Still Running...

Yesterday was a big one! I mapped out an 11 mile run for myself. It was a new route, but one I was familiar with because it was the way to my SIL and BIL's apartment.

I was really nervous because my schedule of taking Alyssa to school a little early, eating a bowl of oatmeal, and drinking a bottle of water never happened because she did not want to go to school. I ended up taking her to school late, missing breakfast, and only drinking most of my water bottle. I was kind of nervous about the big run so of course had to pee 3 times and when all that was done I only had 2 hours and 10 minutes till pick up time, which is 12:00.

I ran with my yaktrax because the whole first mile wasn't shoveled very well, but running on the pavement that was clean was getting really difficult. So after that mile I took them off and carried them.

I was so nervous about time. I knew I had to make my halfway point by 1 hour, and did not think I was going to get there in time because it felt like I was running so slowly. I had been running on the treadmill for the past 2 weeks and had gotten used to watching the speed and the time and the miles and the burned calories! Especially those!

I was so happy I chose this route (Lincoln) because there are a lot of storefronts and all the sidewalks were shoveled.... More interesting to look at than houses like I have been doing on my other runs. Anyway, I turned the corner where I went out for drinks with my SIL, BIL and Jon on her birthday and made a left on Belmont. Ran to Southport, made a left at the dress up store she had told me to take my kids to. Another left on School, because, yay, my kids were at school, and a right back onto Lincoln to go home. I checked my watch. It hadn't even been an hour. I was so psyched! At Roscoe, I reached my 1 hour point, and when I checked mapmyrun.com later that night, it was 5.9 miles! Go me!

The run started getting really hard a few miles later. I felt myself slowing, my muscles were achy, and with about a mile to go started feeling really nauseous. My legs just couldn't run any more. I wasn't cold, I felt great, but my legs just didn't wanna go anymore. I walked the last mile (except for 2 blocks cuz it had gotten late, 11:54). My leg muscles felt frozen, which was weird cuz they normally felt hot after running.

I got home, took off my shoes and socks, texted Jon that I was home, ate a little bowl of cereal while stretching, and got into my car to pick up Alyssa and Benny about 10 minutes late. I was so so not feeling well. I apologized to the teachers and thanked them and then went to the baby gym with Alyssa and Benny, our normal routine. I had brought ice packs and a water bottle and iced my legs and drank, but just could not shake the nausea. It started getting really bad, and I went to the bathroom thinking I might throw up but didn't. The ice was not helping at all and I decided I must go home immediately. I took home Benny, and on my way home Alyssa thank god fell asleep. As I was driving, I suddenly remembered what the online trainer had said:

If your muscles feel hot then ice them. If they feel cold then warm them.

I decided that I should put Alyssa into bed and take a bath. I put her into bed and felt so sick that I crawled into my own bed, pulled my warm down comforter up to my chin, rolled onto my tummy and went to sleep. I know... gross cuz I was still in nasty, sweaty, running clothes but I was soooo not feeling well.

After an hour I felt a million times better. I changed out of my nasty clothes (couldn't shower yet cuz I don't trust Alyssa). Will came home from school, and I hung out with him and Alyssa. I still could not shake the nausea, and couldn't really eat anything till 3:30. When the girls got home, I took the longest, hottest, most amazing shower ever, and although still tired felt better.

I think that I made a few mistakes with this run...

1. I didn't get enough sleep the night before (only 5 1/2 hours).

2. I felt rushed cuz of the time restraint.

3. I hadn't eaten breakfast.

4. I havn't really been eating carbs and went to bed carbfree and hungry the night before.

Next week when I do 12 miles, I will take better care of myself and make sure I have the time and energy to do it. It's just hard because I feel like I am finally losing weight this week and I know its from the lack of carbs.

On the treadmill a few days earlier I burned 630 calories running 5 miles.... The thought that I probably burned over 1200 yesterday morning is crazy!!!!!!!!!!!

And even though it made me feel really sick all afternoon, looking at that number makes me smile...

:)