I've been feeling a bit off since Tuesday. I had a really hard time with nausea on our Tuesday night bike ride. Fortunately, Michele is saving Logie for next week, so this was "just" a 35 mile ride with two hills - Newberry and a longer sustained climb similar to Pac Crest on a street called Springville. I made it through the ride but didn't feel spectacular about it.
Yesterday, hours before I was supposed meet for my evening 8 mile run, I could be found on the couch trying to sleep away nausea and dear daughter taking care of me with heating pads for my tummy. I finally arose, ate some chicken and rice soup and headed out to meet JB and I wasn't sure who else. There ended up being 6 of us...Fast Nik...um...not keeping up with him, 3 of the faster girls on the team...um...probably not keeping up with them for long, and JB...whose pace is slower than mine. Poop.
We all started out together at Vera Katz and the plan was to head South until Springwater ended into a gravel road and then head back, since the East Esplanade is closed right now due to high water. I decided to hang with the girls for as long as I could and then drop back and run by myself. To my surprise we got to mile 4 and I was doing fine. I had no idea what our pace was, but knew it was faster than I usually run. However, I felt pretty darn good at this pace - it was definitely not too hard.
We headed back and my chicken soup started really repeating on me and I started to feel my tummy rumbling in a not so great way. At 6.5 miles, I dropped back a bit to release some gas in some varying ways but always kept the girls in my sight. I thought about catching up with them, but my tummy was really revolting at this point. Let's just say that I wasn't about to trust a fart by this time. The last 1/4 mile I dropped to a walk or more than likely face some pretty embarrassing consequences. As it was, I was afraid to look at the back of my shorts.
I figure that I was only about 2 minutes behind the girls when I finally reached them. Their pace was 9m/m for the whole time, so I know that I at least did that for the first 6.5 miles and THAT MAKES ME SUPER HAPPY. I can't believe I'm running 9 m/m again and not dying from it.
It's 5:30am and my tummy is still revolting. I have a meeting with a client in a few hours and I'm just hoping I don't barf on her desk while I'm there.
I leave you with pictures of the kids from Field Day yesterday.