Busy lil' "B"
You know how little kids when they're sleepy, they can pass out in almost any position? They do that cute little semi-drift-off thing and as their head begins to droop their eyes suddenly burst open in alertness, only to slowly close again and repeat the head drooping drift-off once again...
That's me. Right now. At my desk. Struggling to stay awake. It's really that bad. I'm considering taping my eyelids in the "open" position. I'd like to personally thank the folks who created MarioParty 8 for Wii, as they are the reason I get sucked into staying up later than I should. I have no will power for this game. It's a blast. And it's a game that Mike has yet to win (read as, I've won every time we've played). So yes. I'm exhausted.
I should seriously know better.
But I have literally been running on all engines the past few weeks...and the end is in sight...and the end, just so happens to be, August 19th. After a careful consultation with my calendar...we've really got things planned virtually every weekend between now and the 19th...and on that fabulous, hot Sunday we set sail for the Caribbean. It's official. The final balance for our cruise has been paid for in full. We have no more excursions left to book. And really, the only thing I need to do is find one more swimsuit...and we're ready to hit the high seas. In between now and the cruise we have...3 concerts. 6 races (2 of which are triathlons). 2 cubs games. Mike's graduation ceremony and celebration. Graduation party for our friend's lil' sis. 1 yet-to-be-determined game night (woo! WHO'S EXCITED FOR THIS SUCKER?!). 1 out of town wedding. A ridiculous amount of training runs. Countless open water swims. A handful of bike rides. Coupled with the insane stress season at work...I'm left hoping that I can survive.
And it just so happens...the running helps me survive. It's my sing to myself and la la la my cares away time for just me. I look forward to my runs. And it really sucks to have a less than stellar one, though I know we all have 'em from time to time.
Saturday's run, just so happened to be, of those runs where I convinced myself I was NEVER going to run again. It was awful. We had 60 minutes with TNT. First two miles ticked away just fine somewhere between 11 and 12 minute miles.
Then...I'm not sure what happened. But my stomach went into complete and total pissed off mode. It flipped. It flopped. And I was rendered feeling nothing short of nauseus. I found my way to a porta potty convinced it was the dreaded runners trots. Nothing. The nice ladies who were at an Avon Breast Cancer Walk Aid Station encouraged me to drink some poorly-mixed Gatorade. It threw me into dry heaves.
I was left with no other choice than to walk 2.5 miles back to the car, optimistic that I'd be able to at least run part of the way after the feeling passed.
And it was awful. I wanted to cry my stomach was tying in knots so badly. Just before the Totem Pole I stopped for some water. It definitely helped. A few deep breaths later, I dusted myself off...and attempted to run again. My brain and my body were definitely not in synch. Not even 20 strides later I was back walking.
In the end, I had to walk the remaining distance back, leaving me feeling deflated. When I was almost to the car, Mike came out and met me to walk me back in. Poor guy, tried to get me to run again...but that was just not going to happen. I was in a foul mood and basically needed to be left alone.
Looking back, I think I was likely really dehydrated. I remember this time last year I had a few really horrible runs when the weather warmed up. So I'm chalking this up to my body adjusting once again.
The remainder of Saturday and a chunk of Sunday was spent getting her royal awesomeness situated in her new Chicago digs. Her place is seriously super cute. Awesome location and a killer view. I may just move in with her. Okay. Maybe not move in. But invite myself over for slumber parties and what not.
In other news...that little 190 mile race is this weekend...the Great Midwest Relay. Things, for the most part, have come together swimmingly for our lil' ole relay team. E-Speed and Dice get into town tomorrow. We take off Thursday night...and then 12 of us will spend Friday and Saturday taking turns running from Madison to Milwaukee to Chicago. I imagine you'll be able to find a handful of "live" photos from our cell phones on our blogs...to be followed by a lot of photos after we've all recuperated. I'm excited, and take pride in staking my claim as the slowest one on the team. It will definitely be a hoot! I'm crossing my crossables that Saturday's run is not any indication of how the relay will go down.
Mmmk...that about wraps it up for this Tuesday edition of Barb's blog. Until next time, this busy little "B" is buzzing off...
Happy Running!
Song of the moment: Smashing Pumpkins, With Every Light
That's me. Right now. At my desk. Struggling to stay awake. It's really that bad. I'm considering taping my eyelids in the "open" position. I'd like to personally thank the folks who created MarioParty 8 for Wii, as they are the reason I get sucked into staying up later than I should. I have no will power for this game. It's a blast. And it's a game that Mike has yet to win (read as, I've won every time we've played). So yes. I'm exhausted.
I should seriously know better.
But I have literally been running on all engines the past few weeks...and the end is in sight...and the end, just so happens to be, August 19th. After a careful consultation with my calendar...we've really got things planned virtually every weekend between now and the 19th...and on that fabulous, hot Sunday we set sail for the Caribbean. It's official. The final balance for our cruise has been paid for in full. We have no more excursions left to book. And really, the only thing I need to do is find one more swimsuit...and we're ready to hit the high seas. In between now and the cruise we have...3 concerts. 6 races (2 of which are triathlons). 2 cubs games. Mike's graduation ceremony and celebration. Graduation party for our friend's lil' sis. 1 yet-to-be-determined game night (woo! WHO'S EXCITED FOR THIS SUCKER?!). 1 out of town wedding. A ridiculous amount of training runs. Countless open water swims. A handful of bike rides. Coupled with the insane stress season at work...I'm left hoping that I can survive.
