Yesterday my training plan wasn't too bad: 50 min run, 1 hr tempo bike. Not wanting to run inside AGAIN, I twisted my training partner's arm and got her to skip a meeting to go run... Given we were already sitting on our butt's from 8am-5pm in boring classes, it didn't take much coaxing. Although the temperatures dropped fast, the sun set quickly, and the sidewalks were still icy, we didn't care. We were both just happy to be outside doing what we love: RUNNING :)
My positive attitude changed quickly when halfway into the run I began experiencing knife stabbing pains in my stomach. It felt like I had bricks bouncing in my belly. I made the dumb mistake of scarfing an entire smoothie power bar on an empty stomach before our run. WTF. SOOO dumb. Note to self-
Oh- did I pay for it....
Luckily I made it back in exactly 50 minutes, just in time to lose my cookies. I laid on my apartment floor for a good 15 minutes before I could even think about sitting on my bike. Luckily my roommate wasn't there to laugh at me laying in my bike gear passed out on the floor. I was not going to give in!
Mr. Sensitive Stomach 1, Heidi 0
I jumped on the pink hotness and had to get off 3 times in the first 10 minutes. Blah.... I was not going to stop. My schedule said 1 hour tempo ride and I was going to get it done with my stomach with me or not. After the first 10 minutes I think I yacked up all of my internal organs, but was able to finish the remaining 50 minutes.
Stomach 4, Heidi 0.5 (for finishing)
This morning I planned on getting my swim in before I hit the books. Still pretty lethargic from my previous nights battle, I thought ahhh, "Heidi it's only 3000 m suck it up!" Not wanting to disturb Mr. Stomach, I ate a small apple and hit the pool. 50 meters into my swim my body just ached. Here we go again I thought to myself....After the 250 warm-up I just focused finishing each set. 6x75s, then 8x150s, 3x200s, and then at last 10x50s. I can't count how many times I was ready to jump out and say screw it -today's not my day. My heart rate was off and my times were.......well i just just stopped timing after my first set. As much as it sucked and as silly as it sounds, I was proud of myself for dealing. We'll call it a tie for my mental toughness. ahhahah
Swim 1, Heidi 1
I jumped on the bus headed back to my apartment. I rushed home as I usually do, not wanting to get chilled with my soaked hair. I reached for my keys only to find that in my previous-night's- puking-daze, I forgot to put my apartment key back on. And my room mate wouldn't be back for hours......I made a lame attempt to break in with an expired plastic card. No love~
Keys 1, Heidi 0
Clearly not every training day can be perfect OR go as planned. For now, I'll take what I've learned and put it to good use in the future. After I've had a good laugh first.....