No log this week- mostly because I'm upset and confused and angry and. . .well, boy I could go all night.
I didn't finish the New England Championship race today. I knew something was off when I woke up today- I've been a little sick (just sniffles, I thought- nothing to sweat). I ate a normal breakfast, drank a lot of pre-meet water, took a day off on Tuesday to ensure that I'd be fresh for the weekend. By 800 in I felt dead and by a mile and a half I grimly decided that I would FINISH no matter what. By 5k my vision was started to tunnel on me and I apparently told a teammate "I think I'm about to pass out." Things get fuzzy from there. Well, I woke up being slapped in the face by a SNHU runner (thank you, by the way- I don't remember your name). He and a teammate basically carried me out of the wilderness loop to a waiting ambulance. I'm fuzzy on what happened next but I woke up again in the ambulance with an oxygen mask and two EMTs asking me all sorts of questions.
Obviously, this is disconcerting. I'm going to see the BU doc on Wednesday. I don't really know why this happened or what's going on. I'm having memories of senior year when I passed out during a race because of a bout with pneumonia and had to go undergo this whole barrage of cardiac stress tests on a treadmill at this cardiology center. I got to sit there and listen to a bunch of doctors in lab coats discuss whether or not I should quit running altogether. I would really really prefer to not go through anything resembling that again.
Anyway, hope everyone reading this had a better weekend than I'm having. I'm going to bed.