Over the last 10 days, I've been having some coffee before my runs to help get some pep in my legs and make sure my gut is clear. Today I didn't respect the power of coffee (I don't think it it what I ate for dinner). I give it 30-40 minutes to fully work on average. Today, 15.
I felt ready and wanted to make sure I didn't miss my meet up time with Erin. First half mile eh, then gut settled. Good right?
Met up with Erin, and my gut was kind enough to keep its shit together (pun intended) for the next 5 miles with her. Only a few moments of warning feelings. I almost asked if we could slow down to let my stomach compose itself. I enjoyed this part of the run, as it is fun to have a legit running partner, and thought I could continue at least a slow run afterwards.
Erin went home and I wanted do do another 4 or so miles. Well I ran another maybe 2, when my gut went from manageable to near nuclear. There was no transition. Complete stop. Every step after that was like navigating through a trap. I had 2.5 miles left just to get home.
I tried to jog after leaning on a fence for a few minutes. Nope. I'm walking home. Not even a fast walk. I had to stop every block or two to recollect my stomach. Worst stop was less than a block from my building, like seeing the finish line and getting shot in the stomach. Will I make it? Barely...
In short, hardest two miles I've done. Not sure I should include that distance in my runkeeper. I ran for about an hour, walked like 35 minutes.
Thankfully today was an easy run day. Tomorrow rest day, Friday I respect the coffee.
But to not leave you with a boo hoo Declan feeling, I did take a picture for you!
Enjoy your run today! Take it easy
