bad stomach, bad!
man my tummy SO does not love me.
i decided this morning i was feeling like a "true" distance runner, while admiring the calluses forming on my feet and toes... that was, until i went out and ran 20 miles in 90 degree weather (way less humidity here than florida + cool ocean breezes make such a difference).
things were great for miles 1-18.
i was cruising at 7:30 miles...
and then i croaked.
brakes applied.
8:25 miles and climbing...
and then.
i puked.
sigh.
so much for being a true distance runner... clearly i can't hack it in temps over 70. i'm getting more freaked about montreal with each tick of the thermometer...
i decided this morning i was feeling like a "true" distance runner, while admiring the calluses forming on my feet and toes... that was, until i went out and ran 20 miles in 90 degree weather (way less humidity here than florida + cool ocean breezes make such a difference).
things were great for miles 1-18.
i was cruising at 7:30 miles...
and then i croaked.
brakes applied.
8:25 miles and climbing...
and then.
i puked.
sigh.
so much for being a true distance runner... clearly i can't hack it in temps over 70. i'm getting more freaked about montreal with each tick of the thermometer...
posted by megan at
9:03:00 PM
3 Comments:
No way! I think puking is a badge of honor. That means you are truly pushing yourself to the limit (at least this is what I told myself as I barfed all over the road after Sarah and I finished the Boston marathon).
-Colin
I'll tell you what a very wise coach once told me while rubbing my back and I spued an orange all over the track, and I mean all over.
"That's right girl, you just let all them toxins out...Thats right, let it all out, that's right, just let it all out..."
So I say, let them toxins out and keep on a runnin'!
are you sure you didn't eat a hotdog earlier that day?
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