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Battlefield: me

It’s unintended, but my body has become a bit of a battleground.

(For that matter, since when is illness ever intended under normal circumstances?)

Since about midday I’ve been dealing with some bad stomach cramps. It’s like my stomach is just in distress, and the distress isn’t really moving down the tract. So, it doesn’t really look like something that will just work its way through. I don’t know what it is that I ate that caused this, but I’m feeling quite ill. Seriously, if I went for my run today, I probably would have puked along the way. While that would have been a good thing, I don’t want to be known in my running club as the guy that puked. Could it have been the week-old chili? Maybe the papaya smoothie? I don’t know.

Farther up, it seems like I’ve come down with a sore throat. I knew something was developing from midday, but it wasn’t until I got home that it really became obvious. At this point, I’m having trouble swallowing. Drinking fluids kind of hurts. Probably for the best since drinking fluids seems to be putting my stomach into further distress.

All I want to do is hide under the covers and hopefully burn whatever is wrong with me off. Going to get some meds into me. It shouldn’t be anything serious, but man this really put a damper on my night.

Spicy regret

Seriously, why do I keep thinking that I can tolerate high levels of spiciness in my food? What makes me think that my digestive tract will handle it any better this time around? My GI is angry with me. I am angry with myself, damn it. Graaaaaaaaagh.

Chick peas and bloating

Strike 1: ordering a chick pea roti.

Strike 2: ordering it at Indian scale medium spiciness

Strike 3: taking a good walk and long train ride to let it all brew

Now, I suppose none of these factors is enough to create horrible side effects on their own, but combined together the results are just terrible. All throughout the walk I was feeling like there was a veritable fire in my gut. When I was on the subway, I felt like my insides were going to explode. I had to loosen my belt a notch to get some room for bloat. And now that I’m at home, I swear, it’s been a really noisy night. This level of gassiness is high, even for someone with a reputation like me. I mean, wow.

What, TMI?

If you plan on being around polite company within a few hours, I would highly recommend staying away from anything laden with chick peas. Just saying.

One heavy burrito

Sure, back when I was a teen, it made sense that I could throw back food like it was going out of style. I mean, something had to fuel all of those wacky bodily changes. So yeah, these days the amount of food intake I feel like I need is back to sensible amounts. That’s all well and good, but I was sort of freaked out today. I bought a burrito for lunch from a gourmet burrito place down the road. It was a really good burrito, but holy crap, by the end of it I felt like I had overeaten. So, because of this I have to ask:

Since when did a burrito (albeit a good sized one) suddenly become too much food for a guy like me?

Seriously?! Now, I recognize that I often can’t put up a good fight at all you can eat sushi anymore. I often don’t get my money’s worth anymore at Chinese buffets. Still…the fact that a fucking burrito just about brought me down? That’s not right, man.

Let’s be honest though. This is actually a good thing, isn’t it? Doesn’t it mean that I have a better feel for what a sensible portion is? Isn’t this a healthy change? Sure, but I think something in the back of my mind is telling me that I have something of a reputation to uphold. I’m the champ, you know? So, perhaps it just means that I have to change my game plan. If I’m in a mood to make a spectacle of myself, maybe instead of going for volume I could probably indulge people in a bit of “Will Jason eat it?” Or perhaps I can go for speed. Who knows? Whatever the case, I will not let one heavy burrito shame me! No way!

Running log: 2009/08/16

I want to take some time tonight to write about yesterday’s run. I usually try to prep myself the night before my long runs just to make things go smoother. Usually the main component of this preparation is just a good amount of hydration. Since I’ve started loading up on water the night before I’ve stopped getting those nasty post-run headaches that I’ve written about so many times. Go figure, right? Well, this past Saturday I did the same thing. I drank a couple of glasses of water before sleeping. That all would have been good, right? Thing is, I also did something that I should have known not to do. See, as you know on Saturday I had friends over to help with appliances. Afterwards, we all went out to Kelsey’s to share some appetizers. And…perhaps you can see where this is going. First of all, I ended up eating a little bit too much. Before a long run it’s not a good idea to go out with a full stomach. Secondly, I partook of some “loaded nachos.’ Oh, they were good, no doubt. The nachos had a lot of cheese, ground beef, sweet red peppers and jalapeños. And therein lies the problem. No, the night before a long run it’s a horribly bad idea to eat anything really spicy. So all of that sets the scene that played out on Sunday morning.

