Thursday, March 31, 2011

Thursday's Workout



Tonight my trainer and I talked about:
-My left hip. My...glutius minimus? Is that a thing? Something like that. Is bothering me. Grrrr.
-"Have you seen my monster head?"
-"Try my special protein"
-My armpits smelling like sandwiches. It was really bad today.

Workout:

First, oh my gosh. Let me start by saying that I have been talking about wanting to hang upside down since we first started training, years ago. When we walked into the back room today there was an INVERSION TABLE. I just about died of joy. My trainer hooked me into it, and it was awesome. It's there to stay, and I am very happy.

Then we tried a few leg exercises, but it was hurting my hip, so we moved on to arm exercises.

3x
12 seated curl to shoulder press
12 tricep pulldowns

3x
10 jumping pull ups

3x
12 overhead rows
10 (per arm) one armed assisted pull ups

some really lame planks

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Yay for a good workout.



Did I smell terrible?



THIS BAD.



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Oh, I found another sweater under a pile of stuff at work. 29 sweaters.

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I ate a bag of Reese's Pieces of dinner. It's too hot for real food, and I'm too lazy.

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It's 8:30pm and I'm contemplating a nap.

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What book are you reading right now?

I'm reading Insomnia by Stephen King. It's one of the first books of his I fell in love with. I used to stay up all night reading it in high school. It's just as good as I remember.

Do you reread books?

I do. Frequently. My memory is pretty terrible, so I can re-read my cheesy murder mystery novels about twice a year without remembering "who did it." I've read Catch-22, possibly my favorite book, almost 20 times.

Three Things Thursday

1. I saw this and was like "YES!" It's so true. I don't care if you ran three laps and it took you 20 minutes. I don't care if you only managed 20 minutes walking on the treadmill and thought you were going to keel over. You are getting up and getting out there, and that means you're already winning the hardest battle.



2. Study: 3 square meals a day paired with lean protein help people feel full during weight loss. Eating fewer, regular-sized meals with higher amounts of lean protein can make one feel more full than eating smaller, more frequent meals, according to new research from Purdue University. IIiiiinnnnteresting. I'm not good at eating smaller, more frequent meals, and I looooooooooooooooooove protein, so this is good news that I can just keep rocking what I'm rocking.

3. If I could staple this to the head of everyone who ever told me they don't lift weights because they don't want to look like a man, I would.

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Biggest Loser? DUH. WINNER!



I am a stalker.

Okay, so The Biggest Loser is filmed here:



And I know they're actively shooting because of these:



King Gillette Ranch is open to the public from sun up to sun down. And my brother lives just down the street. So we gathered up the kidlets and headed over.



The gym is the most iconic structure on the grounds, at least when it comes to Biggest Loser stalking.



When I first saw it through the trees I was giddy with excitement.

Every person I saw moving around, I looked. "Are they overweight? IS THAT BOB????" Nope. Everyone was holed up somewhere, or off campus doing a challenge.

I'm pretty sure their dorms are behind me.



And you could see Kara's boxing ring behind the gym.



The gym door was open (airing out the sweat we always see dripping off everyone?), but there was security milling about, so I didn't try to run inside. Maybe next time.

I got some pretty good arm work hauling around my youngest niece, too. She could go on Baby Biggest Loser. hehehe. (Not really. Babies should be fat.)

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Does anyone want to organize a blogger meet-up/BL stalking/hike? Or am I the only one who loves the chance to see someone who isn't even reality tv famous yet (since I'm pretty sure they're filming next season by now, right?)

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Work Out Wednesday



That's SWEAT baby!

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My trainer and I talked about:
-How jacked up my body got after the ultra
-Having symmetrical muscle strength
-How he basically has a girlfriend, but he's not ready to call her his girlfriend
-He had a dream about my brother Sky last night
-One of the benches in the gym is The Cadillac of Benches.

