Well, good morning friends! I hope your day is getting off to a good start. My engine took a few turnovers to get started, but I am up and ready to work it today. This weekend was supposed to be full of running, dancing, and enjoying the weekend with my awesome running buddies…
Instead, it was made up of lots of trips to the potty, chicken noodle soup, and fun with the thermometer. Awesome!
My momentum was so good on Saturday though. Bright and early, I went over to expo to pick up my race packet with a couple of my running buds. We got our shirts, race numbers, picked up some last minute items, and were ready to go. After teaching a power packed dance class that same afternoon…I laid out my clothes for race morning, put on my compression sleeves, and was ready to chill the rest of that rainy Saturday.
Me and the boyfriend were pretty much couch potatoes the entire night, and turned on the movie Friends with Benefits and got settled to enjoy the night.
At about 11 pm or so, my tummy started doing some flip flops. Then it turned sour. I was thinking, huh? Ok, granted I had one of those frozen lean pizza pockets for dinner which probably wasn’t very wise, but I was tired and not feeling like cooking. But surely, it couldn’t be that. Then…it just went all downhill from there. Every hour on the hour that night. Off to the bathroom. Then the trash can had to be moved to the bedroom. It just wouldn’t stop. Never ending torture.
After maybe a 30 minute nap…the clock hit 4:30 AM. I was supposed to be getting up and ready to make the drive to do the carpool with my running buddies. This had to have been a nightmare, yes? No. I was feeling hot. I checked my temperature. 100 degrees. Nice.
So…I laid back in bed, the fleeting thoughts of a half marathon PR slipping right through my fingers. It was pouring rain. I texted my friend and told her I wasn’t gonna make this one. My soon to be 9th half marathon. Not gonna happen.
I sent my friend the “I have the plague and not gonna make it, have a great race” text.
I went back to bed.
So there you have it, folks. The race weekend that wasn’t. The little engine that couldn’t. Anyways, I am happy that I got a chance to rest, which I took FULL advantage of. I was in and out of a coma all day. I got up a few times just to check on my buddies who were running their very first marathons. I said a few prayers for them when it got to be around 10:30-11 am (when they were likely in their later miles). Kept checking facebook and twitter for updates. The boyfriend was more than helpful, cooking and helping me keep everything clean (and probably not trying to catch the said plague) He even made me a delicious healthy dinner which I only ate half of, but I was just glad I could keep some food down.
So enough of me and my dreaded illness. I’m feeling better this morning, my fever went down, and I’m going to hit it hard at work this week. This weekend is the Deck the Trails off road run. I am totally looking forward to it. So take THAT, plague!
Good news? Yeah, let’s talk about that.
My friend Shirley, who ran her first full marathon on Sunday, placed 1st in her group and is a Boston Qualifier!! How bout them apples? Amazingness!
My homegirl Ann finished her first marathon in 3:57! AWESOME job chica!
And CONGRATS to ALL of the marathon finishers this weekend! SO proud of you all!!