No such luck.
This morning Michelle and I had 20 miles on the books. Yesterday I felt off, but I assumed that was from taking care of Jake all night. I try not to take medicine of any kind, but I actually took some Zofran (anti-nausea medication) to try to make it through the day. It shook away the quesiness although my tummy was very "rumbly" all day. I must be a bit of a die-hard because I refused to let any sort of quesy or rumbling stomach hold me back from running 20 miles.
I woke up at 5:30 feeling great so I quickly threw on my running clothes, had a date with my Medela pump, scarfed down some food, and drove to our meeting place. (I do not recommend scarfing down food 30 minutes before a 20 mile run! I am horrible about allowing myself extra time in the morning.) Our plan was a 10 mile loop back to our cars (for a water break), followed by 10 miles out and back. The first 7 miles felt great! Then, like a thief in the night... it hit. I somehow made it the 3 more miles to an outhouse (thank GOODNESS for outhouses near the trail!), which helped me feel better slightly. I was stubborn and still refused to miss out on my long run, so I continued with Michelle until we hit the 12 mile mark.
Despite feeling like poo (no pun intended), Michelle and I were very excited to see an Eagle on the trail! |
Bald Eagle hanging out on our run |
Am I proud? A little. Am I crazy? Yes. I do not encourage you to make the decisions I made today... it was not fun. But next week is a cut-back week so I am looking forward to decreased mileage next weekend!
My day involved some rest, chugging of Pedialite, bites of applesauce and a lot of entertainment from the cutest little singer and dancer I know.
To all the moms out there, exactly how does one truly recover with a one-year-old in the house? Chasing around Gavin is almost as much of a workout as a 20 mile run! When my stomach began to feel a bit less angry, we decided to venture into the sun and take Diego for a walk to Gavin's all time-favorite place... the park.
My day involved some rest, chugging of Pedialite, bites of applesauce and a lot of entertainment from the cutest little singer and dancer I know.
To all the moms out there, exactly how does one truly recover with a one-year-old in the house? Chasing around Gavin is almost as much of a workout as a 20 mile run! When my stomach began to feel a bit less angry, we decided to venture into the sun and take Diego for a walk to Gavin's all time-favorite place... the park.
Heyyyyyy, just dancing. NBD. (I promise to never use than acronym again). |
Old picture, but one of my favorites from the park! |
Have any of you ever had a horrible run involving outhouses? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?? :)
I still can't believe you finished all 20 miles! What we don't do for our crazy running hobby. (Often times more than a hobby!) I have yet to take Cullen to the park. I should do that!
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