Today, I had my most uncomfortable run to date. After the devastation of the weekend, I NEEDED a run. Something to help me process the junk code that has been filing through my brain since all of this flood stuff happened.
I was running along all happily - running my new Canyon Meadows route - and everything looked like it would be sunshine and lollipops for the run. Well, I was overheating a bit but that's nothing new...
and then I hit the lights at Elbow and Anderson... 2.5k in and I was hit with an IBS flareup. YOUCH!
Breathing through it.
The next 2.5k were the most agonizing of my life - alternating between sprinting (to get the heck back to the office) and walking while clutching my stomach. I haven't had a bad flareup in a couple of years so this took me entirely by surprise...I wasn't sure if I was going to puke from the pain or crap my pants (TMI - I know...deal with it)So - it wasn't a very fun run. but I got it done and was very happy to see the end of it.
Just let me die in peace now...