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Workout:

First, he wanted to test my leg muscle symmetry. So, he put two marks on my knees:



Then he did all these tests with my leg in different positions, flexing and pushing and weird stuff. I laughed a lot because it was awkward. Verdict: My hips overcompensate for something, but they do it on both sides.

Then, we worked out.

3x
15 seated rows
15 smith machine chest presses

3x
15 squat to high rows
15 rope curls

3x
12 (per side) single arm chest presses
12 things where I would lie on a weight bench face down and pull weights to my chest of something

3x
15 shoulder pull down things
15 tricep extensions

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During the rope curls he attacked me with his fancy marker.



Hilarious.



I tried to steal the marker from him, but he was too smart for my game.



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Him: Are you back to eating normal again?
Me: Yeah.
Him: I can tell. You have salt bloat.

Awesome. But, hey, I had super salty grilled chicken for dinner last night, with super salty beans. So, that's what happens, Rose.

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We also talked about finding middle ground with my diet. His theory was that my body was rejecting me going off the Slow Carb Diet, and that's why everything went to shit during the ultra. It did kind of make sense. I don't know.

But, I know that right now I'm eating shitty food "because I can." Even if I don't actually want it. It's not good, it's not healthy, and my jeans are telling me to cut that shit out, yo.

Of course, with my mom in town, all food is up in the air. She's an amazing cook, so I'm not limiting what I eat around her. Once she's gone I'll carve out some way to stop shoveling candy bars in my face "because I can."

It hasn't gone too far, though. I still have three unopened boxes of girl scout cookies in my office, staring at me every day.

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What is your workout plan for today?

How have you been eating lately?

6 Fitness Tips Everyone's Heard (That Don't Work at All)

Cracked.com, one of the funniest websites out there these days, has a hilarious article, 6 Fitness Tips Everyone's Heard (That Don't Work at All)

#6. You MUST Eat Breakfast. When subjects were asked to skip breakfast, and even both breakfast and lunch, they actually ended up eating the same or fewer calories than when they'd been eating breakfast.

#5. You Must Get Your BMI Down. You could be 200 pounds of muscle or 200 pounds of fat (give or take some bones and blood or something) and BMI wouldn't know the difference.

#4. Barefoot Running is Best. How can people be so stubbornly sure that barefoot running is the only way for humans to run? There must be a lot of really good research on it, I guess. Except there isn't.

#3. P90X/Muscle Confusion is a Revolutionary Way to Get in Shape. But no, muscles are not people, and they don't get bored. If you're squatting 40 pounds (yes that's me, I'm a weakling) for three sets of 15 reps every single time, then sure, they'll become accustomed to that exact exercise and you'll stop seeing gains after a while. But all you have to do to fix that is lift more weight or change the number of reps or sets, as seen in every single workout program ever. To your muscles, that's new and exciting enough. You don't have to do an entirely different new kind of squat to entertain/shock your jaded muscles. They're muscles, not the Internet.

#2. Want a Snack? Eat Carrots or Celery Instead of a Candy Bar! This advice depends on the assumption that everyone would psychologically accept the celery as a treat when they crave treats. The dirty truth is that sometimes when people want chips, they want goddamn chips. I don't want no carrot sticks or lightly salted fat-free popcorn.

#1. Shed Pounds By Drinking Lots of Water! As Scientific American reports the whole idea seems to stem from a misunderstanding of a 1945 study which recommended that amount of water for the average person. What researchers in that study understood, and people parroting their conclusions don't, is that unless your diet consists wholly of dehydrated biscuits, food also contains water.



This is only a quick summary of the article. Go to their site to read the whole thing in its hilarity.

Now, on to the discussion.

I'm in pretty much full agreement with their assessments of items 6-3. #2 just seems like a petty grudge written by someone who wants to justify eating crappy food. There's no mention of studies done or anything. Just bitterness. Personally, my desire to snack comes mostly from a desire to shove something, anything in my mouth. You're a pervert. I know what you're thinking.

