See that forced, painful smile up there? That’s because this is more like how I felt after 8 miles yesterday:
8 miles was hard. And not “oh-my-knee-is-a-little-sore” hard. More like “my-entire-body-is-shutting-down-and-Babyface-is-gonna-have-to-pick-me-up-on-the-side-of-the-road” hard.
I woke up yesterday morning with a bit of tummy trouble, but I figured that is was mostly nerves. 8 miles was a long, long way and I was decidedly anxious to get it done.
About an hour before I left, I downed coffee, toast with peanut butter and jam and a banana. Everything felt normal. My tummy even felt better.
I had the genius idea to drop off a coconut water at my turn around point (4 miles in). So I drove downtown and hid some fuel behind a pillar.
Mentally, it was a terrible idea.
Because after dropping it off, I had to drive allllllll the way back to my starting point. And it felt like a lifetime. By the time I got to my starting point I was shaky, nervous and pretty much convinced there was no way I could run that far.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
I made a deal with myself: I’d run out one mile. If I still felt terrible, then it wasn’t meant to be. I could walk the mile back to the car.
So I ran that mile. And then another and then another and a another. I actually felt remarkable fine for the first half of the run. My tummy settled. I felt strong.
I made it to the halfway point, grabbed my coconut water, walked a bit and started to think I was home free.
Uh, I wasn’t.
As soon as that coconut water hit my stomach it was everything I could do not to throw it up right there in Downtown Bloomington. For the next mile my stomach alternated from totally nausea to cramping. It was really stellar. I was able to get about 1/2 the container of coconut water in before I had to toss it.
About 6 miles in, my stomach started leveling out, but then the rest of my body started falling apart. I guess I just didn’t get enough fuel in because I started to get so dizzy and light-headed. My muscles and joints just weren’t working as they should have. And the scariest part, I had the taste of blood in my mouth (with no known source).
The last 2 miles were spent running 5 minutes, walking one. And even that felt like torture.
But I did it. Yet another personal distance record.
Once home, I started to unravel. I started shaking uncontrollably and got incredibly cold. After these pictures I hopped in the shower and then scarfed some Rice Krispies with banana and chocolate milk. Nothing sounded appetizing to eat, I felt SO nauseated, but I knew I needed something. I just burned 2200 calories.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed trying not to think about how nauseous I still felt. Under two down comforters with a space heater pointed directly at me. I have no idea how I got so chilled—I felt comfortable and warm during my run.
I’m going to see this half marathon through. But trust me, after yesterday’s run, I’ll be thinking long and hard before I sign up for another endurance event. There is no reason for that kind of bullhockey.
But hey, I ran 8 miles!