Every runner has done something stupid. We all have. We forgot to pee for a 5th time before leaving the house. Some had too much coffee before a run while others forgot to hydrate. I've heard of runners wearing a new pair of shoes for a longer run and others forgot their tech socks. I'm new to running and have learned from all the dont's. I've listened and tried to not commit the same mistakes. Today my turn was up - I learned my own DON'T!
And this is it: DO NOT EAT SALMON CLOSE TO A RUN. NEVER, EVER, EVER!!!
A crazy day began with the usual chores for a mom. Kids screaming, washing clothes, picking up medicines and then picking up my mom for some quality time. I took my mom to my house so she could have some time with the kids. It was a beautiful day in Miami. A cold front came through and the weather was a divine 64 degrees and sunny. I think to myself, mom is here. I can go for a quick run when the baby naps. YES!
I had planned on making salmon for lunch but as it usually goes with errands, I ran behind on time. This is where stupidity strikes as hard as it can and as I look at the time, I think, "I can bake it in time for lunch and I'll go for my run after". Common sense should have made me run first then eat after. I baked the salmon and I will say, it was delicious. Herb crusted rosemary salmon with lemon and capers. We eat. Stupidity seems to grow with confidence once you let it in because I thought it was fine to run 30 minutes after having lunch. I put the baby to sleep, put my running shoes on, kiss my mom and off I go.
Stupidity gets even stronger as it turns out. I go out the door and decide to run a hard 5 miles. Let me sum it up:
Mile 1, done.
Mile 2, hmmmmmm, I feel like someone is standing on my chest. That's odd. (You would think I would realize at this point that the salmon is making it's way upstream.)
Mile 2.5, I wonder if I am going to pass out. Maybe I can never run again. My time for running is up. I'm so sad. I've been running for a year and now it's going to be taken from me. (Paranoia/anxiety sets in because I have fallen in love with running so I am always worried something will happen to me and I can't run anymore.)
Mile 3, I can't believe I am going to pass out. Let me walk. Oh God, ok, now I have to puke. I hate puking. I hate puking more than passing out. Maybe I can pass out. "Please salmon, don't make me puke... (I'm obviously not in a good state of mind when I begin to bargain with salmon I ate.)
Mile 3.1, Ok, these stomach cramps are not normal. They can't be. Perhaps it's gall stones! Or worse, my appendix ruptured. I need a hospital. I slow down to an almost crawl...
Mile 3.2, The gagging begins and now I'm angry. That f***ing salmon did me in. It's the salmon. I hate salmon. Stupid fish.
Mile 3.3, This has got to be food poisoning. I'm suing Publix after I get out of the hospital. I must be dying.
Mile 3.4, 1/10 of a mile is soooooooooooooo far. I should never eat again. I'm never eating salmon again.
Mile 3.5, Dear God, please, please, please let me get home. It's right around that corner... If I could just get there... I wonder if I have to cancel my half marathon next month. I will probably never be able to run again. This is it. My running career cut short by a damn piece of fish. (I'm obviously not thinking clearly at this point.)
Mile 3.6, I see my house. It's right there. I need to puke. I'm so close. It's nice to puke at home although puking in this crisp air might be nice. I've never puked in cold air. Runners puke all the time. Perhaps today can be my inauguration. I hate puking. I'm not letting that freaking salmon win. Damn salmon. Damn me, why did I run 30 minutes after eating salmon. That damn salmon. Stupid damn salmon.
Mile 3.7, crawl into house. Crawl to bathroom floor. Lay in fetal position. Regroup. I will run again. I will.
30 minutes and a cold shower later, I felt fine. I realized what I had done. I called my husband and had a real good laugh about it, but the lesson was learned - NEVER run right after eating salmon!