#1. I don't know. I feel better when I drink a crap ton of water. I eat less when I pound a glass of water beforehand. Probably because there's less room in my stomach, and I tend to overeat anyway.

Yes, intelligent discussion going on here.

Anyway, the article is funny, and the points are somewhat interesting. Check it out.

Are there any points you strongly agree with or disagree with?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I'm Not Saying She's A Hole Digger

Last night was hilarious. We had a family dinner, with home made bread (made by me! Also? Undercooked! Still delicious.).

Then, the fun began.

My niece is almost three, and she is hilarious. I spent at least an hour tickle attacking her. Then I scooped her up and did a set of 20 curls, to get my exercise in. We also jumped on the bed, played chase, and laughed and laughed.

She's at the wonderful age where everything is funny and silly and wonderful.

Which led to this:





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This morning I hopped out of bed, threw on house clothes, and dug 5 holes in my back yard. My mom helped plant the rest of the trees, and then I headed off to work.

Digging holes is a great workout. My shirt was drenched in sweat. It was awesome. I was definitely using all my muscles. If I were a crazy person I would get up every morning and dig holes before I went to work. But I'm pretty sure only people on drugs do that. So, yeah.

Let's hope all these trees live (we lost one of the original avocado trees I planted).

New trees to the line up:

Avocado (to replace the one that died)
Peach
Lime
Loquat
Fuyu persimmon

I want fruit NOW. I hope they grow up big and strong.

We still have room in the yard for at least one more tree. We thought about kiwis, but they make my mouth itch. And we never like plums as much as we think we will. I wonder how hard it is to grow an almond tree.

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The next yard steps will be to build garden beds and plant bulbs. I have bulbs already that I need to get in the ground this week. I should probably map out the size of garden beds I want, too, so I can make a list of lumber I need. I'm going to be rocking Square Foot Gardening because it makes so much sense. I'm excited to grow our own vegetables.

I also want to start our own compost pile. I don't know why I'm dragging my feet on that one. All I need is a bucket for the kitchen and a tarp to cover the pile. Lame.

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Tonight is dinner at our house with the family. Afterward maybe I'll do an exercise video with my mom. Or play board games. The night is still young, and I'm not too concerned.

Tomorrow morning I have a gym session. Tomorrow after work I'll be walking around the Biggest Loser Ranch (it's also a state park, so they can't kick me out until dark). Exciting!

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This is what happens when I leave my brother alone with my phone.



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What are your workout plans for today and tomorrow?

If you could only listen to one type of radio station forever, what would it be?


Classic Rock, for sure. Growing up, that was the only radio station we got, and it shaped my musical interests for life, baby.

Half Assed Ultra: Why YOU Should Run a 24-Hour Ultramarathon

No, seriously.

Hear me out.

I ran that baby with ZERO training. None. The longest I had run between the first weekend in December and the ultramarathon was something like 11 miles. That was IT.

I took two naps and a blister break. I mean, come on. I went to sleep in the middle of the race. TWICE. This doesn't even count all the times I sat down and played with kids, or ate stuff, or anything.

I had no idea what I was doing. Flying way, totally blind.

And (at least *during* the run, for the most part, in retrospect), I had a lot of fun.

So you, blog reader, dreamer of dreams, do not be afraid.



YOU can run a half assed ultramarathon, if you follow these easy steps:

1. Pick an ultramarathon that is timed, with a loop. Usually you can find one mile trail loops, but sometimes you have to settle for a high school track. Trust me, it sounds boring, but to achieve your goal of the half assed ultramarathon, this is key. Why? Because you can stop whenever you want/need to. For those of us who dream the half assed dream, the timed+loop course is the only course you should be aiming for. No one needs to come airlift you out if you can't finish. You just go sit by your blankets and cooler and friends for a few hours until you feel like getting up again. SO EASY.

2. Aim low. Did you know that anything over a marathon distance is technically an ultramarathon? 27 miles? Ultramarathon. 28 miles? Ultramarathon. Do you see where I'm going with this? You don't have to run 100 miles to claim the title of Ultramarathoner.

