Poo: A Scatalogical Post

I made it.  15 or 20 seconds behind my expected pace last night, but I made it home without having to embarass myself or others. 

A crappy (methaphorically speaking) day at work yesterday left me emotionally drained.  I ate pretty well during the day, but binged on some leftover cookies at the end of the work day.  When I started running, my stomach hurt and I felt nauseous.  "This sucks" I thought, "shouldn't have eaten so much sugar right before a run-I know better".  I really didn't want to keep running, but decided that running while uncomfortable was good training.  After all, anything can happen on race day....AND if training was easy everyone would do it...AND I didn't want to be a (insert pejorative, gender based, adjective and/or noun here). 

So, I hauled my stomach achy, whiney posterior the 3.5 ish miles to the turn around.  I stopped once for a few seconds, thinking I was going to hurl, but survived without sullying the bike path.  I was somewhat disappointed as I was pretty sure that it would make me feel better. 

I paused again at the turn around suprisingly felt better for about a mile.  Then...the pain shifted.  I was running on a technically tricky section of bike path covered in snow that had melted but was now freezing into sheets of ice that I wouldn't see.  I started crop dusting with abandon...I hope that all of the folks that I passed had headphones turned up REALLY LOUD...and that they all had anosmia. Then came the moment when I decided that if I had to crap my pants, I would...at least it would be warm, though I would regret going in my new cold weather running pants. 

Just after 7.1 miles, I stopped running, no longer able to stand up straight, let alone continue running. I destroyed the bathroom, showered, destroyed the bathroom, destroyed the bathroom, observed that the candle just made the bathroom smell like cinnamon scented poo, and destroyed the bathroom again.  I spend the rest of bed...consuming water, coconut water, and immodium.  AMA is wonderful to me, but I really just needed to stop going to the bathroom long enough to sleep the worst of it.  I woke up later and managed to cram some more food down myself a few times, figuring that calories are still important after a middle distance run--so I at some "binding" foods when I woke up every couple of hours. 

The next morning...down 2 pounds on the scale, so I'm going to work on hammering fluids as much as possible today.  I still hold out hope that today's 3 mile run will happen, but no promises.  It's definitely happening on the treadmill if it does!