Holy 26.2, it’s almost here. Last long run TOMORROW!
This week has been such a crazy week that I haven’t really even thought about the ‘thon. (Let alone be able to read blogs. Sorry! I will catch up some day!) Both me and T Junior have had some sort of stomach bug, and today is the first day that we’ve both actually felt normal. Here’s a quick recap:
This was the second day of the dog show. I ran with Bennie for about 1.2 miles before he went into the ring. He was pretty good, but my stomach was bothering me. I was supposed to run 13 miles later in the day, but wasn’t sure when since we had things to do after the show. Long story short, by the time I finished making stromboli for dinner (which I’ve never made), I was feeling awful. I didn’t eat dinner because a) I thought I was going to run 13 miles and b) my tummy hurt. After T Junior barely touched his dinner, I put him to bed and decided to lay down for a little bit. Twelve hours later, I got up.
Twelve hours of sleep is unheard of for me. I told Mr. T, “That’s like two-nights-worth of sleep for me.” (I know, not good, but a fact of life.) Mr. T went off to work and T Junior, who was fighting a fever, and I went about our routine. My tummy felt off, but I ate a little breakfast. A little while later, I got my kid set-up with Toy Story and I got on the treadmill to try to run 13 miles.
It was a stop-and-go mess. After about 10 minutes on there, I remembered I needed to mail something and so I ran down to the mailbox real quick. Then, I tried to make it a couple miles more. I was having to run-walk, which I hoped to not do (just wanted to get it done). Around Mile 3, I stopped to make T Junior some lunch. I sat next to him at the table sweating while he ate. My stomach turned. But I thought it was just being weird. Then I put T Junior down for a nap and got back on the treadmill. I ran a little bit feeling really good and then BAM! my stomach would turn and I would have to stop the ‘mill again and head for the bathroom.
I put an end to the miserable run at 9.6 miles. I was not having fun. I was not feeling well. I was way slower than usual. Later that night, I was really sick and decided I must have the stomach flu.
T Junior was on his second full day of fighting a fever. Tuesday’s a little blurry for me till the evening. I started to feel a lot better by the evening and I ended up feeling like I wanted to run. My heart was in it, but my tummy was not. Still, I managed my normal 30 minutes (a 2.8-miler).
I had hoped to go back to work (and let Mr. T have his turn at home), but it was not in the cards. (T Junior STILL had a fever.) I thought I’d get out for a nice early walk with Bennie then before Mr. T had to leave for work. Wrong! Like I said on DailyMile, Bennie was being a “real doooosh,” and I turned around and took him home after less than a quarter-mile. Instead, I walked to Starbucks…alone, as my friend Chelsea suggested and I saw some flowers that reminded me of my favorite movie. Then I did Level 2 30-Day Shred in the evening.
|“Don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flower?” Name the movie first and
I’ll send you a little something in the mail. (Hint: You’ve got this if
you know what my favorite movie is. Also, no looking it up on the Interwebs!)
I STILL was stuck at home, but at least for only the first half of the day. Mr. T came home around lunch time and I finally went to work. I had piles of things to do…I’d been desperately trying to keep up from home, but sometimes you need to talk to people face-to-face. After work, I had about two hours to kill before my book club meeting in the area. I had a really important errand to run (see picture below), but first I went for a run on my normal lunch route. So different at 4 versus noon. Nobody was out. I started out feeling light, but then all of a sudden I felt stiff. My back muscles tightened up so bad, it felt like I’d been hit in my lower back with a folding chair WWE-wrestler style. I will say, though, that my diet has been OFF the whole week. I’d hardly eaten anything because everytime I did, my tummy hurt. Also was dehydrated and it was warm.
After five hours catching up on some copywriting for work this morning, I finally feel like I’ve come out from under the pile of stuff I was buried under. AND, T Junior and I feel good. It’s been a great day so far. I’m resting today in advance of my last long run before the race with Chels tomorrow (then we’ll drive the course afterward) …but I’m itching to run. I know I need to rest. My muscles are all out-of-whack from working on my laptop on the couch/exercise ball instead of my PC at my desk at work.
And stuff is starting to get really exciting around the marathon. There are all kinds of fun get-togethers to plan and coordinate. Luckily, my bloggy buddies have been taking care of most of it. (Have I told you, you guys rock?) I did make nametags, though, for the carbo-load dinner. Just need to get those printed. Are you going to be here for Rock N Roll? I want to make sure we all get looped in for the events, so let me know! Or just check out Mel’s blog today HERE!