With a 6 mile leg of a relay race to run the next morning. I texted one of my fellow runners a warning message that I was sick, and wasn't too sure about the race, but that I would get back to her later.
I ended up falling into a deep, coma-like sleep.
And woke up a few hours later, at 2:15pm. Eldest's final football game was at 2:30. The Trenches were empty. Everyone was already at the game.
I tentatively assumed an upright position. And whaddya know? The room wasn't spinning! That was progress.
With each minute that passed, I started to feel better.
And I knew that I couldn't NOT run. I had 4 other teammates to think about.
So I packed my bag for the Cape. And trudged off to the football game.
(Where I had already missed a touchdown by Eldest, but totally lied and told him OF COURSE I saw it-great job buddy!)
After the game (where the smells wafting from the concession stand didn't even make me queasy!) I headed to the Cape to meet up with my teammates.
By this time, it was almost dinner. And I hadn't eaten anything since that fateful baked stuffed haddock (*insert full body shiver here*) at lunch the day before.
Needless to say, I was STARRRRVING. Yet wanted to take it easy. So my dinner consisted of about 3 slices of bread, a half order of linguine with tomatoes, and a salad. Oh, and about 47 glasses of water.
The Cape house where we spent the night?
Cute cute cute!
(I was totally obsessed with this eye-catching and whimsical beach towel set up. Think I could pull this off even though I don't live anywhere near a beach?)
The morning of the marathon dawned bright and chilly. Start time was 8:30am.
So, I had never run a relay before. My honest opinion?
It was stressful!
Trying to figure out the drop-offs and pick-ups. The timing. The navigating. The closed roads. The traffic.
I was the 4th out of 5 runners. So I didn't even start running until about 11am. My leg was Miles 15 through 21 of the marathon route. I felt TOTALLY chintzy starting with and passing some of the marathoners who were obviously dead-legged. And I felt even chintzier when people applauded and cheered as I ran by. There I was, at Mile 17, but really only 2 miles in, and people were encouraging me to keep going!
Anyway, I had a good run. I felt no lasting effects from the food poisoning, which was fortunate.
And my team finished with a respectable 10:33 average mile time.