I feel like all I have after every race is an excuse. I'm starting to realize however that running really is a precise sport. Sure anyone can do it in theory and you can wear just about anything and survive, to thrive there is a precision that is not for the weak of heart, or brain for that matter.
It's a tightrope I have yet to master.
Thsi past Sunday should have been fantastic. I slept a lot during the week (despite the start of an icky devastating cold sore, migraine and fever- not all at once but rather alternating throughout the week), hadn't run too too much, had done yoga, and had cooperative weather. And then folks, the stomach kicked in. Apparently I ate too much fat/etc the night before. My stomach felt like it was hosting a revolution around mile 4 and WWII by mile 9. I just didn't feel right if that makes any sense.
My time sucked. 2:27 I mean I did stop 2x because I thought i was going ot puke etc but REALLY!?!?
