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The Aftermath


Yesterday's run - Long Canyon in Sedona

(For some reason my last post Before the sickness hit did not show up in Google Reader or people's blogs. Just FYI.)

So. We are talking about the aftermath of the St. George Halfmarathon here. I just feel like I have not quite concluded that story and some of you might still want to know what happened to the planned bike ride.

Well, it went something like this:

I am still shivering in the car while Jen goes to check if the condo is open. While she is gone, I happen to find a big bag of Peanut M&Ms. Perfect post-race recovery snack, right? Protein? Check. Carbs? Check. Fat? Check. Great! I snarf down a handful and (un)fortunately don't feel like eating more. Something must be seriously wrong with me. On a normal day I could eat the whole bag and feel just fine.

I am considering the hot tub but the thought of having to walk to and from the hot tub is unbearable. A long hot shower it is. Then warm clothing, compression socks, and a nap. Sort of. It is kinda hard to sleep when your head wants to explode. There is no way I am missing out on an awesome group ride if I don't absolutely have to, so I drag myself out of bed and get ready.

It's a beautiful day, we had about 30 people, and I love the Veyo loop. I am also really looking forward to spending some more time with Jen and Anne. (Assuming I can keep up with them.) My legs feel better than anticipated and I am getting my hopes up. For about 3 minutes. Then my lungs feel like they are going to burst any second. I am in serious trouble. I don't wanna give up but after about 10 minutes I know there is only one way to go for me - back to the car. I barely make it back. I am not really mad. Just a little sad. I tried, I gave it my best shot, and that is all I can ask of my body.

Back to the condo. More napping. Trying to be social when the others get back but I can't really talk and laughing kills me. I even skip dinner with the whole group and watch a movie instead. After all, I want to get over this sickness as quickly as possible and resume training. The rest of the trip is pretty uneventful since most everybody leaves Saturday night. I decide to stay until Sunday morning and take it easy on the drive back. I do get to enjoy some fun tri-talk with Missy, Tony, and Steve. There is pretty much nothing I'd rather talk about than triathlon. Not even my kids.

That't it. End of story. My next trip to St. George proves to be much, much better. I can't wait to tell you all about it.

PS: So Jameson was right. Sorry to disappoint those of you who thought I was made of iron and could handle anything... Not so.


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