So. Friends. I’ve been keeping something in lately and it’s time to share.
The past week and a half or so have been rough for this chick. Let me explain.
(A dream like blur and a twinkling sound bring you back in time.)
It was a Friday night, the 21st of March to be exact. It was shaping up to be lovely. A homemade pizza was baking in the oven, creating a heavenly scent throughout the apartment. My glass was half full of wine, and House of Cards was prepped for play (no, I still have not finished the second season).
Ten minutes later, things went awry. The scent of delicious pizza was suddenly replaced by burning cheese. My boyfriend and I rushed to the oven. GASP! A pizza volcano had erupted.
The pizza was still edible, but our smoke alarm now goes off every time we use the oven. I suppose a cleaning is in order. I digress.
We still ate the pizza. We ate all the pizza. It was a lot of pizza. For real. But I was unsatisfied with my crater of a pizza, so I decided to make myself some “ice cream” for dessert! Into the Vitamix went my frozen banana, strawberries, and almond milk. Gzchchchch went the blades. Out came my “ice cream” and on went the toppings! A few peanuts. Yes, please. Some peanut butter. Okie doke!
I sat down on the couch with my “ice cream” and wine and felt better for my pizza failure. A few minutes later…
Oh no. I ate too much. Ugh. I flopped on the couch. Bleh.
My tummy was mad! I headed to bed, angry tummy and all. It will be better in the morning, right?
Wrong. My stomach was still upset with me the next day. They do say never go to bed angry…
I had dinner plans with my mom that night at Suite ThreeOhSix. Lots of food. Lots of deliciousness. That night was 80’s Night. My stomach was still angry. I’m pretty sure it was punching me from the inside. But I looked cute, right? Note: I didn’t feel cute.
Sunday came. The tummy troubles remained. I skipped my long run.
Monday: yoga day. I was not up for twists and inversions with my stomach still upset. Maybe I should call a doctor? No! I hate doctors. They are just going to tell me nothing is wrong.
Tuesday rolled around and I was still in pain. A lot of pain. My lower abdomen was hurting. The pain starting moving into my back. Ok, fine, I’ll call the doctor.
He didn’t have an appointment until Thursday.
Meanwhile, I wasn’t running. So long, goal of running 100 miles in March. Adios #sweathappywithyogachallenge.
Thursday arrived. The doctor wasn’t sure. Time for tests. Running would have to wait until the results came back. Another Sunday long run? Missed.
I got the results of both tests back last Tuesday. Neither show any problems. I am relieved, but I am also still having problems. What the heck, tummy? More tests will need to be done, but in the meantime, I am cleared to run – at least as long as it doesn’t irritate the belly.
Let’s chat for a moment about what happens when I don’t run or workout for a week and a half:
- Home girl gets moody. (apologies to all of my coworkers and to my boyfriend)
- I don’t have any energy.
- I’m pretty sure I was borderline depressed.
- And I felt like a slug. (Glub glub thwerwp – that’s the sound a slug makes as it wiggles along and then pulls itself out from the mud – obviously.)
On the plus side, I had WAY less laundry!
Anyway, moral of the story is, I was able to hit the road again yesterday morning. It was a SLOW run. I felt like a sloth – no, no, let’s stick with the slug simile – I felt like a slug, but I didn’t want to push it too hard with my stomach still having issues. Luckily, running didn’t seem to irritate it, and I feel SO much better mentally.
I worry about falling behind on my half marathon training. I had started to increase my speed, and I hope all that hard work isn’t lost.
The good news? There are still 3 ½ weeks until the Nike Women’s Half Marathon. I’ll have to get more tests done to figure out what this is, but as long as I feel well enough to run, dogonit, I’m going to run! New half marathon goal: be the fastest slug out there!
Has illness ever kept you from training? How did you bounce back?
P.S. I almost called this post “Hello, I am a Slug.” But didn’t want too say slug to many times in one post. It’s a gross word, slug. But now I’m saying “slug” more times than I planned in order to explain to you that I didn’t want to overuse “slug.” Soooo… sorry.
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