This afternoon, I had 6 miles on my training plan. Even though I told my coach that I thought 6 was a particularly soul-crushing distance, I can’t always get out of them. Fine.
I had an interview this morning and didn’t feel like rushing to get the run in before the interview, so when Rebecca asked last night if I wanted to run 6, I was more than happy to hold off until this afternoon.
By the time I got out of my interview, I was famished, and I stopped at City Chow to pick up lunch. (This is actually a recycled picture; picture broccoli where the Brussels sprouts were.) It was around 1:30 by the time I sat down to eat, and I was meeting Rebecca at 4:45. I had a hunch this might not end well, but hoped for the best.
I ran 1.5 miles crosstown to meet her on the East Side and we took off down the path along the East River. It’s been renovated since I last ran down that way, but I still prefer the West Side. After Saturday’s long run, my legs felt tight, but by the time I met up with Rebecca, they’d loosened up.
We began running, and by 1.5 miles into our planned 4.5 together, I started feeling terrible. I’m no stranger to stomach issues, but I also felt like I was going to puke, a feeling that still hasn’t gone away. We ended up stopping quite a few times to walk (thank you, Rebecca!) but we eventually finished, and I walked the 1.5 miles back home, hoping it would settle my stomach.
No dice, and I felt so crappy that I ended up skipping the Guster/Jack’s Mannequin concert I bought tickets for months ago.
I laid down for awhile and thought about what would be easy on my stomach for dinner.
I finally decided on another turkey burger, on a sandwich thin.
And a really good smoothie: coconut milk, spinach, frozen mixed berries, frozen mango and vanilla protein powder.
Nope. Still too much. I’m going to sleep and hoping to wake up feeling better tomorrow.