Except for the length of time I spent at the doctor's office and hospital yesterday, all went well. Dr. C totally got it that my frustration level was at the bursting point. He didn't doubt for a minute that I was eating reasonable amounts of healthy food or that I was running and working out like a crazy person.
I was most proud of my resting pulse rate – just 62 – and believe me it was resting. I sat in the waiting room for more than an hour and spent another 40 minutes in the examination room before I spoke with Dr. C himself.
We discussed symptoms, feelings, diet, exercise – the only topics we missed were religion or politics – and he ordered lots of blood tests to rule out/confirm anemia and hypothyroidism. He also started me on an antidepressant.
I feel better just by being proactive about the whole thing. I'll be one of those people wailing about wasting all that time trying to snap out of it on my own, when the answer was to simply admit I had a problem I couldn't solve, and ask for help from someone who could.
Thanks again for all your comments. I appreciate all of you so much.
I didn't have much time to run outside yesterday so I hopped on the treadmill for the two-mile easy run I was supposed to have done Tuesday. Today is seven miles of speedwork, but I'm not going to worry my pretty little head about hitting a 10:59 pace for three of those miles. I'm going to do seven miles on my hilly road and call it done, and I'll be sure to fly down the hills and on the flats.
I'll be away from the computer until Monday ... I hope everyone has a great weekend. If you're racing, may you post a new personal best and if you're training may the temperatures be moderate and the humidity low.