Saturday evening after my race report I headed to bed ready to rest and optimistic that I would wake up on Sunday morning refreshed and ready to cheer my friends during the half marathon. I fell asleep for a couple of hours and then around midnight I woke up. I was sick. Food poisoning. It was horrible and it lasted all night. For the first few hours I was out of bed every 10-15 minutes. By 5am, I was able to sleep for 30-45 minutes at a time. At 9am, I walked to the lobby and asked if I could extend my reservation. I spent the next few hours until checking out at 1pm, sick, exhausted, sore, and very nervous about the drive back to NYC. My friend came to get me a little after 1 and I felt queasy the entire way back home. I was so happy to get home. I hadn’t eaten a meal since Saturday and it was after 5 when I got home. I was so happy to eat something and have it feel satisfying and not make me more sick. I was able to eat quite a bit and got 10+ hours of sleep last night. I’m still a little sore today, but I feel millions of times better!
Last night I was reflecting on the weekend. I didn’t get to do hardly anything that I wanted to do and the 10K was so traumatic that if you had asked me yesterday, I would tell you that I didn’t want to run the marathon. But there was light and success during the weekend. During the trail race, I started towards the front and held my position well until halfway through when I decided to back off out of fear of injury. I managed to finish 8th in my division, but still wondering how deep the field was there. The next morning for the 5K, I impressed myself with how easy the paces came. I was tired, felt sick, had run the day before on a challenging course plus some added mileage, I was on my 4th week of high mileage, 3rd weekend of tough runs (18 miler then the half marathon PR before this weekend), and somehow I managed to run that 5K easy at paces that I am not even sure I could run 4 months ago. The 10K was horrible and probably dumb, but I did finish and my pace without the bathroom break and pause before the finish (10:31 pace without breaks) was respectable given the circumstances. And even though I was sick for the next 36ish hours, I still managed to smile and joke with my friends on the way home which makes me proud that I didn’t let it get the best of me.
I also got to meet or see again several of people from one of my online running clubs, The Sub 30 Club. I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time with them as I had hoped, but it was so wonderful to finally get to hug a few people that have gone from people that I look forward to posting in the club, to Facebook friends that we share glimpses of our lives. I never used to be someone who would “friend” someone without meeting them in person, but think I made the proper exceptions in these cases. 😉 And as I said, it was great even to just get to hug them and hear their voice.
I also got to meet Deena Kastor! Saturday morning before heading to the start, she was hanging out on the stage with Bart. I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass to say hello to her and congratulate her on her U.S. Masters Record that she just set last weekend at the Chicago Marathon. She was so nice and Bart was nice enough to take a photo of us together. Maybe some of her speed and strength rubbed off on me for that 5K!
I skipped my run yesterday for obvious reasons and may take my run tomorrow easy instead of doing the planned threshold workout. My body is definitely healing and I feel so much better this morning than I did yesterday in regards to soreness. I’m really looking forward to these two weeks of taper. I can’t wait to see how I feel with a well rested body!