I’m not sure what was going on this morning. The stars were NOT aligned, that’s for sure! The funny thing is — I got up without any problems but then it kinda went downhill. I couldn’t find my Garmin (ummm…it ended up being right there on the counter, I’m a genius), L woke up yelling for daddy (at 5:15am), and my legs were SORE.
I only ran 9 miles on Sunday — but it was the fastest long run I’ve done in a while and my legs were angry at me about it. I left the house in a negative state of mind (using my iPod as a stopwatch) and couldn’t go through with the entire “tempo” run or you know, any of it. Instead I did this:
The run and my feelings towards it hung around with me the whole day today. I usually don’t regret a run, but this one just pissed me off! It also left me starving. Even after loading up on oatmeal w/blueberries and a big salad I could have eaten my arm off. I treated myself to a small Italian Ice from Jeremiah’s (it’s within walking distance – I was sans car) and to be honest I was STILL hungry the majority of the day. I.was.miserable.
At some point in the afternoon things started to pick up. The mechanic called with a quote and it was a lot less than the hubby expected — to fix both the breaks and the a/c. Woo! And that’s not all…when we got home (after more family time in the car) there was a envelope waiting for me from Klout. Two $25 gift cards to Dicks Sporting Goods — just because!! (LOVE their perks)
Because I was feeling so good, I decided that instead of running again tomorrow — maybe I should run the remaining 3 tonight. It had just rained and the weather was PERFECT. So after a big dinner of pasta, chicken marsala, and creamed spinach (this will become important) and a half a chapter of Harry Potter, I strapped on my Garmin (I missed you!!) and set out for revenge.
Things started off great — until the turn around. That’s when I realized I ate too much and ran too soon. I seriously felt like Michael Scott (from the Office) in the Fun Run episode.
The last mile I was just willing myself to either throw up or feel better (neither happened). I decided to throw in the towel at mile 3 (and walk about a quarter of a mile home) and started to feel better. Regardless– this run was MUCH better than my morning run. Until I wanted to yak, it felt effortless — and I was running at a 9:00-9:15 pace. Ahhh cooler weather, I love you.
Admittedly, this was NOT the smarted move I could have made — but I learned I definitely CANNOT eat before I race. Chicken Marsala is OFF the table!!
Have you ever run/exercised on a full stomach?? What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done (that you are willing to admit?)