“Fast forward to 1pm today.”
“I can’t think that far ahead,” I half whined half stuttered. Most of the time when I run I feel amazing. Maybe not for the entire run, but at least for some of it. Today, I struggled to find that amazing feeling.
The stage was set for a great race: wonderful weather, nice course, running buddy and a kickass greeting of “Eye of the Tiger.”
***SPOILER*** I finished.
72 Hour Run Down
(hehe, “run” down)
Friday Morning: I feel great and I’m excited. Partly because I know I don’t have to restrict my calories as much (don’t want to eat at too much of a deficit prior to race) and partly because I’m getting excited to see what I’ve got. Food, food, glorious food! I sing to theeeeeee!
Friday After Lunch: Man, what did I eat?! Ouch. Bloat.
Friday Night: YOGA for Tara’s birthday. I feel so much better! (6/10ths of this feeling better was purely based on changing out of my jeans and into my yoga pants.)
Saturday Morning: I feel kind of hungover. I didn’t drink any boozes. UNFAIR. Time for coffee with Tams.
Saturday Afternoon: (after nap) Ugh, what ran me over? Geez #StomachOfDoom, WTF? Hey, you! Head! Yes, you! What gives?
Saturday Night: Shit. Time to take ALL TEH MEDICINES and drink more water. And pray that I feel better in the morning.
Sunday Morning (RACE DAY!): Ugh. Maybe this can be fixed by consumption of good breakfast and water. And drugs. Taking ALL TEH MEDICINES again.
RACE TIME: I don’t feel too bad. Let’s do this!
During the Race: Okay, okay, I’m doing this. It’s fun to have someone to talk to.
Mile 5: I thought I was further than this. Lame.
Miles 6 & 7: Share opinion about current distance.
Mile 8: I want to walk, but I’m going to keep going because Cheryl said keep going. Wal–going.
Mile 9: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Just 5k left. Wait, no, that’s wrong. Waaaaaaaaahhh!
Mile 10: And we’re walking. Even if it’s only for a minute. Or 3. Maybe I should stick to 10ks.
Mile 11: Are we there yet?
Mile 11.2: Now?
Mile 11.3: Please to be finished soon.
Mile 11.5: Where’s that 12? 1, 2, 1, 2. Breathe. 1, 2, 1, 2. 1, 2, 1, 2. (I’m really good at counting.)
Mile 12: ……
Mile 13: Okay, I can do this. Must keep going. 1, 2, 1, 2.
Last .2: It’s less than one lap around the track!
Last .1: I’m going and I’m not sure how, but I am!
Finish Line: SWEET, SWEET JESUS.
Five minutes later: When can I do that again?
1Pm Today: Heh. It’s 1 o’clock! I am glad I did that.
Unfortunately, #StomachOfDoom made a return not long after the race. I made it though a delicious post race breakfast of potatoes, omelet and fruit but by the time I got home I went straight for the prescription stomach medicine. It took a few hours for the pain to ease and I finally napped. I had to take more meds after a while but was able to drink some electrolyte water and eat some gluten free cheesy poofs and frozen yogurt. (I HAD to eat something and there’s not a lot that my gut can handle when it’s like this. Sorry for the #TMI.)
9:19 PM: Gobbler Grind Half Marathon 2012 – CLOSED.