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Each Friday, my plan is to write a post that covers five things about…things. It could be running related, mom related, or completely random – but I’ve been wanting to write these posts for a while. So, TGIF!
Today’s #FridayFive is about how my running journey has ebbed and flowed as someone who suffers from iron-deficiency anemia. Anemia is not uncommon in runners; believe it or not, we are slamming our feet into the ground enough to obstruct red blood cells. Who knew, right?
My battle with anemia began when I was pregnant with my daughter in 2014. I was able to get it under control and stop taking the dreaded ferrous sulfate (hello, wonderful GI issues…). I was not yet a runner at this point.
When I was pregnant with Michael, I was doing on during the pregnancy, but afterwards, I was a zombie. And if I neglect taking ferrous sulfate, I always turn back into a zombie.
So, what’s the deal? Keep reading to learn a little more about iron-deficiency anemia.