3. Give yourself as much rest as you need. You have 24 hours to go a minimum of 27 miles. That's slightly more than a mile an hour. I'm pretty sure you can crawl that fast. Okay, not really, but you can give yourself plenty of breaks. Shit, you could probably catch 8 hours of sleep and still hit your goal. Boom.

4. Let go. Apparently? A DNF during an ultra? Totally normal. Happens all the time. Let it go. Try again another time.

5. GO SLOW. You know how I knew I would do well in an ultra? My marathon times suck balls. But it was pretty fast for an ultramarathon pace. Fuck yeah.

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Seriously. Unless you are pre-injured, or you actually hurt yourself doing the race, YOU, runner of runs and dreamer of dreams, can run an ultramarathon.

Seriously.

Do not just dare to dream. Go here. Search for TIMED runs. See what's available.

To say "it's not that hard" would be a big Eff You to all those awesome, hard working ultramarathoners, but, listen, to join the Half Assed Ultra club, you just need to dream big, and be a little too stubborn for your own good.

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So, have you ever dreamed of doing an ultramarathon?

Dream no more. DO. Seriously.

This is a sickness, oh, man, I want to do another, but my husband would mock me and kill me.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Mini Goal Monday: Jumping Right In



Trial by fire!

So, I'm back in the groove. Well, I'm planning on being back in the groove. I'll be attending my regularly scheduled double dose of strength training this week. Yay!

Other than that, my mom is in town, so I can't make any fitness promises. She specifically asked me to do a workout with her at some point while she's here. We haven't negotiated what yet, but she's not a runner, so it won't be that.

Anything beyond that will have to see, since it will be family time this week, so I won't be jetting off for a trail run after work.

But I'm excited to get these old bones up and moving again.

My goals:

1. Work out once with my mom
2. Two sessions with my trainer
3. Plant 5 fruit trees
4. Get back to working on my posture.

Taking a week off from exercise kind of let to a literally slump. I'm slouching right now, as I type this, knowing I should be sitting up straight, but not wanting to. Why is slouching so darn comfortable?

Fine. I'm sitting up straight. I hope you're happy.

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How many sweaters do you own?

I counted this morning (I have no idea why), and I own 28 sweaters. I have about 5 that are in constant rotation. The rest I sometimes, occasionally wear. I should probably cull the herd at some point and do a clothing exchange or something. I have a lot of clothes I don't wear anymore.

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What are your goals for the week?

Bacon is Always The Exception

So, remember when I won Heather @ Junk Miles' Cafepress giveaway?

I had my husband design a shirt for me. My idea, his graphic skillz. Pure awesome.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Soxy Sunday: Delayed Gratification

So, I've taken the week off of Knee Socks, sporting my shorter socks, during my recovery. But, I have five days of socks left over from last week that I never reported on.

Starting tomorrow, I will be back to my Soxy Self, so it's time to catch you all up. The green theme is due to the fact that it was St. Patrick's Day week.

Monday: Target


Tuesday: Um I know know. Israel, maybe?


Wednesday: I have no idea.


Thursday: Target


Friday: Again, no idea.


And then I changed into running socks and got my run and recovery on. Oh yeah.

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Yesterday was errand day, and today was cleaning day. We had to pull a bunch of stuff from the garage, which sort of flooded during the LA Downpours of the last week. We got the kitchen cleaned, and the fridge cleaned out. I changed the sheets on both beds, since my mom arrives tomorrow for the week.

Now I'm airing out the garage and kicking back, watching HGTV. It makes me glad we found *our* house, so we're not out there fighting the market.

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This week I'm going to get back into the groove.

I have five more fruit trees to plant. I promised a few runs with Sky, now that it's sunny after work. My mom wanted to work out, so I think I'm going to spring Yoga Booty Ballet on her (and finally get some pictures. I'll be back to my training sessions.

