Friday night I went to the movies with mom. The local movie theater only charges $6 for tickets and has super comfy seats and shows really recent movies. I like to take mom because she gets the senior citizen discount and is a cheap date at $4.
Anyway, we saw Salt. I really love action movies, especially the ones with a chick as the lead character who is constantly kicking ass. According to my friends I am programed kind of funny, because any slurpy romance bores me to tears, but I love to see the bullets and fists start flying. So, anyway, I loved this movie – if you like action flicks and Angelina Jolie at all, you will too. I think there is probably going to be a sequel.
I was up at 4:30am on Saturday and got out the door for a 13 mile run on the Boise Road. The Boise Road is a dirt road that I basically do all of my summer running on to avoid the traffic on Route 201, which I am stuck on most of the winter. This run was awesome for me because it was the longest run I have done since the Sugarloaf Marathon and the injury frustrations. Plus, it was a pain free run, I didn’t know I could have those anymore. I took it slow and will not work on speed again until this winter, but it really felt awesome.
I got back and got changed and headed to meet some friends to go down the river. I have mentioned before that I am a whitewater raft guide and live near the world-class whitewater of the Kennebec River. Anyway, I do not guide much any more, but I do go down the river with friends just because I love the river. We had a super fun time and I was off the river by 3:30, just enough time to run home and get showered and changed for a 5pm wedding at the local bar.
These friends of ours eloped in Ireland this spring and wanted to have a party here where all of their friends could celebrate at our favorite bar. It was awesome, and it took all of the will power in me not to tap into one of the 6 free kegs that were there. But I was good and stuck to my promise to myself to not drink until Timberman. I probably didn’t need to eat half a chicken and 3 slices of pie (they had like every kind of pie you can imagine. I love pie.) but I did.
All of this may be responsible for what happened this morning…Epic fail on the bike.
I have never had this happen before ever. I was up early and was really looking forward to a good 58 mile ride to Jackman and back. I kind of felt a little funny when I first got up, my stomach didn’t feel right. So I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to try to settle it.
I headed out the door and I immediately started feeling crappy – nauseous and really cold (it was 38 degrees, so I was probably really legitimately cold).
By mile 6 I just felt like crap and tossed my cookies…Hello PB&J, didn’t think I would be seeing you again. I thought to myself, well, good, that will make me feel better and I can get on with this ride.
It didn’t make me feel better. At all.
So I kept going, and I started getting shaky and more nauseous, and felt really weak. Then my stomach started gurgling. Oh man, what the heck is going on? I pulled into Berry’s Store at mile 8 and unclipped and made a bee-line for the porta-potties.
You know what is so not awesome about living in such a small town? Everyone in town knows that I had the GI issues at 5:30am this morning. I had messages on my machine at home. Two of them.
I decided to turn around. When I got home and went directly to bed for 2 hours. I feel a little bit better now, kind of tired and generally icky feeling. I am still not 100% sure what the heck happened.
I do wish this had happened a month ago, instead of 2 weeks before my race. But I also think that I have made my hay (so to speak) for this race and that one bad day isn’t going to undo all the training I have been doing (unless I let it mentally).
Tomorrow is another day, and it is way more productive to look forward rather than back.
T-minus 14 days an counting!