Now, even though I had the washing machine now working, I didn’t have any washing detergent. As such, I was unable to wash my running tank prior to the run. That was unfortunate because I knew that the run would be really hot. According to the weather reports the temperature would be about 30°C, and that was without humidity factored in. I ended up having to go out in a full tee. I wasn’t happy about it.

I ran with the usual group that morning. Usually there are three of us that keep together, but we were missing one probably due to the heat (how smart of her, really). So, the two of us just decided to take it easy. About 20 minutes into the run I started feeling a little bit uneasy. The uneasiness started giving way to gastrointestinal distress. I thought that it might just be gas, but then I realized my stupidity from the night before, so I thought that I might have to make a pit stop somewhere. I was considering a nearby Tim Hortons, but my running buddy suggested that I wait for the Anglican church about 10 minutes away. Fine. I was kind of conscious about the fact that I’d be making a stop at a church though. She ensured me that it was quite all right. I suppose it would be. Would a church turn away someone in distress? I don’t know.

So, when we got there I was feeling a bit tentative. As I stepped in, there were a bunch of proper looking old ladies. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I smiled at them and signed myself as I went upstairs. I found the stall which really reminded me of something from an elementary school. At that point though, I was in no mood to be picky. You know, the interesting thing for me about that whole situation was the strange juxtaposition of what I was doing and where I was. In the distance I could hear hymns being played on a pipe organ. Oh, Lord! What a contrast. There I am having a nice sit-down moment while listening to organ music playing the background. Actually, it wasn’t so nice because the jalapeños made it an unpleasant experience.

Well, I washed my hands and attempted to get out of there without making a scene. Right down the stairs there were the church ladies again. Once again, I was at a loss for what to say, so I just told smiled and said “have a blessed day!” And then I was out of there. You know, I suppose I really could have just said nothing and left. For my part, I just wanted to make sure that their experiences with runners are good ones just so that they will not do something like shut off the washroom to the public.

Well, the run went on, and soon the heat and humidity just mounted. It was hideous out there. Really, it reminded me of that extremely hot and humid 21K run I had last September. I was sweating profusely; my shirt was soaked. My running friend and I had to slow down and take more frequent walking breaks. I mean, we weren’t in a race. The key idea was that it was a “training run” so we knew there was no point in killing ourselves. At the eleventh kilometre, the heat was really taking its toll on me. I had to actually walk for a long period due to a feeling of light-headedness. I knew that if I tried to push myself at that point I might just keel over. That’s how hot it was. My running friend also had to take a lot of washroom breaks along the way. We were considering cutting the route off and heading back early, but we decided to complete the distance. It didn’t matter that we walked a good chunk of the distance. The important thing was getting the time on our feet.

We did make it back after a good while. Being in the air-conditioned store was a great feeling, for sure. Similar to the brutal run from last September, I knew that some people cut off early while others felt really sick and had a hard time. Weather is one of those things in running that you can’t blame yourself for. If you’re having a hard time, guaranteed most others will be feeling the same way. This run did a lot to remind me of that.

Semi-regret for the roti

We’re now on week 7 of my 10 week “Learn to Run” class. Things are going along very well. I’m quite happy to see the progress everyone has made in these short weeks. I can feel everyone’s confidence is soaring. It’s fantastic! Last week, I had a nutritionist come in to speak to the group. The group got a lot of good info out of that session. I kind of hope that everyone got a little bit of increased awareness over what they eat throughout the day. Part of the talk suggested that people eat their meals at least 3 hours before a run: not a rule–just a suggestion. That gives some time for digestion to get to work. If someone eats a meal too close to the run there’s a tendency to just feel kind of gross with all of the motion. The body might not know where to divert its energy–to the legs that are under stress or to the stomach that’s having to deal with all of the food just put into it.

