My last post was partly prompted by a nickname I received from another running/blogger, Tall Mom on the Run. Mel started calling me Runner Barbie sometime last fall; I thought it was hilarious the first time I saw it. Other than my blonde hair, I am about the farthest thing from a Barbie. Yet I take the nickname as a compliment.
I don't come from a long line of active and physically fit or genetically trim and slim people. I work hard to stay in shape and be healthy. It doesn't come naturally and it doesn't come easy. I also take time each day to do something with my hair, put on clean clothes, and do what I can with a little makeup. If that's all it takes to be a Barbie, I'm going to take my Runner Barbie nickname and run with it.
As for the runner part of my nickname, I took an unplanned break from running over the weekend. On Thursday, I started feeling dizzy and short of breath off and on. I decided running might not be the best idea and took it easy instead. When the symptoms didn't subside by the next morning, the hubby insisted I call my doctor. The doc didn't really have any guesses at what was causing my symptoms but ordered bloodwork and an EKG. I continued to feel a little off on Saturday but was almost back to normal yesterday. I haven't received the EKG and bloodwork results, but I figure it can't be bad news if I feel fine now so running is back on the schedule for tonight. Since I missed my long run on Saturday, I am doing 10 miles on the treadmill as soon as the girls are asleep.