So this morning I got up early to go. I drank my coffee and had my breakfast. It was super cold out, only about 40 when I left. Despite the temperature I wore capris and then a short sleeve tech shirt with a long sleeve cotton shirt over it. I couldn't find any of my long sleeve tech shirts. They must be packed away with my winter stuff.
I really wasn't feeling this run today. I decided to start running as soon as I got to the end of the block. Usually I walk about ten minutes or until I've gone up a large hill I have to climb up to get out of my little neighborhood. I just wanted to get these miles over with. I ran the four block to the hill then walked up the hill. My stomach was kind of bothering me, but I figured I would be fine after a bit. I ran through a cemetery that I pass to add on another mile and took a GU on my way back out to the street in hopes that it would give me a little energy.
By this point, I was walking a lot. I had a lot of pressure in my stomach, but figured it was from my water belt pushing on it. I continued on my way and figured after each mile I would feel a little bit better. A little after mile three I was really gassy...at least that's all I thought it was. I ended up sharting! I stopped dead in my tracks and didn't really know what to do. Should I keep going? Should I call Kevin to come pick me up? What a sh*tty run!
I ended up deciding to just run home. Kevin was sleeping and probably wouldn't hear the phone. And this way, I could at least get in a couple more miles (you know you're a runner when...). I had to stop and walk a couple of times because of fear I would further poo my pants, but my pace really picked up!
I finally got home and told Kevin what happened. He said he just woke up, so not calling him was a good decision. After I changed and spent some quality bathroom time, I thought I would be good to do at least three more miles. I headed out and after about a tenth of a mile my stomach was not cooperating. I turned right around and called it quits.
My first and second runs. |
Kevin and I went to his parents house to celebrate his sister's 30th birthday. They were having lasagna and his mom made me my very own since I don't eat meat. I thought that was super sweet of her! It was very good.
Then we came home and watched the rest of the Packer game. They lost by 3 points. I blame myself. Every time I watch them they end up losing.
Who is your favorite sports team?
Have a great Sunday!