This past Saturday I was scheduled to run 11 miles for my weekly long run. I was going to use this as a final evaluation for my attempt of keeping a 10:20 or better pace for this week's half marathon. Little did I know that my plan was thwarted my Friday night's dinner decision. Lady M, the girls and I treated ourselves to a great cheeseburger from Five Guys. This wasn't the first time that I've had Five Guys the night before a run so I never thought it could come back and bite me in the end. I. Was. Wrong.
The morning routine was no different from every other Saturday run. I got up and did my business while checking facebook and playing my turn on Wordfued...see I can multitask. My legs were really tired/heavy but I attributed them to running 5 miles, on back to back days, at a faster pace than I'm used to. My stomach started out fine but the more I ran the more uneasy it felt. I decided that the 1.5 mile mark would be the point of no return. I either keep running and face the consequences, find a tree to hide behind (then run the rest without 1 sock), or turn around and head back home.
I opted for make this a 3 mile run, with the chance of heading back out a finishing the remaining 8 once I was feeling better. It proved to be a good decision. I'm proud to say that I'm still on track for completing my overall goal for 2011.
I never made it out for the rest of the run though. After feeling better, my two oldest daughters came downstairs and asked me to watch cartoons with them since I was already back from running. I didn't have the heart to tell them that I still have over an hours worth of running left. Plus my time was already booked for the late morning/early afternoon for my fantasy baseabll keeper league draft so I knew I couldn't spend time with them later in the day.
This was the best decision I made all weekend. Sure I might regret not finishing the run but I wouldn't trade snuggling up to my girls early in morning for anything...even if they both said that I stink and need a shower.