I know it seems like a lot, but I'll be taking it easy. My body is very excited to get back to work.

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Now I need to pull out our new crock pot cookbook and plan a meal for Tuesday that will be ready when I get home from work.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Justin Beiber Works Out

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You guys, I don't even. This is just LOL.

It's hilarious to think I could totally kick his ass in a fight.

Will he look creepier or better with ripped abs?

Errand Day

The best part about taking a week off of exercise is I have no reason to shower.

Dirty hair is not a good reason to shower.

Or so I've been telling myself all week.

(Note: I'm pretty sure I actually showered on Tuesday. I think.)

Today is errand day.

The husband and I are going to:

-Get my car smogged
-Pick out 2-3 new fruit trees for the back yard
-To to AAA and get new tags for both our cars
-Get new sunglasses for the husband

That might be it. I can't remember.

I'm taking a break from Sock Of The Day this week, and wearing normal socks, because I didn't want to ooze foot hole juice all over my precious knee socks. And the thought and trying to maneuver into my picture taking position sounded pretty awful early on in the week.

I saw this in Women's Health Magazine:



Which is great, because I am a huge fan of walking when you need to. It's the lazy in me.

Speaking of lazy, what does Rose have on her calendar for the next month?

Two mud runs, a trip to Texas, and a Toga Party.

Not too shabby.

No real races, which is for the best.

My legs occasionally will have random pains.

They're about as random as this post.

Here's a picture of me on a horse:


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How much lazying around do you get to do on the weekend?

Friday, March 25, 2011

Ultramarathon Recap Part Two: from 9am to 9pm

When last we met, I had taken you through the first twelve hours of my ultramarathon.

Now, let me take you through the rest.



This is when I became an ultramarathoner. BOOM.

Immediately upon receiving that news I sat down and put a band aid on my first noticeable blister. And, whoops, noticed the rest. I also switched socks.



The only one actually hurting me was the one on the side of my heel, so I just ignored the rest. I decided to be smart and play with the EMTs. They put a bit of moleskin over the blister, so I tested that out.

I also had the pleasure of talking to Sophia, who I had met the day before, and who was ready to run.



But first she wanted to make me a cheering poster! I'm the one in the dress/cape on the right.



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"April found a weary girl & we fed and paced her, then raced her."

She's the one in the middle. She didn't eat breakfast, then ran 5 miles. Tisk tisk. We got her a banana, walked with her, then she got her energy back, and somehow I raced her for a quarter lap, which about killed me.



The moleskin wasn't doing much for my blister, so I replaced it with one of my bandaids again.



I beat up some guy in a dinosaur costume.



He terrified Sophia. =(



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No idea why I was slacking so hard. I assume April inspired me (as well as all the kids who were there at that point), and I just motored through.

According to the time stamp on my pictures, I ate some corned beef.



It was delicious.



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Here is where I took a 45 minute nap. I did not mean to. I stopped, just to give myself a little break, and then I was lying down. And then I was waking up. Whoops.

April took off at the end of the hour. She was awesome to come out so far so early, and she definitely helped push me to run.

I think she made me put on sun screen, too, which would explain why I look so pale in this picture.



My blister was bothering me more. I drank half a cup of the most awful coffee I have ever had in my life. Good times.

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I am an excellent foot artist. Can't you tell?

At this point I had matching heel blisters. YAY.

My friend Mike, who ran both my marathons with me, showed up to cheer me on/gimp with me. Sky decided he should stop telling stories and start running.

According to the time stamp, THIS happened:



When this is how I really felt:



Sky also administered another "are you crazy" test. I kept passing, so the tests couldn't have been that good.



Since we were taking pictures (a welcome break from the limping I'd been doing), I posed with my amazing husband.



Sophia came back after her soccer game. That kid LOVED me.



So the husband and I ran a lap with her.



I was pretty sad to see her go. Awesome kid. I had a great time with her.



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The blisters became too much to bear, so I stopped by the EMT tent.

