The sitter got here around 2:30 this afternoon and I headed out for a 7 mile run. It was warm and humid, but not as bad as some days. I had my fuel belt, but I discovered right before my run that I was out of “ade”, so I packed water and some shot blocks, figuring they’d take care of me. I’m tired of running in my neighborhood, so I headed about a half mile away to another neighborhood. The first mile or two went fine and then I headed onto a shady path through the woods. I don’t usually run places like that because I run by myself. It actually went fine. I only saw one weirdo, but there were county workers nearby doing something, so he didn’t make me nervous.
At about the three mile point, I ate one of the blocks and drank some water while I walked for a minute. I was pretty warm, but really not doing badly. I decided to head back into my neighborhood since I knew which streets had the most shade. Rather suddenly, at about 3.5 miles, I experienced some, umm, intestinal distress. Within about a tenth of a mile, I realized I needed to head home NOW. After arriving home and resolving the issue, I jumped on the treadmill to finish the last 3.1 miles. Should have been easy, but I continued to feel sick the entire rest of my run. I managed to finish 7 miles total, but just barely.
I’m still trying to figure out what happened. I figure it was either the shot block (which I’ll try again soon at the END of a run) or I was already dehydrated from playing outside with the kids all day (plus a three mile walk with them and a friend). I’ve now had a snack, dinner, two glasses of nuun, and multiple glasses of water and I almost feel normal.
I probably should have just stopped when I got home, but I’m so paranoid about not being able to finish the marathon, that I won’t let myself miss a single mile. I’m also worried that if I let myself slack, I’ll become a total slacker and not get in the distances I need to on the long runs. I have to admit I’m looking forward to the marathon being over and being able to go back to my regularly scheduled life. I love running, but I’m not enjoying feeling “forced”. At least with the shorter distances (half marathon and less), if I mess up the training, I may not finish as fast as I want, but I’ll finish.