Attempted post run selfie: Am I smiling, or grimacing?
Today’s Workout: 2.71 miles @ 27:53
Today, my friends, I ran some serious junk miles. I can honestly tell you that today’s run was no doubt, my worst run EVER!
I’ve run half marathons, 5 milers, and 5ks. No marathons yet, but I do consider myself to be a somewhat tough cookie (you kind of have to be if you willingly run long distance, right?). Despite the fact that I’ve been running for about half a decade and then some, today’s run took the cake.
Here’s the scoop: JP went on an overnight fishing trip with my father last night, and I was home alone. Whenever he’s not here, I have major problems falling asleep at night, and yesterday was no exception. I was up until about 3:00 a.m., completely wired.
Then, at 6:00 a.m., the dogs woke me up because they were hungry. So I got up, fed them, went back to bed. At 7:00, JP called me to tell me he caught a huge 21 inch salmon. I was super happy for him but also exhausted and may or may not have yelled at him.
Then, at 8:00, I dragged myself up and out of bed to get ready for my sister’s wedding shower. I was not feeling it today at all (mostly because of exhaustion), but beautified myself, wrapped her gift, and went on my way (luckily she was picking me up so I didn’t have to drive my tired ass there. I may not have made it!).
The shower was absolutely beautiful, my sister was beautiful, and I
stuffed my face ate some tasty food. It was all delicious, until I started to feel it coming back up approximately a half-mile away from home.
I thought it was a fluke, and that I was just having some major heartburn because I chugged a glass of crystal light right before going running (not my brightest idea), so pushed on. For a while, I was feeling it a little bit, when I reached mile two, and started to think about all of my big running plans that still await me in my not-so-distant future, and all the cool places I’d like to visit and run in races.
But after three large uphill battles, as I rounded my Cul de Sac next to my house to make another loop, I felt my stomach start to chug and realized it was all over. At that point, I was at 2.71 miles, and since I was less than a half mile away from what I planned on finishing, and thought I might have to make a mad dash for the bathroom, I called it quits. Note to self: no chugging Crystal Light before a run. Common sense, I know, but I was really thirsty, and water just wasn’t doing it for me. Now I’m off to the store to purchase some Tums!
Your turn: Tell me about your worst ever run.