What a day. I came down to NYC last night with my girlfriend, my sister and my niece. What was supposed to be a chilled out holiday of exploring the Big Apple, morning jogs through Central Park and over stuffing oneself with too much turkey followed by just one more piece of pumpkin pie has become an expedition through living Hell.
I had Pedialyte popsicles for dinner tonight. Shortly after I sent off last night's blog post, I found myself hunched over in the bathroom. At regular intervals of about 20 minutes for the next 12 hours I would be running to hold off soiling my shorts. It was ugly. My intestines were trying to crawl out through my mouth, my kidney's felt like they were being pummelled by a prize-fighter, and I probably tossed about a quart of bile. I'm pretty exhausted from the day's effort, not sure yet how this fits into the training plan. I probably won't be looking for another food poisoning-induced ab workout again anytime soon. Really, it felt like the touch of death.
The source of my food poisoning: We grabbed a few slices yesterday before leaving town - everyone else in the car had a piece of artichoke pizza, I was the only one who went for the spinach. Perhaps it is another E. coli breakout, perhaps it was just bad food prep. Anyway, it's a good thing Thanksgiving is all about the leftovers, perhaps tomorrow I can get my feast in.
Pedialyte is incredible stuff. Got me on my feet today when I was sure I was facing my doom. Dean Karnazes (a.k.a. Ultramarathon Man) is known to use Pedialite on his 300 miles runs. Perhaps this is something we should consider using in our races.