Boston Marathon 2011

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Bucket Run

Ugh.  As soon as I woke up today, I felt sick, then it passed and I felt great.  I had cereal and coffee for breakfast and headed to church. Mentally, I was ready for this run.  I had had a blah week, so I was not sure how I would feel about today.  I was really excited that it was going to be about 60 and sunny.  I waited to do my run this afternoon so that I could run when it was nice and warm.  That may have been a mistake.

I set out at 1:00 for this run.  I was contemplating switching my route, but I know where everything is on this route.  I was feeling good, right on pace at 8:25 miles.  I had heated my leg and stretched well before going out, so there were no issues there.  I stopped at Ed and Robert's to get water at mile 5.4.  I was already half way through the water and only 5/20 were done.  I headed up Fairmont and it turns into 522.  I was at mile 6.5 and started feeling queezy.  Next thing I know, I am puking on the side of 522.  I kept going and struggled to keep my pace, but did it.  As I got down Fox Dr., my pace started to drop and I was at about 8:34.  I made it to Dunkin Donuts at mile 9.8 and lost it there as well.  I was not sure what to do.  I called Brad and he was really worried and I had to keep him posted.  I ran up Stewart St. and ran into David Black.  He was willing to take me home, but I wanted to keep pushing.  I then came down Washington St. and struggled to make an 8:39 pace.  WHAT IS GOING ON???  I got to Runners Retreat at mile 11.22.  I spoke to Jordan and then Matt and Rebekah walked by.  I filled them in, and they offered to take me home.  I declined, but agreed to head home. 

I made it as far as the bridge on 81, mile 13 and I had to walk.  I was at a 9:25 pace and dying.  I started dry heaving near Packs and in front of Dowell J.  After I got home, I lost it again.  I stretched and then headed to the store to get Gatorade, Ginger Ale, and english muffins.  I had soup for dinner.  I am sure I need more, but am scared to eat.

Brad and I are trying to figure out what is going on?  Do I have a bug?  Am I not eating enough?  Over training?  I guess time will tell.  I am going to bed.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I hate days like that. I've never gotten sick, but I've dry-heaved over my fair share of sea walls... For me, an extra helping of dinner always helps the problem!

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