I was supposed to be joined today by Rocket for our weekly long run.
I was supposed to be driven by Sharkie out to Asan, to our long run location.
I was supposed to clock in a 32 kilometer long run tonight.
I was supposed to be treated raw beef bibimbap after my long run.
I was supposed to go home with my belly full of food and feet tired from excessive running.
...instead the following happened...
Rocket showed up for our run, Sharkie drove us out to Asan, and I ended our run before hitting 10kms.
9.82kms at 5:45mins/km... our slowest and shortest long run e-v-e-r!!!
My tummy had felt weird last night and then again this morning but I thought it'd be OK by tonight's run. I had gone to a friend's birthday party yesterday and Rocket's concert and had had three drinks but it was over a span of a few hours. I rarely drink but I knew it wasn't the drinks that had cause hell in my tummy. We had ventured to a traditional Korean village yesterday and indulged in some amazing street food but I hadn't gone crazy with my food selections so I knew that wasn't it either.
It was the handful of honey butter chips I had ate during the live fights.
Kato had gone to the local store with Snickers and together they bought a bag full of goodies, one of which was a bag of honey butter chips. I had heard a lot of honey butter chips and though I don't really like chips I was definitely curious as to why all the hype and crazy over this particular brand and flavor. So I tried a small handful, at most 6 chips. My senses were instantly confused when I took the first bite into one. It felt like a chip to my mouth but was super sweet like candy and it left my fingers greasy like a French fry. The mix of super sweetness and ultra greasiness turned my tummy and no sooner did I eat the last chip in the palm of my hand but the smell of them started getting to me. One of the girls sitting beside me who was also eating them waved her hand near my face and instantly I thought I was going to throw up. I ended up telling her she either had to keep her hands totally away from my face or seriously go scrub them in the bathroom to get rid of the smell of chips on them.
I had skipped out on my morning breakfast today, something I probably seriously haven't done for years, because just the thought of eating food was turning my tummy, even more than it already was. We had gone out for lunch today and I pretty much made myself eat the meal. I didn't eat as much as I usually though and instead tried to fill up on an excess of starchy carbs and lots of water.
Before we started our run, Rocket and I had decided on a pacing. Tonight's 32km run would be our longest run together so we agreed on a 5:30min/km pacing. We were headed of our goal pacing in the first kilometer but then my speed drastically decreased as I felt my tummy revolting against me. Something inside my tummy was definitely trying to come up and I fought my hardest to keep it down by breathing hard. No sooner had we crossed the 2km mark but then up it came -- I puked. I stopped Rocket and tried to puke more but nothing followed. I fought through an additional 7km of dry heavy before I just couldn't continue. I needed a break and I needed to find a bathroom fast. Ran into the bathroom and out it came -- TMI here, sorry. I contemplated continuing or at least giving it another go but we ended up calling it a night and so I collapsed in the back of Sharkie's car, super frustration and disappointed in myself.
No pressure to make sure next week's long run is extra awesome... no pressure at all.
Snickers treated me later to a hot lemon tea from Tom N Toms, hoping it'd cheer me up... it did.
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