Sunday, July 12, 2009
Thank goodness for port-a-potties
Today I decided to do my long run out on the recreational trail instead of in the gym. It was nice out when I started, but very soon into the run I had the feeling of having to go. I told myself it was just gas and would go away because that's what had happened in the past. But if felt different so I was really just engaging in hopeful thinking.
I managed to last most of the way out but on the way back I was in big trouble and I knew it. I kept looking for bushes to duck behind but there were only trees. Not discrete at all. I thought about leaving the trail and going in search of a gas station but I didn't want to get totally off track and possibly take longer to do that than to get to the little park where I was 90% sure there was a port-a-potty. (It was the 10% uncertainty that was making me look for bushes and think about gas stations.)
At one point, I wasn't even sure I'd make it there, but I did and there was a port-a-potty and a drinking fountain to wash my hands in afterwards! I normally hate port-a-potties, but I almost kissed this one. It was actually a pretty nice one as it was made to hold a wheelchair.
I was in there longer than I liked and I missed the button to pause my Nike+ so it impacted my average pace. When I got out, I figured it was all over and proceeded to run home. I did feel a bit dizzy at first, but I had plenty of sports drink in my fuel belt so I just went nuts drinking it for the next three miles.
When I got to exactly 10, I stopped. Then I walked home for the rest. It took me two hours to do 10 miles and another 30 to walk home one mile. I was totally beat and not feeling good at all.
When I got home, I proceeded to live in the bathroom for another hour, even vomiting at one point. Which, since there was nothing in my tummy, was not pleasant at all.
I finally took an Immodium-D and between that and running out of stuff to get rid of, everything settled down eventually.
I really hope this was triggered by the new gel I tried today and is not going to be an ongoing issue, because it was the pits! It's bad enough that I feel like crap as soon as I go over 6 miles, but if I have to deal with this kind of stuff on a regular basis, I don't think I'm going to make it training for the longer distances.
But the silver lining is that the entire episode put me down 2.5 pounds instead of the normal .5 pound I lose after exercise. It puts me in mind of the infamous line from The Devil Wears Prada: I'm one stomach flu away from my goal weight.