45 minutes, I shit you not, to tape me up properly. Part of it was the head guy was using it as a teaching tool, because, hello, blisters. But, they did an amazing job, and my legs needed the rest.











While I was getting my blisters taped up, Eve and Brian showed up. And they were nice enough to wait around. YAY.

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Sky and Seth left.



Mike left.



I ate a baby hamburger (you can really see in this picture how the sun screen never fully absorbed into my face. Either that or I am very, very unwell).





At this point I decided my goal was 50 miles. It seemed doable. My blisters still hurt, but they weren't hurting worse, so that was a good thing.

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Misha showed up, and for a brief moment I had an entourage walking with me.



Then I decided to crank some miles out, so Eve and I would jog a lap and walk a lap. This lasted for maybe a mile or two, but it was really, really exhausting at this point.

My blisters still hurt. =(

Eve and Brian took off.



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Finally, the moment I had been waiting for for 20 hours. My back started to hurt, probably from standing for so damn long. Ug.

At this point I couldn't pry my wedding ring off my finger. I only noticed because normally I twirl it around my finger absentmindedly, but it was stuck on there like glue.

The EMTs were getting a little playful/bored at this point, so they rigged up their speakers and started playing different songs as people ran buy. The Rocky Theme was one, but my favorite was when they danced to Thriller. Sadly, my camera only caught the tail end.



Can you see why I loved these guys?

The scenery:



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"Put on hat" (it was getting cold)
"took two Tylenol (Thanks Mike)" (the first pain killers I took the whole time)
"Summer Glau is deformed" (it's true)

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One of the other runners, Sal, was counting down laps. he KNEW his goal. Two back to back marathons. What a goal! So, I adopted it as my own, pretty much as soon as I hit 50 miles.

Marla and Andrew arrived, which was awesome, because I needed them. Moving forward was hard.



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So, here's how the final hour went down:

I had what I thought was an accurate lap count in my head. I counted down each lap I needed, which was pretty much the only thing that kept me going.

I finished my final lap with about 30 minutes to spare. The EMTs all got up and walked my final lap with me. It was awesome. I felt like a rock star. A very, very tired rock star.

A few minutes later the count came back. I was one off. I didn't know what to do. So, I started crying. My husband grabbed my arm, and we walked that final lap.

And as we finished it, they said I should do one more lap, just to be sure. I didn't have anything in me, but, I got that one more lap in.

And I finished. And I cried.



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The race was done, but we were two hours from home, and my cheer squad was hungry.

I quickly (well, as quickly as I could) changed into fleece pajama pants and slippers. We drove to a restaurant about a mile away. I hobbled into the bathroom and changed into a clean, dry shirt and a giant sweatshirt. I shuffled out to the table, and sat down.

Nothing on the menu looked appealing. The idea of food sickened me. And I was ravenous. I ordered an iced tea and a blt.

I made it two bites in, stared off into space for a few minutes, then went out to the car to sleep.

I drifted in and out of sleep in the parking lot, and on the drive home.

Once home I cowered in the shower and curled up in bed.

And hour later I was curled up around the toilet, puking up everything in my stomach, and then trying to puke up more. My whole body hurt so much already, this was just awful, so much pain.

After, I curled back up into bed. "I'm so sorry," I kept repeating to my husband. "I never want to feel this way again."

That night I slept so poorly. Finally, around 9am, resigned to the fact that I just wasn't going to sleep/back to sleep, I got out of bed and hobbled into the living room. I still felt awful. I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up again.

I curled up on the couch. I only managed an hour of playing on the internet before sleep overcame me. I slept for eight blissful hours on the couch.

I woke up, watched three hours of tv, ate a piece of toast, and slept for another 12 hours.

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And that is truly where the ultramarathon story ends, not at the finish line, which was crossed with tears and whimper, but in the survival of the aftershocks.

Those 36 hours after crossing the finish line are what dance in my mind when I toy with thoughts of trying this again.