I think part of what was unspoken was to eat something sensible. I mean, heading out to the Mandarin buffet prior to a run is probably not a great idea. That’s all great, right? I guess I’m mentioning all of this because today I kind of failed in my quest to completely practice what’s being preached. It’s not often I do something like this on a day where I run, but I kind of got stuffed. I wasn’t aiming to feel it, but when lunch was decided it just kind of happened.

Here:

My colleague picked up an east Indian roti from Queen St. West. Just look at it. It was huge! It was also expensive, but at that size it’s understandable. When I got it back to my desk I knew that that thing was “my Everest.” Part of me knew that the smart thing to do would be to eat half and save the rest for the next day, but…that’s usually not something I’d do. It was very tasty. I did manage to eat it all, but afterwards I fell into a predictable comatose state. It’s like all of my energy was being diverted to my gut. See! It’s as predicted. With that feeling, I was worried about my run. My saving grace though was the fact that the run would be 6 hours later, and not sooner.

So anyway, as much as the roti as good, I kind of wonder if I should really work harder to keep things under control. I have to lead my example, no? Even so, I guess having something like this once in a while just means that I’m human.

Poo paraphernalia

After my race on Sunday, I met up with Jenelle to eat and catch up. She’d just come back from a crazy Asian adventure. I know, I know, I had a fun romp in Japan in June, but when she told me her tales of riding elephants against traffic, bug eating, and mutual urinating with a camel I was kind of envious. Well, if anything, she came bearing gifts. Both? Poo-related.

So the toilet one has a little smiling poo in it. When you lift the lid, the poo squirts water at you. I kind of get a kick out of the fact that the toy is called “Closestool.” Ha! The other one is sort of a postcard. You’re supposed to cut it and sew it together. If done properly you end up with a 3D poo. Now, you might say these are strange gifts. Don’t get me wrong–they’re totally strange. I mean, who the heck gives poo paraphernalia? Thing is, anyone that gets me knows that it’s sort of appropriate. She told me that no one else she knows would be able to appreciate such gifts in the same way that she would. Truth!

So, thanks, Jenelle! I really don’t know what this all says about me other than my eccentricities are more obvious than expected.

About eating destructively

For breakfast, I generally tend to avoid those really greasy diner type places when I’m in need of a meal of some sort because I have a really bad track record with those places. Inevitably, since it’s the first meal of the day, all of that grease just sends the GI into overdrive leading to less that desirable results. Today though, I was in the mood to eat something destructive. If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I use that use that phrase every once in a while.

Anyway, I remembered that the place that sold that triple fried chicken also had a breakfast combo. I decided to take my chances and placed the order. As I watched the items being cooked on the grill, I just couldn’t take my eyes off of this teapot of oil that the cook seemed to continue to pour over the home style fries on the grill. She just kept going and going and going. The eggs were fried in a veritable pool of oil. I knew that it’d be greasy, but even that astonished me.

Well, I brought it all back to my desk and dug in. The food was all right. I mean, for the amount I paid I got enough. I wasn’t expecting a gourmet meal or anything. I finished it all off, but I certainly didn’t feel too good about it–not in the uneasy sense, but in the sense that it just wasn’t terribly special enough to warrant mention. I declared the ordeal over with and went back to coding at my terminal. About an hour or two later though I started feeling uneasy. Rightfully so. Let’s just say that my morning wasn’t pleasant.

Anyway.

What’s the moral of the story?
(Because there usually is one…)
Well, if you’re planning on eating something destructive, eat something worthwhile. Make sure it’s worth every damn bit of suffering that you’re going to endure.

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