I ventured out on Sunday to go trail running. Since it was early, and I didn’t have to worry about it getting dark any time soon, I decided to explore some new trails and wander out on parts of the trails I was afraid to check out in the evenings, afraid I’d get stuck somewhere in the dark, with no idea how to get back to civilization.
I had to slow my pace, because the terrain on some of these trails was very uneven, parts of the trail washed out from recent rains, or very steep. But before I started my cool-down walk, I managed to cover 15 miles! That is the most I have ever run. And I felt it! My legs were sore before I could even start stretching.
When I got home, I offered to take my husband out to lunch for Veterans Day, but he had already eaten while I was out running. I made the seemingly innocent decision to go pick up a hamburger from a restaurant up the street.
I don’t even know what made me choose a burger, since I usually prefer chicken sandwiches. I ended up not even finishing it because I didn’t like it that much. Still, the damage had already been done. Either the meat or the lettuce on the sandwich was apparently contaminated or not prepared properly. I ended up with a lovely case of food poisoning.
I curled up in the corner of the couch that evening, told my husband my stomach was a little upset, but it would be fine soon. Well, it wasn’t. I went to bed sick, and I woke up even sicker. I will spare you the gory details, but it was a very rough day! My husband, who was home in honor of Veterans Day, ended up waking up early and taking care of me instead of taking a nice, well-deserved day off.
I didn’t dare eat anything (and didn’t even want to) until late yesterday evening, when I tentatively nibbled on some saltines. Today I feel much better, shaky, but I think that is from not eating for so long.
And now that I am feeling better, I owe my poor husband a belated Veterans Day dinner!
Sweat & Sparkle 