It couldn't sound any worse than that, could it?
But seriously now, running 64 km in 6 hours can't really be healthy, can it? Perhaps it was when I was sitting in the sandbox with my doctor (there are also positives to having my doctor be my neighbor) that I realized how absolutely insane the race sounded. "You did what? SR did it, too?" He was definitely more shocked by the fact that SR also ran, as SR is generally considered the "normal" one between the two of us.
But SR hasn't looked back. He went running yesterday - pain free.
I, on the other hand, went through the following:
(PUD = post ultra day)
- PUD 1 (5:45 am) - wake up early with insatiable desire to do math equations - begin to feel nauseated if not constantly doing math; distract myself by writing blog post
- PUD 1 (10 am) - ask SR to pull over the car so I can vomit on the side of the road (meanwhile, I pick out fancy stones for the Lorax without vomit on)
- PUD 1 (2 pm) - invited over to doctor neighbor's house (by his wife), but can't calm down. Must work and/or do something at every moment. Agonizing sense of urgency lasts all day, yet unable to accomplish anything. Refuse sitting down for hot chocolate as I have "things" I need to do.
-PUD 1 - (8pm) SR puts on a movie and I start crying, fearing it won't be good, then realize I can't pay attention enough to understand what is being said anyway.
- PUD 2 (7am) - wake up after 9 hours of sleep, but, again, math equations - they won't stop.
- PUD 2 - acne breakout all over my face (I am not normally an acne sufferer), small bleeding sores develop around my lips
-PUD 3 - return to "relative" normalcy
Not that long ago, I wrote a post about how ultras were not necessarily unhealthy. But let's be honest, does anyone run ultras to do the body good? Or am I the only one who feels like a wacked out woman on Prednisone after running an ultra (sidenote: is wacked really spelled "whacked"? - why do I find that so funny? whhhhhacked)? Perhaps it's because I want to get pregnant that I am extra in-tune with what is happening in my body. Or maybe it doesn't take much to tip me over the edge...
No, no, I haven't been running yet. So no songs.