And it just so happens...the running helps me survive. It's my sing to myself and la la la my cares away time for just me. I look forward to my runs. And it really sucks to have a less than stellar one, though I know we all have 'em from time to time.
Saturday's run, just so happened to be, of those runs where I convinced myself I was NEVER going to run again. It was awful. We had 60 minutes with TNT. First two miles ticked away just fine somewhere between 11 and 12 minute miles.
Then...I'm not sure what happened. But my stomach went into complete and total pissed off mode. It flipped. It flopped. And I was rendered feeling nothing short of nauseus. I found my way to a porta potty convinced it was the dreaded runners trots. Nothing. The nice ladies who were at an Avon Breast Cancer Walk Aid Station encouraged me to drink some poorly-mixed Gatorade. It threw me into dry heaves.
I was left with no other choice than to walk 2.5 miles back to the car, optimistic that I'd be able to at least run part of the way after the feeling passed.
And it was awful. I wanted to cry my stomach was tying in knots so badly. Just before the Totem Pole I stopped for some water. It definitely helped. A few deep breaths later, I dusted myself off...and attempted to run again. My brain and my body were definitely not in synch. Not even 20 strides later I was back walking.
In the end, I had to walk the remaining distance back, leaving me feeling deflated. When I was almost to the car, Mike came out and met me to walk me back in. Poor guy, tried to get me to run again...but that was just not going to happen. I was in a foul mood and basically needed to be left alone.
Looking back, I think I was likely really dehydrated. I remember this time last year I had a few really horrible runs when the weather warmed up. So I'm chalking this up to my body adjusting once again.
The remainder of Saturday and a chunk of Sunday was spent getting her royal awesomeness situated in her new Chicago digs. Her place is seriously super cute. Awesome location and a killer view. I may just move in with her. Okay. Maybe not move in. But invite myself over for slumber parties and what not.
In other news...that little 190 mile race is this weekend...the Great Midwest Relay. Things, for the most part, have come together swimmingly for our lil' ole relay team. E-Speed and Dice get into town tomorrow. We take off Thursday night...and then 12 of us will spend Friday and Saturday taking turns running from Madison to Milwaukee to Chicago. I imagine you'll be able to find a handful of "live" photos from our cell phones on our blogs...to be followed by a lot of photos after we've all recuperated. I'm excited, and take pride in staking my claim as the slowest one on the team. It will definitely be a hoot! I'm crossing my crossables that Saturday's run is not any indication of how the relay will go down.
Mmmk...that about wraps it up for this Tuesday edition of Barb's blog. Until next time, this busy little "B" is buzzing off...
Happy Running!
Song of the moment: Smashing Pumpkins, With Every Light
Labels: Great Midwest Relay, stress, Why am I so Tired
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 10:31 AM
11 Camper Comments:
duuuuuuude. you know i'm excited for game night. GAME NIGHT! YAY!
second of all, everyone has really super crappy runs where the just want to lay down in the grass and die to end the misery, so try not to worry about it too much. i'm sure it was a fluke and that your next run will be SUPERAWESOME.
third... you guys kinda sorta kick ass. and by kinda sorta I mean totally completely.
you so have to let me play Mario Party 8 tomorrow! ;)
I am so excited for you guys to go on your cruise, you definitely deserve it!
Barb, I am SO sorry to hear about the shitty run on Saturday. That just plain SUCKS! Take care of yourself and get some sleep, girlie, before the big GMR.
Have fun!
Cruises fricking ROCK. I've been five or so. So envious. Well worth the investment.
Oh- game night! I so can't wait. Plus Tom really wants to play wii if you can squeeze it in. I'm so glad that you get to go on a cruise - that is awesome and so well deserved.
Summer IS busy, but to be booked through August is not something I envy you for: I NEED my down time. Get some rest and put the Wii away. Just set it down gently and walk away...
Good luck in the GMR! Good lord that's alota running, but cool to be able to say you've done it.
PS your posts are making me want a Wii. I can't believe I'm the one in the house now begging for video games ...
cruise? did i hear cruise?!
um okay. that's it. NO FAIR. i'm so jealous, i've always wanted to cruise.
don't think too much about the shoddy run. we all have'em. they come and they go. i find they come a little more frequently than they go, but.. its a work in progress.
besides, if it werent for all the bad, we wouldn't appreciate the sweet!
I totally know that feeling: you're jogging along, minding your own business, and then *BAM* your stomach decides to be uncooperative. It's awful to have to walk back to the car.
But look at it this way: at least your got your bad running day out of the way. You shouldn't be due for another one any time soon.
I seriously can't wait for live action photos from the relay. It sounds like wayyyyyyy too much fun!
Big Red gum has kept me awake MANY a time over the last couple of months at work. It's a wonder gum!!
Good luck this weekend and have fun!
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