I had to switch things up a little bit the past couple of days for my triathlon training. Why? My area desperately needed blood donors and on August 4, I became eligible again. You see, I donate double red so I can only go every 16 weeks.
I never thought I’d donate blood. I get light-headed and queezy when I get needle pricks. But when I did NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, November 2010) where I wrote a 50,000 word novel in one month as a challenge, I met a woman whose granddaughter was born with a blood disorder. She was not even 8 years old and has had many blood transfusions. I saw a photograph of her once, just as she was admitted into the hospital for another.
She’s why I donate.
I looked at that photograph and cried.
“Dammit. If she can go through blood transfusions, I can sit for 30 minutes 4 times a year and donate blood that may save lives.” So, I hit my first gallon last year and will hit two gallons in November. My husband is at 11 gallons. Talk about an easy way to save lives and show love for others.
In the meantime, I didn’t get up early enough to go on my bike/run brick on Wednesday. I switched out the brick with my Thursday swim, which I altered (of course–adding yardage). 4x25WU, 600 straight, then 4x50CD. A few hours later, I donated blood.
I tried to hydrate as much as I could, to help the process, but apparently didn’t do a good enough job. With my iron just .1 over the low limit, I did the double reds. Brrrrr, the sensation I get when the return starts is unnerving. I just keep remembering Abigail. And my friend and former student Nick, for whom I did my first triathlon this year (April). Blood cancers such worse than being cold and having a bad taste in your mouth.
Double Red means you lay in a chair
they hook you up to this machine, then
you get cookies and juice afterwards!
By the time I left, I had a thudding headache. The rest of the day, I was wiped out. I tried to take a nap, but couldn’t. I tried to go to bed early, but kept getting awakened.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep much and woke up incredibly fatigued. I had a piece of toast and headed out for my brick anyway. I will lose 10 days of running/biking training soon. During my peek week, unfortunately. So I couldn’t skip my workout. Tomorrow is an off day, it’s all good!
The brick called for 8 miles biking and 1 mile running. I did the biking fine, although the first mile gave me fits in my legs. I overcame the pain and pushed on, and I found my groove. With a north wind at my back, I wondered how much slower my time would be heading back. Downhill, but into a 15 mph winds. I will never know. I accidentally hit my lap button on the GPS and it sent me into the “transition” mode, dammit. Oh well.
I Love My Garmin.
I got back to the parking lot, hopped off the bike and tried to trot to the car. Nah, I’d be walking. I had to lock up the bike, so my transition ended up quite slow. I threw on my running shoes and headed out. I started out with the wind, up the slight increase, enough extra stress to put me over my HR Zone (into 4). Oh well, it’s a brick, right?
Wow, I couldn’t keep running! I ended up doing 5 minutes running (faster pace, it turns out, than usual), 1 minute walk, then I could only do 3 minutes running, 1 minute walk. Then I got mad at myself and ran the rest of the way.
Yes, fast people out there, you’re thinking, “Hey, that’s slow! 10 minutes and she’s not done?!”
Well, I’m out there trying. That’s more important than speed. In the end, I did the mile. I stretched. I drank 2 bike bottles of water and a smaller one of Poweraide, then drank more water when I got home. I just did not feel good during my run at all. I felt fatigued during my bike. I could feel my heart pumping through it all.
Maybe next time I will donate blood I will plan a rest day the next day. Good plan?