Yesterday, after I wrote that whole “I skipped to work and life is rainbows” post, my day went from calm to crazy. Within minutes, I transformed from a nice, smiling girl into a stressed out monster.
My day was busy and insane and not nearly as productive as I would have liked.
Luckily, my boss understood.
So here I am today, working from home. I’m dominating all kinds of To Do lists and enjoying being distraction-free.
Needless to say you don’t get a “cute” office outfit photo today.
But let’s backtrack.
After work I went to the gym to do some cross training, as prescribed by Coach Cane. I took a 45-minute Chisel class and put forth minimal effort. I got the exercises done but I just wasn’t into it. My stomach hurt, I was tired and the techno music was just a few decibels too loud.
That’s how you know something is wrong with me. I never think techno music is too loud!
I normally stick around and chase my Chisel with some Cardio Tai Box, but my stomach and I both agreed that it was unnecessary. Instead I headed home, ran some errands, cooked some dinner, took a hot shower and spent some time with a friend.
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The shots are all incredible and there are baby elephants and baby polar bears. Seriously. See this movie. It’s great.
I woke up this morning and felt like crap.
Lately I’m afraid of food. I know, who am I?
Every single thing I eat has been upsetting my stomach. I’ve debated starting a food log so I can figure out which foods are really triggering pain and which ones seem to digest OK. I went to the doctor a week or so ago and my bloodwork results came back normal.
In other words, we have no idea what’s going on.
I set my alarm for 5:30 am today — work from home or no work from home, I’m still an early riser — but it took me forever to get going.
Coach Cane wanted me running 5 slow miles, but my Crohnsy belly wasn’t letting me out the door anytime fast. I was having kind of sharp pains in my lower stomach and didn’t actually get out the door until 8:30 am.
Just as I was heading out the door, I checked Twitter…
Within seconds, I got this response:
Twitter is a fun place.
My first thought was “Heck yeah.”
Susan is an incredible, speedy runner. I love her blog and admire that she’s a nurse, frequently working 12+ hour days and the occasional long night shift, and she still runs marathons like a champion.
So yeah, I want to run with her.
Unfortunately, my body couldn’t keep up at all. I felt bad that we were hovering around a 9-minute mile pace, which is fine for me, but I’m sure a bit slow for her.
Still, running with a new friend made the 5.5 miles go by a bit faster. We talked about running (obviously), marathoning, blogging and New York City.
Thanks for joining me this morning, Susan!
So the running company was great, but everything else was…not.
My legs were barely moving. My body felt tired. My stomach was just…off.
Working from home today is exactly what I need, especially since I’m joining Melissa and friends for my first-ever spinning class at Flywheel Sports tonight. Gotta get my legs fresh by 7:30 pm!
Time to get moving.
ADVICE, PLEASE: One thing I’m especially nervous about as my weekend runs get longer is proper fueling. I’ve never used fuel during a race because I’ve never done more than a half marathon distance. I’m terrified of Gu or gel products (the texture completely freaks me out) but am open to trying other things. Do you have a favorite? I’d love some recommendations! (Note: I love chocolate-flavored things.)