Today was the day of my goal race. Instead, it was my first DNS (did not start).
Short story: I got sick overnight. I went to a Cinco de Mayo party yesterday and ate way too much. But I got home at a reasonable hour, and made it to bed on time at 9pm. I wasn’t nervous at all, it was probably the most calm I’ve been before a big race. Unfortunately, around 11pm, I woke up to an upset stomach and thought “wait am I still really full, or am I going to throw up?” Answer: throw up.
Initially I thought, maybe it’s nerves. (Despite feeling so calm.) I hoped maybe it’s just this one puking episode, and I can go back to bed and be fine in the morning.
But no, that was not the case. I’ll spare you the details, but I was definitely not fine by morning. Leaving the house wasn’t an option, much less running 13 miles.
Of course it’s a major bummer, I’ve been looking forward to this race for over a year – I wanted to run it last year as a “redemption run” but had a wedding the night before. And a lot of my friends were there today running and cheering. And my best friend ran her second half marathon today and I wanted to be able to cheer for her as she finished.
But no big deal. It’s just a race. There will be other races for me (I’m already considering some options May 18-19). And there were lots of other friends at the race to cheer on my best friend in my place.
It’s just a reminder to be thankful for the days when you can run 13.1 miles, or any distance. Today is not that day for me. Flat runner stayed flat this morning, LOL.