Today I did one of the stupidest things of my adult life. It wasn't stupid in that it was harmful to anyone (except perhaps myself). It was just stupid because I am so darn stubborn.
Max and I were both signed up to do the Tyranena Beer run . Max was signed up to do the half marathon, and I was signed up to do the 1/6 (4.37 mile) run. When the kids came down with the
plague stomach flu, we decided that one of us needed to stay home with them so that we didn't get our sitter sick. Since my running partner, Laura, was signed up to do the run with us, I decided that Max should stay home and I would go.
Saturday morning I woke up not feeling 100%. After a few bouts in the bathroom, I figured I was 'cleaned out' and felt good enough to run. And, truth be told, I did feel *mostly* fine until after the run.
We didn't end up running the whole thing. We walked for maybe 0.25-0.5 miles of the total. That's ok -- we both know we can run the distance easily under *normal* circumstances. Laura said her hip hurt...but I don't know if she just said that to make me feel better. ;) All I know is the course was hilly. And it smelled like COW MANURE the.entire.time. Not good when you have a sensitive tummy in the first place, eh?
I ended up vomiting on the car ride home (thank goodness we had plastic bags). I then took a nap and sat on the couch the rest of the day (to big Max's dismay). I even went to bed at 7 pm right after we put the boys to bed. Luckily, I woke up on Sunday feeling MUCH better (i.e. I could actually keep food down!)
So, where is the thankfulness in all of this?
Today I am thankful for my running partner, Laura. Without her I would not push myself as hard or be as motivated to continue running. She really has helped me reach all my running goals this year -- a 10K, and even one run further than that! Our tentative goal for next year is to do a half marathon -- that's 13.1 miles, folks! CRAZY!!!