So I've spotted a disturbing trend in my running. Namely that I become nauseas after running anything over 18 miles. I ran 21 miles today and had the pleasure of seeing my post run snacks a second time around once I arrived home.
I was sick to my stomach the first time I ran 18.6 miles but that was in a race and it was also the farthest I'd ever run at that point AND--dedicated readers will recall--that was when I made the questionable decision to drink an Orange soda immediately after the race. So I kind of wrote that sickness off as a combination of excitement and stupidity.
The last couple of times I've run 19 and 21 miles I've felt sick at the end, but held it in. Today, however, was a different story. Blech.
Not quite sure what to do about this. I've heard Tums may help but the golden rule of running is that you never EVER try anything in a race that you haven't practiced with ahead of time. And I don't know that I'll be able to fit in another superlong run before race weekend. So I'm inclined not to try anything new.
The "good" news is that the nausea doesn't really hit until I stop running. So there you go--added incentive to keep on truckin'.
On a brighter note, it was a beautiful run today. We ran at Salem Lake, which is a 7-mile dirt loop. The trees are red, orange and yellow, the air was brisk, the sun was bright and sent sparkles across the water. People were walking their dogs, some were jogging with their larger dogs, there was a Team In Training marathon group training along with runners in pairs and by themselves. Everyone smiled and said "Good morning" and it was just a good morning to be alive. As Royce, my running partner, said at the end of our laps, "Thank you Jesus for letting me do this yet one more time."