Hardcore

When I was high school, I remember seeing kids finishing 5k races and then puking in garbage cans. I thought that was amazing. I couldn't imagine pushing yourself so hard running that you would puke.

Well, Wednesday, after our 6 mile run, I puked. I am one of those people. Sort of. I didn't puke from pushing myself. I took 2 ibuprofen right before I ran. And, I hadn't eaten since lunch. According to my nurse neighbor, I had metabolic acidosis. Basically, I took pills on a empty stomach and then ran, building up lactic acid, and, once my stomach had had enough with all the acid, well, it got rid of it.

So, needless to say, the run felt like crap. My legs felt great, I think. In comparison to the massive stomach pain, I didn't notice my legs at all. I do know that the first 2 miles felt great. I felt really strong. Then things went downhill. I was complaining about my stomach hurting and was taking big gasps of air to help with the nausea. I think Mike was a bit frustrated with my whining - and then felt really bad when we got home and ran into the bathroom.

The worst part of this story is that I didn't feel better. I went to bed early and woke up with a remaining stomach ache. I came home from work early today. I rested on the couch until Mike got home and felt good enough to do our three mile run today. The run went great - my stomach was okay, still getting better. A good night's sleep tonight will do me good.

And tomorrow morning, I get to see my mommy!!!