One of my favorite sayings is
As I was getting ready to go for my 9 mile run, I was telling myself, "Self, just get in the miles - this is a stepback week. The cramping will probably go away. BESIDES! You have the silver (pink) bullet"
The pink bullet. Pepto. . . . In front of my wife's outhouse. How appropriate.
The Max means "Maximum Stupidity"
So I took a bit swig of Pepto and THEN I thought to myself (this was at 4:50am): "Oh shit, this looks / tastes old, when did it expire anyway?"
03/2011. I'm no mathematician or ancient Mayan calendar expert, but that can't be good.
Welp, I decided that the damage was done, and I was already all Body-glided up and didn't want to make my bed gross, so I headed out. Honestly, the first half mile or mile wasn't all that bad. I always feel a bit off during the first parts of runs anyway so I figured that the strange feeling that I had was just more of the 5am blahs. It wasn't. At the 1.5 mile mark, my stomach did one of those "I'm a rag and am going to try to wring out the Pepto" deals. It only went downhill from there.
The 3.7 miles that I put in were a combination of 1.5 miles of running, 1 mile of run/walking, and 1.2 miles of "deep breaths / speed walking / faster faster faster / get home".
Here is my best "dramatic reenactment". I think that I could get a B-Roll acting gig.
So, what did I learn? Don't be a slave to your schedule! Adjust and move forward. But, I guess I already knew that. . . . . So I didn't learn anything. Crap.
Anyone else do something that they knew was a bad idea with expected (disastrous) results?