This past Sunday, I ran 11km for the first time in my entire life. Previously, my longest run had been 10km, and I am now in that glorious chapter of First-Time Half-Marathon training where every Sunday, I achieve my longest distance yet all the way up until Race Day. So let’s just say I’ll be slightly on my high horse for the next little while. I do not apologize.
On Saturday night, we went to a friend’s housewarming party. Actually, I should back up. Saturday at work was a food disaster, and I was weak. So, so weak. I know myself well enough to know that I have an extremely iffy stomach to begin with when it comes to junk food, and also that I do not do well if my nutrition is not as clean as possible for at least a day or two before a long run. Keep in mind, at this point in my running journey, I consider anything longer than 7k to be a long run. So, yeah, I’m pretty sensitive.
Sean and I had planned to run a Sunday morning 11k with his dad and a family friend, and I was actually really looking forward to it. Gord and Carie are both seasoned runners and I always learn a lot and leave feeling inspired when I run with them.
But on Saturday, one thing led to another…and between a pizza lunch at work, a few bites of a coworker’s birthday cheesecake, and then random appetizers and a glass of sangria at the housewarming party, my stomach was downright pissed. Sensitive Ashley Stomach decided to kick it into overdrive, and I was awake from 12:30am – 5:30am sick from both ends. Lovely.
I woke Sean up around 7am to explain that I’d only slept 2 hours and had spent the remainder of the night emptying my stomach contents. It was also absolutely pouring rain, which did not seem appealing at all. He said maybe we’d be smart to cancel the run, and I agreed. I was exhausted. But as soon as Sean left to tell Gord the run was off, I ran downstairs to say that we were still going. And I’m glad I did. Both of them were already sitting in the living room with their running clothes on. How could I say no? I popped some meds to calm my stomach (and stop me from shitting myself on the run), bundled up in my rain coat, and we were off.
The run was hard. Gord had set out an 11k route around the Glenmore Reservoir area, complete with more hills than I have ever experienced. From the 4.5k mark all the way up until 9k, I was fighting wicked stomach cramping and unbelievable exhaustion. We maintained an average pace of 6:41, which is slow for all of us, but nobody complained. I managed to find a burst of energy to pick up the pace to 5:55 for the final kilometre. Even though I felt like I was going to projectile vomit everywhere for over an hour, the run was worth it – as it always is – and I was beaming all day from my newest accomplishment.
Also – can I just send out a huge shout out to Sean for being such an amazing human being? My poor dear sweet boyfriend doesn’t even like running that much, yet he now does 2-3 short morning runs every week, (on his own!) and has recently been tagging along (AKA kicking ass and taking names) on my long runs. This was also his first 11k. Last weekend was his first 10k. He’s honestly just so freaking fantastic and I cannot express my gratitude for his support enough.
After the run, we headed home for a shower and then took Gord out for a well-deserved brunch before heading to the Grand Opening of the Show Homes. It was so amazing to see exactly what it is we’re going to be building! Everything is so beautiful and perfect and I cannot wait to take possession of our new home. More to come on all of that later.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend full of adventures, fresh air, elevated heart rates and delicious food! Have an epic week, everyone!
What does it take to make you cancel a run?
Do you stick to a specific sort of diet the day before a long run?
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