By now you probably know that NBCA has been named an Official Charity Partner with the CAP CITY HALF-MARATHON (www.CAPITALCITYHALFMARATHON.com) that will be held on May 2nd.
So, we are putting together a "TEAM STOPTHECLOT" so that polka-dots will be all around this event not only during the race but also with a booth during the expo session prior to the race. Can't express my gratitude and excitement about this opportunity to RAISE AWARENESS AND SPREAD THE WORK TO STOP THE CLOT! For sure the better part of 15,000 participants will walk by the booth and least will get a glimpse of the polka-dots and what we are all about!
So, while making the initial announcement of our involvement with this race through social - media (shameless plug here for my Twitter account @CLOTBUSTER) including some groups in Facebook the Athlete I am featuring on this month's edition of Athlete of the Month contacted me about her interest in participating...
... and since she is a survivor JENNIE LOUCKS had a story and an experience that was a "Must Share" and I could not pass it up.
VERY THANKFUL for Jeannie's willingness to share here story with us so that we can all be inspired to keep going and never ever give up!
Please read on and enjoy...!
I am an avid runner and cyclist. I enjoy these activities on some many different levels. I love the accomplished feeling a workout, race or PR give you. I love the therapy they provide. I love the ability to continually set goals and reach them, and most of all I love the friendships that have blossomed because of the sports.
At first, every little ache and pain terrified me. I felt like I lived in a continual state of fear, waiting for the terrible pain I had before to return. I slowly began to figure out how to distinguish between the residual pain that would always be there from the scar tissue in my lungs and the pains that warranted a call to the doctor.
Here is my story:
In 2013 I made the decision that I was ready to take on the world. I was ready to move somewhere new and to start my life the way I wanted it. I ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I was blessed to find FleetFeet and their marathon training program. I admit I joined it more to meet people and make friends rather than to train, but I ended up getting both, and when November of 2014 rolled around I was ready and raring to go to DOMINATE the Route 66 Marathon on November 23rd...or so I thought.
Every night I fall asleep knowing that the crushing pain will come for me sometime before the morning light. Some nights I'm lucky, most nights, Colt and I spend the wee hours breathing slowly together, waiting for the pain to subside. It always does, and then it's back to the day as usual, work, long Saturday runs, Tuesday track nights... I'm fine, until the night. October 23, 2014
The nightly attacks are really taking a toll on me, and I need relief. I arrive at Urgent Care, where after a second chest x-ray, I'm giving a higher prescription. The pesky pleurisy just doesn't want to give up. I wonder, will the nightly pain become a part of my life that I must adjust to. The notion is terrifying.
November 11, 2014
Today is different. I've awoken and the pain is still there, nagging, pulling, blocking the deep breaths I need so desperately. I return to Urgent Care, where I'm advised to head back to the ER. I suffer through the most excruciating pain of my life, lying on my back for the CT scan, and then, we wait.
The doctor slowing opens the door, and the words leave her mouth, "You should be dead". Diagnosis: 30 blood clots between my two lungs. I'm admitted immediately to the ICU, and from there, the next 5 days are a blur.
November 23, 2014
This was one of the hardest days of my life, standing at the marathon finish line, watching all my teammates cross the finish line, one after the next. I laughed, I cried at least 10 times, and wished with every bone in my body that I was out there with them.
November 28, 2014
Today's the day. The doctor says I can begin running again. My first run was to be a short, slow three miles, and the thought of it terrified me. Would I ever be able to run again? Guess what, I did. I pushed away all the fears I'd felt. I told myself that this would not be the end of running. It started out at a snail's pace, but then I sped up, faster, then faster, then I was flying. I decided then and there that it'd be a new beginning for running and I.
Today was my comeback. I felt great, stronger than ever really, and I had all the support in the world from my running family. As I got dressed the reality of the day started to set in. In less than two hours I'd be at the start line for the longest race of my life. The Go Short Go Long Go Very Long 50K was about the happen, and I was going to crush it. Guess what, I did. Crossing that finish line was literally the best moment of my life. My teammates were there to cheer me on, and as I crossed the mat, I thought to myself, "Take that clots! You'll never be able to keep me from my dreams!"
TAKE THAT CLOTS!
STOP THE CLOT! So glad that you are back! Looking forward to hear how far and fast you can go!
Thanks for reading,
The Clot Buster