buffalo burger = bad (b)idea

I wanted to keep the alliteration going there in the title, but I just couldn’t come up with a way to do it  properly…

Ok, so, two part update:

Tuesday I had a great speed workout… 400 m repeats at ~5k pace. I was being optimistic about my current 5k pace and putting it around 18:30 (A man can dream, right?). I figured running my speed stuff a touch faster couldn’t hurt too much. Then I ended up running consistently about 10 sec. faster on all the repeats! End result: training a bit harder than I probably should have. While I didn’t feel it much yesterday, I think it contributed to my crappy feeling today.

This morning was a short-ish (thankfully) 4 miles. To put it simply, I felt like crap. Last night I went out with my roommate and some friends for our weekly Tuesday night beer. I was in a super good mood, though, because I had just gone climbing and had finished my homework early. So, I had an extra beer (the mugs are huge… like maybe 20 oz?) and a buffalo burger with fries and all the fixins. That might not have been a bad idea in and of itself, but it was like 9:30 pm by this time. Needless to say, this morning I felt…. well, I felt like I had a huge buffalo burger and lots of beer in my stomach – heavy and dehydrated. Add an almost overwhelming feeling of being tired, and it was a long run. Lesson learned.

The next couple of days are 6 mile-ers, so I’m going to make a point of taking better care of myself

today’s lesson

One of the many things I love about running a lot is that you really get to know your body. If you’re willing to pay attention, you can really learn what each tick, tock, twitch, and pop inside your body means/is coming from/is trying to tell you.

Today, my body told me that I should never again complete the following sequence of steps:

1) eat breakfast at 6:30 am

2) eat a grapefruit-sized asian pear at 12:00 pm

3) run 6 miles at 1:00 pm

The result of my doing this was the most absurd, Pepto-Bismol commercial-worthy upset stomach I’ve experienced in recent memory.

A bowl of rice later, I’m starting to feel normal again. Thank goodness.