Last week was spent tapering and getting ready for the Philadelphia half marathon. Most people know how that went from Instagram, but I’ll write a race recap later this week.
|Monday:||Easy 30 minutes|
|Tuesday:||Easy 60 minutes|
|Wednesday:||Easy 30 minutes|
|Friday:||Easy 30 minutes|
|Saturday:||Philadelphia Half (1:27.57)|
During the week, runs felt harder than they should. By Wednesday, I knew my body was not recovering as fast I hoped.
I mentioned two weeks that I got food poisoning but I didn’t go into much detail. To be honest, I thought it would go away within 24 hours, but it hasn’t and can take up to 70 days to fully vacate the body.
14 days ago, I was violently puking and couldn’t leave the couch (minus to get looked at). While I’m allowed to run, longer runs might irritate my stomach. So far, I’ve found longer, faster, runs (IE: the half) have not been pleasant. Everything else has been ok, I just find myself more tired all of the time. Luckily, I don’t have any more half marathons on the radar until 2018.
Philadelphia Half Marathon (1:27.57):
I have so much reflective stuff to say about this race. I started the race running with my husband (who ran a 1:24.59), my good friend Erin, and runner Alana. Around mile 4, I knew my stomach and my legs didn’t have it. It’s hard to let people you know you “you should be able to hang with” go, but sometimes that is how it works.
Around mile 6, I felt as though I was going to puke, and started scanning for porta potties. Then, I saw no less than 10 of my friends cheering, people who come into the store, and just people I knew. Somehow, I held off until between mile 9-10. I dashed into a bathroom. It’s one of two races I’ve stopped and the only race I’ve puked. To be honest, I don’t think I lost that much time, maybe a minute at most.
I powered to the finish in 1:27.57. Not my slowest or fastest half marathon but I’m proud to finish. I know I’m in better shape, but you must race for how you feel that day.
Ran a 1:28 today at the Philly half. Due to food poisoning, it was one of two races I've ever stopped mid race at a bathroom. The only one I've ever vomed at! I am proud of myself for not giving up and sticking through and crossing the finish line. A few of my faster miles were at the end. Not my fastest half, not my slowest but any race you can finish smiling is ok.
I’m looking forward to doing shorter races until my body heals which haven’t irritated my stomach as much.
Questions for you:
Have you ever had food poisoning?
What does a taper week for you look like?