What's Up Chuck?

I don’t remember the last time I vomited. I’ve been married for 5 years, and I haven’t thrown up in that time, so it must have been at some time before that. It’s been soooo long. Until today.

Today I ran the 31st Annual Azalea Train Run (10k) in Mobile, Alabama. The volunteers were serving water on the course, and every time I came across a water stop, I drank a few sips, poured the rest out, and ran on. And yes, I said ran. I ran the whole dang thing! It’s been since that day in November when I ran 7 miles straight that I have run this much at one time.

When the finish line was in sight, I pushed it into high gear and sailed past the finish line, and abruptly stopped and walked. And then I tasted the watery bile. And then the water came up. And then I felt better. I felt sorry for the spectators who were watching, but it was very few.

So, now I have to start all over again counting the days since I last threw up. But does it really count if it was just water?

On another note, I wore my Saucony shoes to run the 10k. I've been wearing them to school for a little while to break them in. Good news: No blood. No blisters.

And, something else: When I ran straight through the 10k, I finished in about the same amount of time as I did when I took walk breaks in the Mercedes Half (my Mercedes pace was 3 seconds slower). So, survey says that I will be taking walk breaks for the Country Music Marathon in five weeks.

Texas Two-Step

We're in Texas for Spring Break. It turns out that Kat, our running buddy, is also in Texas, and in a crazy "it's a small world" way is only minutes from us. Her parents live down the road from my parents!

This weekend in our training for the Country Music Marathon in Nashville, we were supposed to do 18 miles, but, and this shouldn't have been a surprise since I was here in July and found the exact same thing, we're on the other side of the time zone and it's dark at 6 a.m. here. On top of that, I haven't done any real running lately, and I certainly haven't been out for a Saturday morning run in a while. So, we got started at 7:30 this morning and decided to only do 12 miles.

Well, the wind is sweeping down the plains today, but I really am enjoying the nice weather. We seriously didn't finish until 11. Yes, that's right. 12 miles. 3.5 hours. That would be a freaking long marathon.

Later this week we head to Nashville for Olympic qualifying soccer, and I told Eli that we need to find some parks where we can go walking/running. Unfortunately, the weather there is not supposed to be as nice as the weather here. We'll see.