Ramblings and Looking Forward To 2015

I have to be honest, I have neglected writing for quite sometime.  I’ve been caught up watching post season baseball since the end of September. Tonight was game seven and proud of the outcome! Special shouts out to the SF Giants!

On to other stuff. My winter race got cancelled last month.  I didn’t think I was ready to race again, so maybe the universe was telling me something.  I have been running but not serious training like I have prior to heart incident last June. The longest I have ran in the past two months was five miles.  I keep on trying and take it as it comes.  If there is anything I have learned about running, is patience. It’s a difficult lesson to learn for someone like me who is used to getting things done at the drop of a hat and seeing results. It takes practice to be patience if that makes any sense.

As we approach the end of the year, I have been thinking of my goals for 2015.  A couple of weeks ago, I was selected to be part of the 2015 Zooma Napa Valley ambassador team. I didn’t think I would get selected. I am excited and honored to be a part of it. I look forward to getting to know everyone. I ran the Zooma Half last June. Although, it was a hard race for me, I was in awe of the supportive community on and off the course.  I knew that I wanted to be part of it again in 2015. If you are interested in joining me on June 20, 2015, you can save 10% off the registration of the 10K or half marathon by using TRICIA15.  I will be running the 10k.. Will I see you there?
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Zooma, Why I Heart the Running Community and My Health

Zooma was a great race. I was doing good and feeling the course until mile 10 when I experienced leg cramps. Knowing myself, I should have worn the compression socks on the longest run of training but I forgot to pack them. Alas, I wore the socks that Zooma gave away to all the participants. The course was beautiful. Sun and lots of wonderful views of the Napa Valley. This race took me three hours to finish.  It wasn’t my best time and I didn’t care.  It was a training race before the real race. I’ll have a full recap soon.

The real story of Zooma was I landed in the hospital on Saturday night.  I was feeling chest pain like I never felt before. Like one of my nephews was sitting on my chest and wouldn’t get up kind of pressure. It would come and go in the afternoon after the race when we were touring Napa. Though after dinner but when I was lying down, it wouldn’t go away. So my friends who are saints and my guardian angels, drove me to Queen of The Valley Hospital.  Within five minutes of checking into the ER, I was called in by the nurse and hooked up to an EKG machine and blood pressure cuff.  My blood pressure was extremely high and the EKG had a little abnormal reading.  The nurse took my blood and administered blood pressure medication. For the life of me i couldn’t remember the meds I took.  Results of blood test showed I had an elevated level of troponin. This caused concern along w my high blood pressure to the doctor and I was admitted to the hospital.  I stayed in the ER for about five hours monitoring my BP, heart rate and testing my blood. My blood pressure wouldn’t go down after a couple of doses of IV meds.

I was taken up to a room around 4 am.  I have never been hospitalized.  The nurse I had was gruff and didn’t really listen to me. She kept on asking what meds I took for my asthma and i kept telling her, I do not have asthma. She didn’t explain what the meds she was administering in my IV, even though I asked.    I knew I was in for the long haul.  Nurse kept asking me why would I run a race and how come my blood pressure was too high.. The bed side manner wasn’t really there.  No offense to the nurses I know, but this lady was rough.  Around five thirty, I was moved to another room to be on a constant drip of high blood medication and BP / heart monitor checks every 15-30 minutes.  My BP was slowly going down . The attending physician made his rounds around 9:30 am and explained my situation.  I needed my BP to go down and see the cardiologist.  The cardiologist was very kind . He took time to get my health history and facts. He told me that it was good that I was in the hospital and told