Team Z Member Kate Morse, I Tri to Beat MS

From the day I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS), I focused my 
competitive nature on three goals: staying as active as possible; beating MS; 
and finding a cure. More importantly, I want to encourage others living with MS 
to stay active too. Not everyone with MS will complete a triathlon but, if I 
have my way, they’ll be more active.
 
 Each triathlete has his or her own reasons to compete in triathlons. My 
competitive nature is what led me to multisport; I came to the sport after years 
of competitive running in high school and the U.S. Coast Guard Academy. My 
then boyfriend-now-husband had raced bicycles in high school and college and put 
me on my first road bike. Soon swimming followed. I was hooked on multisport. 
Little did I know what my “racecourse” would look like.

 

The Diagnosis

Even while I was enjoying competing in tris, I knew 
something was wrong with me physically. In September 2001, my speech was slurred 
and I sounded intoxicated; within days, my speech was unintelligible, to the 
point that a co-worker had to call my doctor to explain who I was and why I was 
calling. After a CT Scan, a MRI, several blood tests, and one very painful 
spinal tap, MS was “ruled out.” A doctor prescribed antibiotics for Lyme disease 
and told me to follow up with another MRI in six months. After a few days, my 
speech improved. I was content to ignore other minor symptoms.
 
 A few months later, I moved to Washington, D.C., and had to convince my 
new doctor to send me for the recommended follow-up MRI. She was not concerned 
about my slurred speech and never called to discuss my MRI results. Once again, 
I chose to ignore my concerns.
 
 To my surprise, in February 2004, I was diagnosed with MS, a month before 
I was planning to run my first marathon. I hadn’t trained well in weeks: my 
balance was off, I kept tripping during runs, and I was losing vision in one 
eye. While it occurred to me that this episode could be linked to the one in 
2001, I tried to ignore it. When my training stalled, I accepted that I had to 
find a new doctor. Prior to my first meeting with the new doctor, I retrieved 
the MRI report that compared the old MRI films with the more recent one. The 
report read, “Consistent with the progress of the disease.” But there was no 
explanation – what disease? What did this statement mean? My new doctor referred 
me to a neurologist. As I described my symptoms and experiences to the 
neurologist, she stopped me when I said MS had been “ruled out.” She explained 
with no test for MS, a person is diagnosed through the elimination of other 
diseases. After reviewing my file, she calmly stated, “You have MS.” [I was 
absolutely dumbfounded. I was a healthy woman who was just having a little 
training trouble. How did I end up diagnosed with MS?

 

Learning to Race With MS

I started researching MS online and became frustrated when 
the advice to be active was followed with, “Walk to the mailbox each day.” Walk 
to the mailbox? I am a runner! I am training for a marathon! I am a triathlete! 
I postponed my first marathon, but ran the Marine Corps Marathon later that year 
with MS Society’s National Capitol Chapter the Marathon Strides Against MS team. 
It was miserable: the weather was hot and I walked most of the second half, but 
I finished, swearing it would be my last. But then, I had a unique opportunity 
to run the Boston Marathon and be coached by Karen Smyers, seven-time U.S.A. 
Triathlon Elite National Champion and winner of the Hawaiian Ironman World 
Championship. With her guidance, I trained and ran the 2007 and 2008 Boston 
Marathons with the Central New England Chapter of the MS Society. I felt good 
enough to squeeze in the 2007 Marine Corps marathon too.

 

Racing With Gratitude

I am thankful for every race in which I am able to compete. 
Mark Allen said it best: Race with gratitude. “In the heat of competition it’s 
easy to get stuck on what is not going well, which causes you to lose sight of 
how lucky you are to be able to race… Find that place within yourself that is 
grateful to be alive and fit enough to even consider undertaking a triathlon.” 
With MS, my understanding of how lucky I am to be able to race is immeasurable. 
I am just as grateful for great training days as I am for difficult trainingdays 
and races, when everything is a struggle. Recovering from training or a race 
reminds me that I can compete when others living with MS may not be able to.
 
 I am lucky to have crossed the finish line of multiple marathons, road 
races, Bike MS events, and triathlons. I signed up for my first Ironman 70.3 
while watching Ironman Kona. Watching John Blaze, [a triathlete who suffered 
from and rose awareness for ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease),] and the athletes he has 
motivated to barrel roll across countless finish lines inspired my husband and 
me to race while raising awareness about MS. I completed Ironman 70.3 Providence 
with the Strike Out MS logo emblazoned across my chest.
 
 In my effort to raise awareness about MS, this will be my second year 
racing in Strike Out MS gear. Last season, others joined our cause and now also 
compete in Strike Out MS tri gear. Fellow racers offer words of encouragement 
when they learn I am racing for myself and for others living with MS. If you 
have raced, you know how a stranger’s uplifting words keep you moving.
 
 Most days, no one can tell that I live with MS; I can almost ignore it 
myself. While I have not had many new exacerbations since my diagnosis, I 
experience temporary relapses when severely stressed, overheated, or hungry. 
Numb hands and feet serve as a quick reminder to slow down, drink fluids, or 
eat. Proper training, rest, and nutrition are essential for every athlete, but 
the margin for error is smaller with MS.
 
 Everyone who stands at the start line has overcome adversity or fear. I 
stand at the start line with a deeply personal understanding that our time being 
able-bodied is a fleeting gift. When the day comes that I can no longer step to 
the start, I will know that I have eked every step and pedal stroke out of life.