This month’s 12athon kind of took me by surprise. It’s a Monday, so I just thought I would do a straight up 12 miles, maybe throw on some St. Patrick’s Day garb, but that was going to be it. Until Nathan sat down with the challenges list and we started planning. Next thing I knew, I was on a desperate search for Girl Scout Cookies, we were hoarding dirty clothes and shoes, and we were carefully transporting 2 cups of beet juice home from Earth Fare. My plans were to layer on enough clothes to do the Dirty Dozen bonus challenge, eat enough cookies for the Cookie Badge challenge, down enough beet juice for the Beet Goes On challenge, run enough 1/4 mile laps for the Sisyphus, and finish in enough time to score points on the Nighthawk challenge.
We set the alarm for 3:30 this morning and rose in time to head to the GDS track. I knew I would be near 2 and a half hours to finish my 12 and with transitions, it was going to take Nathan a while, too.
We arrived at the track about 4:10 and it seemed as if the gods were smiling upon us when we realized that, for some reason, the door to the men’s room at the concession stand had been left open. With cookies and beet juice for refueling, I was sure I would need to use the facilities at some point (sorry if that is TMI). We recorded separate intros to the run and set off.
I’ll be the first to admit that the first 6-8 miles of this were fun. I got to laugh at Nathan being disgusted by the beet juice and I was kind of flying around the track. (I guess that is because I automatically think “speed work” when I make the rounds at a track.) The cookies kept me fueled pretty well and I actually kind of dug the beet juice.
Somewhere between miles 8 and 9, that ALL changed. Starting round 3 of cookies left me with stomach cramps and feeling completely nauseous. On top of that, I think the temperature dropped because all of a sudden I was freezing and I had already shed my gloves and pants. In hindsight, maybe I should have shed my extra layer of socks before losing my gloves and running tights.
I think this is the most nauseous I’ve ever been during a run that I didn’t just quit. There were a few times I really thought the cookies and beet juice were going to make a comeback, but I just slowed down to a walk and was able to make it through. I actually think I ended up walking a full 400 at the beginning of each of the last 3 miles to allow time for my cookies to settle.
I managed to wrap it all up at 7:23. Yeah, 11 minutes before the official sunrise (according to weather.com). Nathan and I toasted with our Ginger Snapathons and I decided that the rest of the Girl Scout Cookies were definitely going in the trash.
Sheesh, can’t wait for the April event! (You can watch Nathan’s video by clicking here.)