A Little Something Extra
As the runs get longer, we're encouraged to pack supplements, salt packets and electrolytes to use during our run. I learned after three miles I'm going downhill without something.
Today's wellness fair at work gave me a chance to add to the list of supplements to try.
So, I tried one of the pre-workout drinks in today's run. And as I was preparing it, I noticed the warning label:
This product may contain legal dietary ingredients that are prohibited by Sports and/or cause a false positive for banned or prohibited substances.
Uh... I wanted to post that here in case I'm suddenly subject to a random drug test.
We're Not Done Yet
Thank you. Thank you so much.
I've been trying to figure out what to write. I had imagined that when I reached my goal of $1,500, I would do a dance or jump for joy.
But honestly, I've been so tired I haven't had a chance to even write.
If you check the comments below, note the "In lieu of a cease and desist letter, I'm making a donation..." With the few people I'm closer to, I can be that persistent. That kind of persistence takes energy.
I did get to stop by the San Juan basilica this weekend and light a candle. (It's rude not to thank everyone who's helping me do this.)
Here's the short version of what I want to say. We're not done. I picked the absolute lowest goal possible, because I was afraid I wouldn't make it. Thank you for proving me wrong.
But me reaching my initial goal doesn't mean blood cancer is cured. The next $5 could go toward a cancer patient's copay. It could help fund a research project.
So I raised my personal goal to another $100. And I reached that goal. And now I'm going to raise it another $150. So, for those of you who haven't donated, be warned. I'm resting up. You'll hear from me soon.
A Whiter Shade of Pale
I'm feeling a little weak. I'm in line to donate blood. I've never done this before. A woman here just passed out. I got woozy watching this. Honestly, it's a little hard to type. Mr. Mendez just turned and asked me if I was writing my Last Will and Testament. (And the nervous laughter begins.)
And that's all I could type while I was there. Here's what happened.
To every person there I had to talk to, I said, "I'm doing this for Team in Training. This is my first time donating blood. I'm squeamish. I once passed out during a blood test." I probably told more people than really needed to hear it.
As they were asking their routine questions about medications, someone passed in front of me carrying a bag of blood. Oh, geez. I started feeling a little light-headed.
Then the worker said, "Okay, let me just get your bags." THEY LABEL THE BAGS THAT'LL HOLD YOUR BLOOD IN FRONT OF YOU! What kind of sick joke is that? I had to look away.
I was trying to think positive. This is nothing but a blood donation. People go through a lot scarier things than this.
So I'm sitting down. The needle's in. The tech jokes he didn't feel a thing and reminds me to squeeze my fist every three seconds. Not all that reached me. I just kept squeezing my fist constantly and eventually I realized I wasn't waiting three seconds. A little while later, I was handed a stress ball.
I couldn't look at my right arm. I don't remember when, but at one point, they pointed a surprisingly powerful fan at my face.
Eventually, it was over. I was a little light-headed and my feet were falling asleep, but none worse for the wear. I got to choose the color of the bandage. I knew I wouldn't take that bandage off for a while. I just keep imagining blood gushing out if I remove it.
I got some water and a bag of chips and sat down. Someone suggested I drink some coke, since it was my first blood donation. I didn't have any change.
And that's it. A happily boring ending. Team in Training gives me $25 credit for donating blood. I was thinking I could avoid it, since I was so close to reaching my goal. But then I felt that was cheating. It's an easy way I can help and that's what I'm trying to do.
This is the part where I ask for your help. Please donate to LLS.
In Brightest Day, In Darkest Night
Former high school water girl (really) finally running.