In June 2007 my Dad passed. He lived in pain and never did he give a piddy party while laying bed ridden. He was very strong, a joy to be around and he was my best friend, my hero. I decided to dedicate running with my Dad hand in hand by carrying his drumstick. 2010, my fourth marathon later with him, I have decided to stop ignoring the pain in my knees and focus on a new challenge.
My Dad lived with high blood pressure and the medications the majority of his life. He strongly advised me to never start taking the med's if I was ever diagnosed. Well, I was diagnosed early. I found that I had HBP through a change of events like passing out, the room fading to black, my equalibrium being off and my lims going numb.
Once, I passed out in the gym and when I awoke there were many unrecognized faces standing in a circle over me trying to bring me back. I went to doctor and my numbers were so high that she prescribed me a high numbers of different meds to begin right away. I refused the meds and ask for another options. She had me to said a waiver for refusing the meds and recommended exercise, meal change and breathing techniques. I have made a life style change. It wasnt easy, it was necessary.
I love you Daddy and we have a new challenge. "What is it Pamela Ann?" Body Sculpting, lets keep DRoPPING IT! I will still keep running, but our challenging distance will now be 13.1 miles, the half marathons! Im going to start skating again now too! Thanks Dad for being my hero and giving me the champion within to keep DRoPPING IT!