Yesterday, my nerves and brain were telling me that they'd had enough school. Honestly, I don't blame them, I'd studied for that midterm no less than 30+ hours. So, even though I have homework that I haven't started yet (that's due on Thursday), I decided to join the group for a 5 mile training run. I hadn't ran during the week in weeks, so I thought it would probably do me some good.
Since I eat lunch at 11am and we run at 6pm, I knew I needed something to give me some energy. Well, my first choice is always Gu, but I was out. I had to make a run to Wal-Mart after work and they don't sell Gu. So, instead of driving across town after I went to Wal-Mart, I decided to give a Clif Bar a chance (since they sell those at WMT).
Big Mistake.
I get out to the training run and we have a speaker talking about nutrition. That's all fine and dandy, but I was tired and ready to get this thing going. Twenty minutes later, we start off on our run. Let me start off by saying that the ladies that I usually run the same pace as weren't there. Awesome. Now, I was tired, grumpy, and my friends weren't there. I start off and about a quarter mile in, my stomach throws in the towel. I tell it to shut up, but it doesn't listen. I wanted to puke.
I kept going till .6 miles and just decided I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to run. My stomach was all jacked up, my friends weren't there, and I was tired. So, I turned around. I didn't tell anyone, I just turned around.
That was definitely a first. Never have I ever bailed on a group run like that. But, sometimes you just gotta listen to your body. Here's to hoping Saturday's 9 miler goes much smoother. I'll be a little more rested, I'll have my Gu (and breakfast), and my friends will be there beside me!
