I had an incident this week. An incident, that to many, would be too embarrassing to write about. But really it's life. And life sometimes is embarrassing and when it was happening, I was laughing that "I totally need to blog about it." So I am. Because many believe, us bloggers, only write about the wonderful things we do so that our lives look perfect. Believe me, as much as I would love for all of you to think my life is perfect, it is so far from perfect, I might as well give you a good laugh today on my expense. And another similar reason why I am going to let you in on this little secret, is because some of you have left comments and wrote the sweetest emails to me about how I have encouraged you to get fit and healthy. And since I have been letting you guys in on my Running Journals, I guess I should let you in on even embarrassing parts of my running chronicles. So with all of the said, to my mom, dad, mother-in-law and father-in-law, you may want to stop reading now, so that you won't be embarrassed that I am going to go where none of you would think I would ever go in writing. Just warning you!
You all know I have some crazy physical issues that no doctor has yet to diagnose. I have some annoying joint pain and muscular tightness but I also have abdominal issues that cause me to be nauseous probably 50% of the time (along with digestive issues and I will let you come to your own conclusion on that one).
So on Monday I woke up with these said "digestive issues". I was nauseous all day long. The funny thing is, I have not eaten out for 2 weeks and everything I have eaten the rest of the family has eaten. So my issues weren't food poisoning issues per say. I felt bad enough that I chose not to work out. Monday night continued my nausea spell and digestive issues through until Tuesday morning. The digestive issues seemed to be slowing down and I planned on doing my outdoor run later that day with Bekah. I was still pretty nauseous but continued eating throughout the day and staying hydrated.
When it was time to run, we decided to run a bike path nearby. It was our first time running this bike path so we didn't know exactly what was in store for us. And really, WE HAD NO IDEA what was in store for us this day.
When we began running, I joked with Bekah about my "issues" and that I may be letting "them fly" as you would say. She laughed because there really isn't much that embarrasses us in our friendship and her being a runner, she has experienced much more that I could be embarrassed about.
So about 2 miles into the run, my stomach started making some funky noises. You know - THOSE noises. I laughed it off and told Bekah that she shouldn't make me laugh because I may not be able to hold it in and since were still about a mile and a half from the car, we kinda just had to keep on moving. Two and a half miles through, I still feel a little weird but not anything that I was too concerned about. Still making jokes!
Three miles in, I start feeling pretty sick, but we had one option, keep running because we were not close to ANYTHING. Unless I wanted to veer off the path, head through the "woods" and go knocking on someones's back door. And at one point, I seriously thought about it.
At this point, I really wished there had been a disgusting, not been cleaned all winter Porta-potty, somewhere on the side of the path. But we knew better.
Three and a quarter miles. The end is in sight and I think I am going to at least make it to the truck. At this point, I even joked that I hoped I still had the boys training potty in the back. HA!
But then it HIT!
The path ended but we were still a good distance to the parking lot where the truck was.
I started frantically searching for any piece of real estate that I could hide behind, because I WASN'T OKAY! Panic set in. What if the teenagers on the bike came riding by, or the old man who was rollerblading (who had shaved legs and short shorts on) rode by, what if the family with the kids wandered by, or the elderly couple that was out for a afternoon stroll, because these were all people we passed the first time.
All there was, was trees and shrubbery. I started searching for any opening that would allow me to get into the deeper into the shrubbery so that at least I was some what covered.
Then the pain went away.
A huge sigh of relief.
Unfortunately that sigh was interrupted with the emergency pain of getting close to poopin' my pants. I yelled at Bekah to run to the truck to get wet wipes - you know "run as FAST AS YOU can, even though we just finished a 3.5 mile run".
I literally dove into the shrubbery, trying as best as I could to notice if there was poison ivy or not but at that point it was more to know if I would be getting it instead of trying to avoid it.
I found a larger tree and dropped my drawers. And it was a good thing I did at that moment because I was SICK. IT just kept coming and coming. Which I still don't understand because remember, I had been dealing with this for 2 days already, so really I don't know where it was all coming from.
But after I finished a had to stay squatted in that position until slow poke -just joking Bekah did amazing but it felt like ETERNITY until she got back. All the while having to look over my should in hopes that no one turned the curve and got a scary surprise. Or the people working in the office building a few hundred feet away happened to look out their windows.
After an eternity of squatting like a bear in the woods, Bekah got back and threw the wet wipes at me and retreated back to the intersection of where people may enter the path so she could direct traffic.
After I exited the shrubs, she asked if I was okay and mentioned I shouldn't be embarrassed. I informed her that I wasn't embarrassed at all, because really it could have been worse. I mean let's face it: we could have went for a run in a neighborhood where there was no where to hide, we could have ran at a local park we like to run at the is just pretty much an open field, someone could have been on the path and passed me during the ordeal, we could have driven one of the other vehicles that didn't have wet wipes. I mean the list could go on, so in reality, I was not embarassed that Bekah had to see me in this state.
After I assured her that I wasn't embarrassed she said, "okay good because I was totally laughing hysterically all the way to the truck but I didn't want you to know that." Shoot I was laughing hysterically until I realized that if I am having these issues now - what's going to happen when we start running our long runs in preparation for the half or EVEN WORSE during the half!
When I decided to write about this, I texted Jenny immediately because she is the master of blog titles. She's kinda funny and brilliant like that. And the funny thing is, she just wrote a post about that last week (Titling blog posts not poop). Here is the text convo, again for your laughing pleasure. And I am extremely surprised she didn't make some sort of snarky comment that I totally deserve this since, you know, it involved running and all!
And as if this wasn't enough, I sat down yesterday to read my new Runner's World and what do I find:
I like to think I have joined an elite group. And trust me, the TP is in the truck along with some poopy bags! HA! And if you ever have the pleasure of running with me you've been warned ;-).
So how have your runs been going? (No pun intended, okay fine maybe a little)