But no. I shall blog about the miserable run I had today. It was supposed to be GREAT! And I had been looking forward to it all week: Tyler's Run. A 17 mile out-and-back in a pretty scenic part of town with a little brunch action afterwards. Now, I should have listened to my body yesterday. When my tummy started to do flips and turns and backward somersaults, I should have listened. And last night, when I couldn't sleep because the tummy wouldn't settle I knew that this could be bad for the run. And when I got up this morning and had diahrea (tough, it's my blog I'll write about poop if I want), I should have just gone back to bed. But that is just not what I do.
So I braved the 6 degree weather (don't get me started on wind chill!), and met up with Tyler, Steve, Andrea, Barry and Laura. The run actually started out pretty well - a nice easy pace, frozen eyelashes, and relative warmth. This out-and-back essentially was uphill for 4 miles, and then downhill for 4 miles. Turnaround and do it again. And these were tough hills. As we approached the BIG hill at 3.5 miles, for some reason I was with Steve. And he gave me the signal to stay with him. That was probably mistake #182 for me. I kept with him though and felt OK. It was only near the top and as we crested that I had the first indication that vomiting could be in my near future. But we continued on and the nausea faded. I actually felt great to the turnaround. Now, I wasn't eating much because my body just thought that was silly but I was drinking a slushee from my water bottle so I thought I was OK.
At the turnaround we picked up Christy, Rob and Keino and headed up the hill again. I pushed this hill like I did the last big hill and it was OK, I hurt at the top, but recovered decently. At mile 10.5 though it all went bad for me. I was dizzy and really thought I was going to puke. It passed. I tried to take in a gel. Another wave, then another, and then another after that. I was reduced to walking a couple of minutes and trying to jog a couple of minutes. My biggest worry now was staying warm: it was probably only 20 degrees and a bit breezy, and my clothes were wet. The group had dropped me by then and it was just a matter of getting back. There were even a couple of times where I thought about taking a nap in the sun???!!! I had my wits still with me though and knew that was probably a BAD idea. Finally, finally I could see my finish point and got some words of encouragement from Andrea. I had just walked/jogged 6 miles to the finish. YIKES!
I managed to put down a bit of chicken noodle soup at brunch and got warm. But I just needed to get home to the couch. I took a nap, watched a movie with the girls, thought about eating, and then just took a shower instead. I figure the appetite will come back at some point right? And I know that I consumed enough calories over Christmas in the form of (in no particular order) cinnamon rolls (best ever thanks PIC), ham, potatoes, cookies and chocolate that I will not waste away anytime soon. HA!
It is not always butterflies and roses for my workouts and I can't wait for my next one. More fun posts to come:)