Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Water, water everywhere/Nor any drop to drink.

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Last week I mentioned briefly that I was severely dehydrated and not yet prepared to discuss the situation. Now that I've had some distance from the episode-and the toilet-I can reflect and learn from what happened.

In the same post, I mentioned that Cameron was sick last Monday. As such, I took care of him and neglected to take care of myself (cue the tiny violins). I ate a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast. I had one glass of water and one cup of coffee, and that was it. So when Jay came home at 5 and suggested that I go for my 12 mile run then, I should have known better.

Neglecting my better judgement, I went anyway.

The run took fooooooorrrrrreeeeevvvveeeerrrrr, as my pace was a minute and a half slower than my average race pace. That may not seem significant, but all told the run took about 20 minutes longer than it should and in that heat, 20 minutes seemed like a lifetime. The last six miles were on the new portion of the Swamp Rabbit Trail, which though awesome, is without water fountains. Ironically, the trail follows the Reedy River, and there were plenty of folks out with water bottles, and I was sweating profusely, so there was water, water everywhere...just no water for me to drink. When I finally finished, I located a water fountain at Spill the Beans and had about 12 Solo cups full of water. Bad idea, I know, but I just couldn't stop.

After making dinner and getting everyone in bed(Jay did most of this, to be fair), I sat down on the sofa with what felt like a raging hangover. Anyone who's ever had one of those-and there may be one or two of you out there-can relate...head between your knees, loud, obnoxious mouth breathing where you're thinking any number of mantras from "Why did I do this" to "I'll never do this again" to "Please, please don't throw up" when all of a sudden you realize you're in flight towards the bathroom, where the inevitable happens. Again. And again. And again.

As Tommy said, I was literally gutting it out. And it was not pretty.

I wish I could say that I will do everything right from here on out, from properly fueling and hydrating pre and post run, to sufficient stretching, to adequate rest. But I probably won't. I'll do my best, though, and it will certainly be better than last Monday. Hydration and nutrition are no joke, nor is the heat. Nor is twelve miles. I can't take any of these factors for granted-I know this!

And if I didn't, the time I spent gutting it out was reminder enough.


3 comments:

satterly said...

So sorry about the dehydration! I still can't go back to Ikea bc the same thing happened to me there! Things will get so much better when it cools down. xox

Kenya said...

oh I have experienced the dreaded hangover. Just not the kind from dehydration! So proud of you and all that you are doing. You really do need to see Davis really soon. He looks like a baby buddah but his attitude is so inspiring!!!

tommyday said...

Rime of the ancient mariner?