Dry Heaving Episode
I find it fascinating that any blog that starts with the phrase:
“I ran in the rain today and it was g-l-o-r-i-o-u-s!”
Could end with the phrase:
“I must thank God no one was there at the end to witness my 30 second dry-heaving episode.”
Running has never felt like that for me. There are times after a race that I have felt like I was going to faint because of poor planning on the part of the race directors, but I have never run so fast that I want to barf afterward. I wonder if that means that I’m reasonable or that I’m not pushing myself hard enough.
Running is a joyful thing to me. Pushing myself so hard that I get dry heaves just doesn’t sound appealing. It actually seems like a punishment. It seems like abuse. I know Mark was doing a time test to see if his times have improved since his recovery, but I don’t know if I could ever get to the point where I can say, “The run was glorious,” and “I almost threw up,” in one breath.
I guess we’ll see.
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August 30th, 2005 at 9:49 pm
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August 30th, 2005 at 9:56 pm
After I stopped laughing, I thought about this some more. I think what you will find from many passionate runners/bikers etc is that there is joy in pushing oneself to the absolute limits. 🙂