Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Numbers

84 - the number of hours since I ate my last "real" meal

14 - the number of lbs I have lost since Tuesday night

1 - the number of days of work I missed

2 - the number of days of work I should have missed

2 - number of teammates I should be racing an adventure race with at the moment I type this

22 - the number of times someone has asked me if my current GI issues have anything to do with tomatoes (NO, THEY DON'T)

4 - the number of times I have decided not to go upstairs to get something because it was just too much work

Today was supposed to be my first adventure race. I was going to get up at 3:30, be picked up at 4:00, drive to Lincoln, pick up our other teammate and head to the race sight about an hour and 15 minutes from there. We were going to give it a shot, see how much fun it was and come back ready to do another one. Until I got sick Wednesday morning. At the time, I thought, "no big deal, we are far enough out. I will be fine". Except I'm not fine. I had a really hard time making that call late yesterday afternoon and I will admit that I am still kicking myself for it just a little. It would have been a very, very bad idea. That I am sure of. I am so dehydrated that racing for a minimum of 4 hours in the sun would not have gone well. I haven't eaten and have lost as many electrolytes as a person can lose and still stay vertical. I know it was a good decision. I know that it I were my patient I would have told me that there was absolutely no way I should be racing. That little voice inside my head just kept saying, "you can do it, it's only 4 hours. Don't let your team down. You talked them into this, follow through no matter what. Be hardcore. Anybody else would just suck it up and go race." Stupid voice. I told one of the guys on my team that I didn't want to wimp out and he told me that was the perfect opportunity to be smart then. Hmmmm. Point taken. He told me that he wouldn't race on no fuel and it was better to not waste the time and gas money and energy getting there and DNFing a half hour in than to try again for the next race. That there were always going to be more races and that he would do a different one. OK, fine. :)

Anywho, ended up being an excellent decision as I woke up this morning and am still having significant, ahem, "lower GI" issues. Big, huge, sad face. (Sorry if that was too much info.)

All I really want right now is a giant piece of pizza, or a handful of potato chips, or a nice juicy chicken breast with pasta and tomatoes and garlic, and a drizzle of olive oil but I think I would be willing to settle. How about a glass of flat 7up, a piece of toast with PB, and a banana that stays were it is supposed to. I don't feel like that is too much to ask.


TRI-ROB said...

Hey Stinker... no pun intended... it's meant as a brotherly sorta nickname.

Sometimes it really really hurts to be smart. Today has come... and it'll go... and guess what... tomorrow will come too and hopefully you'll be feeling better. What we DO know is that if you raced today... you'd feel worse.

Take care of yourself... let Mr. KT take care of you too... and...


tri-dogmom said...

I hope you feel better soon!

J-Wim said...

Sorry you missed your big day - feel beter soon!

blink said...

You don't have 14 lbs to lose girl! Much less race. I'm sending good vibes your way and thinking about you too. Heal! Fast!

Mark said...

Great job for making the tough decision. I swear, it's tough decisions like these that define us. It's easy to go with the flow, but doing something difficult requires guts.

Hope you're feeling better.