I was excited about Squamish 50 weekend, I had something to prove
to myself and deep down I knew it was going to be hard but doable weekend. I
felt my little issues with muscle soreness and tight tendons was all
resolved. I had mostly everything packed up and Friday morning I
spent at the parental units place using their printer. That's when
things fell apart for me.
It started at around 7:30AM, I had a very familiar pain on my left
side, dull at the beginning but within 30 minutes it was getting more
intense. I looked at my mom and said, "We've got to go."
We rushed out of the house and headed straight for the hospital. I
got into emergency and the pain was getting excruciating. Lucky there
wasn't a lot of people there and the staff got me into a room
and started pumping some good drugs into me very shortly. My worst
fear for the weekend was answered, kidney stones. I've had them
before a little over 4 years ago and I remembered the pain.
After spending most of the day in the emergency room, I was still
thinking how I will start in the morning. I decided I will to go full
steam ahead with plans and see how I feel in the morning. The doctor
did hook me up with some really good painkillers.
The pain did die down and I wasn't taking the full strength of the
medication I was allowed to so I thought I might have a chance to
start. But at 2AM, 3.5hours before the start of the 50miler, I woke
up with mild pain increasing. I took some more meds and made the sad
realization that Squamish 50/50 this year will not happen and this
will be my first DNS. It was a tough pill to swallow and I went back
to bed to have myself a little pity party.
It was a bitter sweet ending to my weekend plans, sad that I
wasn't able to at least start but happy that I wouldn't be out there
in the killer heat. On the bright side I was able to spend more time
with the parental units. I even helped out crewing for Nancy with
friends, when I say crewing I was mostly playing with Pheadra. Plus I
got the best story to embarrass Pheadea with, while at chilling at
Furtherside aid station, I was holding her up and all of a sudden I felt
something wet dripping on my foot. It turned out that Pheadra was
leaking out of her diaper and basically peeing on my foot. I yelled
over to Sean and let him know what happen. I think everyone there had
a good laugh.
So my weekend didn't turn out as planned but I still got to spend
it with family and friends. Sorry Gary I wasn't able to start but I did gain a new fan.
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