That whole 9-miles-on-the-treadmill thing wasn’t so bad!
I’ll say this once, and then we can all forget it ever happened: You people who listen to music while running may be on to something.
I listened to music on my phone (R.I.P. iPod, I discovered) for the first time in nearly a year, and one of the first songs that came on was "Party in the USA.“ As in Miley Cyrus.
I was like, "HOW HIGH DOES THE VOLUME ON THIS THING GO?”
I broke the run up into a 5-miler and a 4-miler to help defray the mental anguish of the whole 9.
I did 5 miles first so that I was more than halfway done. Then I took a quick bathroom break and tried to pretend I didn’t just run 5 miles when I hopped back on the treadmill.
Denial. Try it.
9 miles – 1:24:51 (9:25 pace).
I ate a Clif Shot during mile 7, which was wayyy too late since I already felt hungry and a bit lightheaded at that time. I had eaten a Larabar right before going the gym, which usually holds me over, but I failed to factor the soul-sucking properties of running on the treadmill into the equation.
The lightheadedness followed me from the treadmill to my car to the grocery store to home. I ate a bunch of grapes and then hopped in the shower before having dinner. Note to smart people: Reverse the order of those activities.
Post-shower, I spent about 15 minutes lying on the floor of my room actively trying not to puke, which was funny in a not-funny way because I didn’t have much of anything in my stomach to puke.
I suspected the cure was to eat something substantial, and yet the thought of that made me want to puke. Again, not funny.
Finally I made some pancakes (odd choice, yet I stand by it) and instantly felt better as I ate them. I still didn’t have much of an appetite, though, so I went to bed having eaten much less than I would normally eat after 9 miles.
Woke up sta-a-a-a-a-rving. Can’t stop eating today. Tummy feels all better.
Still listening to Miley. (You’re welcome.)
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