Various Authors 6 a.m., May 29
Vomit at night run in the morning
After a night of worship at the altar of porcelain it was time to get up and run. It happens.
I had a 20-mile run scheduled for this week but it ended up being 17. However, I have an excellent excuse.
I puked twice the night before and also had--let’s just say it was a long and de-hydrating night.
I’d like to place the blame on a touristy-crap restaurant in Seaport Village but I’ve no evidence.
Why run 17 miles in the morning after such a night?
Come the morn I felt okay, though I was terrified by the thought of eating anything. A granola bar sufficed.
The idea of running 20 miles at the start of April had been in my head for months so it didn’t feel like an insurmountable obstacle.
I had a carpool set up to Coronado and I didn’t want to let anybody down so I went ahead and gave it a shot.
I didn’t make the 20 miles but it was better than not running and regretting it.
This was one of those strange occurrences that crop up now and again while preparing to run a distance event.
Obstacles show up but often times they don’t feel like obstacles. They’re only things that happen before going for a run.
None of us seek out a night of vomiting before a run--at least I hope not--but it does happen and we end up running anyway and it’s no big deal.
20 miles this coming week for sure and then it’s time to build some speed.