Hills are...BARF

Okay...so i guess when you're not feeling too hot running hills only seems like a good idea. All the way to the hill, i thought...oh my god I'm gonna puke. You know that feeling of flippity, floppity that comes from running while feeling queasy? Well I had in in spades last night.

As a matter of fact I was pretty sure at one point that the bug from ceti alpha five had bred with Alien and they were desperately trying to make their way out of my upper GI tract. It was awful...at one point I started crying and then I remembered my coach's voice yelling at me that crying wastes energy, so I sucked it up and kept at it.

So up the hill I eventually went...and I might add these aren't the real hills...they're the overpass so they're usually easy peasy. Well I made it up the hill...time doesn't matter, what does is where my heart rate was and it was right where it should have been. By the time I made it down the hill I barely managed to clear the path before I hurled. It was mostly bile and GU since I hadn't really eaten much due to the queasiness.

I instantly felt better...so I took it easy right?

Nope.

I plowed back up the hill for what would be my fastest hill time of the night and made it back down the other side before I suffered in indignity of ralphing again, this time in front of my coach who then gave me shit and tried to tell me I was done.

Did i listen? Nope. I finished the remaining 2 hills and then ran back at a rather descent pace.

So what did I learn last night?

I learned that in winter making your coach wait for you while you finish hills in freezing temps is selfish, it never occurred to me that she would wait for me. I felt horrid when I realized she'd been waiting for me to finish and would now run slowly back with me freezing all the way back.

I learned to pay the attention to my heart rate. At the start I was at 208bpm...and that's just plain old freaking stupid. I didn't realize this until I got home and downloaded the data of course, but still.

I learned that when you feel like shit, running can make you feel better, but usually you have to feel worse first.

I learned that If I can barf twice and maintain a 12:30 m/mile pace on the way back for 2km after running 4 hills I can do freaking anything...I'm that awesome...i'm what would have been if Thor and She-Hulk had procreated.

Yup. How's that for a mental picture.