So, that kind of sucked...

Three words to describe today's run:

Oh. My. Glob.

It was supposed to be an easy 3 miles.  Let's just say it didn't work out quite that way.

I woke up at 5:45 with no motivation.  I was actually sort of hoping it would be raining.  But, it wasn't so I got ready and made myself run.  I may have been better off to stay home.First of all, it was 93% humidity outside.  This made it kind of like running through air made of pudding, except it didn't taste good.  So, where is the fun in that?  It was thick and heavy, and my lungs did not like it one bit.  Running in that level of humidity seems to bring out the voice of self-doubt for me.  I'm not a fan of that voice.

That wasn't the worst part though.  You see, I read that I should be trying out different running "fuels" to see which ones my body can and cannot tolerate.  I'm going to need to ingest something when I run longer distances so that I can keep my electrolytes and all that other stuff that keeps my body functioning properly in balance.  So, I went to the store and bought a great variety of things of to try out.
 

In theory, this is a good thing to do.  Unless you are me, and you have cursed yourself by recently blogging about the trots.

This morning, I ate my normal banana and then I decided to also chomp down some of the Clif Shot Bloks in the middle of the photo above.  I ate 2 of the 6 cubes in the package.  They were chewy, kind of like a giant square gummy bear and the flavor was decent.  My first thought was that they weren't too bad.  Oh how wrong I was!

About a mile in, I got the normal weird tummy rumble.  From there, it got worse....much, much worse.  By 2 miles into the 3 mile run, I was entering panic mode.  I needed to go, and I needed to go NOW.  I ran the .65 miles to my house as quickly as I could...and by as quickly as I could I mean as quickly as a slow, fat chick can run while squeezing her butt cheeks together and praying that she won't crap her pants on the way.  It was not pretty, folks.  Not pretty at all.

I put my run on pause as I busted through the front door of my house and made a beeline for the bathroom.  Cory called out, "So I guess those are the trots, huh?"  Gee, you think, maybe?  It was awful.  Seriously, no more Clif Shot Bloks for me, because that was the worst .65 miles of my running life.  So far anyways... now I'm scared to try my other goodies for fear of similar results.

Once all of that was done, I took my sweaty self back outside to finish the last .35 of my 3 miles for today.  That was quick and uneventful, thank goodness! 

In the end, despite the crappy nature of my run (I'm being figurative and literal there, people!), I finished.  Tomorrow will be a new day, and will hopefully be a better run for me.  And if not, perhaps these running "fuels" will be a weight loss aid for me.  LOL  Gotta look for the positives, right?