I preface this tale by saying that I am terrible at drinking/eating while running. In the course of a given race or training run, I’ll probably try to choke on some water or inhale a bit of a Honey Stinger once, but probably more like at least three times.
I was running on Saturday morning and during the last five minutes of my run, I got up to my old tricks and attempted to choke on the last of my water. Of course. In the split second where I was meant to decide whether I should spew water all over the basement or attempt to swallow it, I decided try and muscle it down. While probably ill-advised, it seemed like the lesser of two evils, you know?
I wrapped up my run and proceeded to cough up a lung and it wasn’t pretty but it was fine.
Of course once I was done with that portion of the show, since I love a good WebMD adventure as much as the next person, I researched Dry Drowning and OMG DO NOT DO THAT EVER BECAUSE IT IS THE SCARIEST THING.
When I woke up on Sunday morning I could breathe, but it was like…Not Great. As in, I didn’t feel like I could run, which is rare. I called Mom and she sagely said If you ever have to work to breathe, you should go to the doctor. This is what mothers are about, people. Very useful.
So I packed off to Urgent Care to turn myself in.
Which, in very short order, turned into a chest X Ray and a brief anatomy lesson on the fact that your right lung branches out from your trachea slightly sooner than your left one does. Science, kids. Talk about making your co-pay work for you.
After the nurse draped me with a second gown for fuller coverage prior to my 2014 X Ray debut, I couldn’t help but to snap a selfie because the whole situation was so ridiculous.
To summarize the end result of all of it, I am fine (albeit somewhat of an idiot) and the doctor strongly advised that I work on my concentration during fluid intake. Since he was wearing his IRONMAN lanyard, I will take him for his word on that one.