I wanted to finish under an hour. My time ended up being 1:00:46. I’m okay with that. Why ruin an accomplishment with beating yourself up? I loved that I was able to get this off my checklist.
Starting in December, I’ll begin training for my first half-marathon on April 1.