I should have known better than to sign up for a half marathon with so little running completed during the past month. But I did it more out of resurrecting happy memories of running the race in years past. It's been quite a long time since I've participated in this event. I arrived at the starting line early and felt good. I chatted with a few women standing near me, sharing stories of running and Thanksgiving meal preparation.The second lesson re-learned was: don't try anything new on race day. Around 7 miles I ate one of the two packs of jelly sports beans they were handing out. I loved the orange flavor and I thought it was exactly what I needed. Unfortunately, I started feeling nauseous a mile later. At 10 miles I ate the other pack in the hopes that it would make me feel better. But I started feeling even worse. At mile 11 I vomited and slowed to a combination of walking/jogging. I vomited again a mile later and barely made it to the finish line, in 2 hours and 43 minutes. What a major disappointment.
I grabbed some cheese/peanut butter crackers at the finish chute and hoped they would settle my stomach. I still felt quesy walking to the subway station and prayed I wouldn't vomit on the train. I debated about calling my sister and cancelling our afternoon plans. But thankfully I kept things down for the rest of the day and began feeling better an hour or two later. After showering and realizing that I didn't have a virus, I drove to my sister's house. We then went to her mother-in-law's house for Thanksgiving dinner. I enjoyed visiting with them and am so glad I recovered quickly enough to not have to cancel these plans.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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