October 26, 2012
The joy of running nauseated for 9+ miles
Above, me at the finish of last Sunday's Charlottesville Half-Marathon, previously described in a post this past Tuesday.
Suffice to say that it was one of my all-time Top 10 Worst Running Experiences.
Anyhoo, all's well that ends well — or at least ends, in the case of that wretched race.
I crossed the finish line at 2:32, long after I'd turned off my watch at the end of mile 4 when the big-time stomach upset started, to intensify over the next mile to the point that I was expending more effort anticipating a quick bolt off the course to either upchuck or download — or both, I couldn't tell which was more likely — than I was running.
But neither happened, so I just resigned myself to finishing out the last 8+ miles in whatever fashion I could.
If it looks like my eyes are rolled back up into my head — IT'S BECAUSE THEY WERE.
That's the way I roll.
But I digress.
You know what?
Race day was a great day.
Because it perfectly epitomized my favorite motto: "The hard way is the best way. Not because it is the best way—but because it is the hard way."
If that makes sense to you, we could be friends.
If it doesn't, no worries: we might still be able to be friends.
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great race number. great story.
I'm signing up for my first half on Friday. I get to run through the San Diego Wild Animal Park. I really think a giraffe at the end will be the only way I make it to the end. :)
Very inspirational BookofJoe.
Posted by: bre | Oct 29, 2012 3:30:19 PM
I ran my first 50 mile run on Saturday. Cold, painful, and now two days out, can't wait to do it again. Totally understand where you are coming from.
Posted by: Scott Jenkins | Oct 29, 2012 12:09:44 PM
You may have felt like crap, but you looked lovely, and here in California that's what really matters.
Posted by: tamra | Oct 27, 2012 2:57:02 AM
why do you torture yourself so joe?
Posted by: sherlock | Oct 27, 2012 1:33:48 AM
You might enjoy this:
Posted by: Fred | Oct 26, 2012 10:08:53 PM
The hard way is the best way because, ultimately, the hard way is the easy way.
When I was a teenager, my flute teacher (fantastic musician) used to make me learn how to play each exercise lots of different ways - slurred, staccato, double-tongue, down the metronome, transposed, everything. He always said "you don't know it till you can do that, and you'll do it till you know it, then the difficult becomes fun."
Posted by: Flautist | Oct 26, 2012 10:05:03 PM
I love that. "the hard way is the best way." so very true.
Posted by: Whmom2 | Oct 26, 2012 9:16:43 PM
Your quote reminds me of my halcion days of cycling... where the best rides (to me at least) was during 90 degree plus heatwaves.
Posted by: Rocketboy | Oct 26, 2012 8:27:35 PM
Were you warm enough? Did you wear enough clothes to retain your body heat?
Years ago, when I first began running, dressed in shorts and tank top, I felt horrible with chills, nausea and so forth. I found through trial and error that I needed more insulation and began suiting up like Rocky.
But that's what works for me. Some people run lightly dressed in extreme cold weather.
Posted by: Kay | Oct 26, 2012 7:21:08 PM
I only run when chased by a large, angry dog. I cannot imagine running any distance nauseated...
As a ex-cyclist, I understand the joy of doing something the "hard way" .
Posted by: Rattlesnake Jake | Oct 26, 2012 5:39:26 PM
Congratulations!!! What a big accomplishment, and I mean more than the actual race. :)
Posted by: Diana Adams | Oct 26, 2012 5:29:16 PM
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