My goals for today were to
1) run 18 miles after work
2) stay focused all day
3) make a little bit of headway on my personal project at work.
I accomplished none of those. Maybe I should have stayed home, because Alex said Buffy was being ultracute all day.
A verbose description of the days events follow.
I didn't end up working on my personal project or staying focused because I was distracted. I got all wrapped up in the logistics associated with the idea of buying a condo. I did a rent vs buy calculator and realized that it might be cheaper to buy the condo directly adjacent to mine and build equity while I do it. In between being mentally unfocused with this not-work related prospect, all I had time for was experiment analysis and Hazmat. I just couldn't be innovative.
Buying a condo, even a cheap one, sounds so amazing to me. Its the american dream. Maybe i just wanted to be distracted at work today.
I ate two bowls of kale carrot and a bowl of pressure cooker steamed broccoli for lunch. I also had dried apples and pistachios as a snack. My stomach felt just fine even though I consulted Dr. Haagen Das after my failed 18 mile run yesterday.
When everyone at the office had gone home, I put on my running clothes and departed. I saw beautiful landscapes and a few ecological reserves that I never realized were within 5 miles of my house. I was going strong until about mile 9. I started running out of energy fast, and I couldnt get my feet more than a few inches off the ground. I was getting severely dehydrated. My stomach didn't feel right. I get scared running at night so we arranged for Alex to intercept me with provisions on his bike at about the half way mark. The sun was setting and I still didn't see him. It took him an hour, but I had only advanced 3 more miles. I started walking because my legs were getting unstable and a funny part of my knee hurt. I dont remember it hurting this bad at the 12 mile mark. I walked until I saw him, and we walked all the way back. We took a shortcut so I didn't have to walk the whole 6 miles back. My stomach felt much better after the gatorade but my legs felt like they were hollow. I suspect this is similar to the time my car ran out of water. My radiator was never the same after that.
So I get home, eat a handful of pistacios and went to take a shower. So at this point, I am thinking that I must not have given it my all because I couldn't even stand in the shower after my 16 miler. I was beating myself up, calling myself a damn quitter. But I admit the shower experience felt weird. At first the water was too hot, then near the end it felt like it was far, far too cold. I cranked that sucker up until I couldn't see the bathroom but the steam. I laid in the shower letting the hot water hit me while my skin goosepimpled. I didn't want to get out because I didn't feel like stepping over the lip.
I dressed, towel dried my hair, then sat down with my sweet puppy. That is when I started feeling massively queasy. I mentioned it to alex and he returned with a plate of fresh pineapple. It made me feel worse. He then offered me a raw carrot. That is when I vomited. I have been trying to keep food down since.
Alex said that as a vegetarian, I have the least offensive vomit. He said it was "basically minestrone". Ew. He can say whatever he wants as long as he cleans it for me while I cry on the couch.
Maybe its the pizza I ate 4 days ago. That pizza made me ultra sick, and this is really the first long run I had since then.
I wish I could strike this day from the record books, because it makes me look like a sickly quitter.
1) run 18 miles after work
2) stay focused all day
3) make a little bit of headway on my personal project at work.
A verbose description of the days events follow.
I didn't end up working on my personal project or staying focused because I was distracted. I got all wrapped up in the logistics associated with the idea of buying a condo. I did a rent vs buy calculator and realized that it might be cheaper to buy the condo directly adjacent to mine and build equity while I do it. In between being mentally unfocused with this not-work related prospect, all I had time for was experiment analysis and Hazmat. I just couldn't be innovative.
Buying a condo, even a cheap one, sounds so amazing to me. Its the american dream. Maybe i just wanted to be distracted at work today.
When everyone at the office had gone home, I put on my running clothes and departed. I saw beautiful landscapes and a few ecological reserves that I never realized were within 5 miles of my house. I was going strong until about mile 9. I started running out of energy fast, and I couldnt get my feet more than a few inches off the ground. I was getting severely dehydrated. My stomach didn't feel right. I get scared running at night so we arranged for Alex to intercept me with provisions on his bike at about the half way mark. The sun was setting and I still didn't see him. It took him an hour, but I had only advanced 3 more miles. I started walking because my legs were getting unstable and a funny part of my knee hurt. I dont remember it hurting this bad at the 12 mile mark. I walked until I saw him, and we walked all the way back. We took a shortcut so I didn't have to walk the whole 6 miles back. My stomach felt much better after the gatorade but my legs felt like they were hollow. I suspect this is similar to the time my car ran out of water. My radiator was never the same after that.
So I get home, eat a handful of pistacios and went to take a shower. So at this point, I am thinking that I must not have given it my all because I couldn't even stand in the shower after my 16 miler. I was beating myself up, calling myself a damn quitter. But I admit the shower experience felt weird. At first the water was too hot, then near the end it felt like it was far, far too cold. I cranked that sucker up until I couldn't see the bathroom but the steam. I laid in the shower letting the hot water hit me while my skin goosepimpled. I didn't want to get out because I didn't feel like stepping over the lip.
I dressed, towel dried my hair, then sat down with my sweet puppy. That is when I started feeling massively queasy. I mentioned it to alex and he returned with a plate of fresh pineapple. It made me feel worse. He then offered me a raw carrot. That is when I vomited. I have been trying to keep food down since.
<insert picture of vomit>
(just kidding)
(just kidding)
Alex said that as a vegetarian, I have the least offensive vomit. He said it was "basically minestrone". Ew. He can say whatever he wants as long as he cleans it for me while I cry on the couch.
Maybe its the pizza I ate 4 days ago. That pizza made me ultra sick, and this is really the first long run I had since then.
I wish I could strike this day from the record books, because it makes me look like a sickly quitter.