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BONK!
Published on 28/04/08
by Maureen
I had every intention of running 14 miles after work today. I packed my bag the night before, didn’t drink, didn’t indulge in that second cup of coffee, ate a somewhat reasonable lunch.
But Something stopped me.
It was about 38 degrees and raining most of the day, and of course, like umbrellas are wont to do, mine was on the floor of my boyfriend’s car. So I’m sure the walking to lunch and to press conferences sans umbrella in the nearly frigid temperature put me in a prevailing bad mood. But I’m not sure that’s what Something was.
Donald Trump threw a little shindig at his new Hotel and Tower at Wabash and the River. He was actually on time and answered mostly relevant questions, but I was somewhat late leaving because I couldn’t resist taking the camera for a tour of the suites and spa. But that wasn’t the Something either.
When I got to the gym I realized that I didn’t really have great cold weather clothes in my bag. Also, after losing my college iPod with all its glorious pirated music on it, I didn’t want to junk my Garmin or iPod in the rain. So treadmill it was, natch. That wasn’t the Something either.
Upon jumping on the treadmill, which I don’t frequent after the Chicago spring decides to turn past the 50-degree mark, I discovered that the treadmill TVs now only get music video stations. Plus, I wore out a good portion of the Modern Alternative channel over the long winter. So my hope of getting a movie for the one hour and 52 minutes I would be on there was quashed. No biggie, 30 videos should do it. Not Something.
Compensating for a two-week-old pulled groin injury, I’ve been putting a lot of weight on the outer side of my right hip. And sleeping on my left side. Weird pain in those enigmatic parts of the body I never knew I had. Something? Maybe.
Ultimately, I think Something was that I had to stop after 70 minutes as the health club won’t allow you longer than an hour workout and a 10 minute cool down. After my allotted time, I was only at 8.9 and on the verge of vomiting from the random pain, the boredom of the videos I’d seen a dozen times already and the tired from the rain and the cold. I couldn’t restart; couldn’t get my body up for that last 5.1 miles. I bonked. It sucked, I almost cried on the bus on the way home from guilt.
But sometimes, Something just stops us. It just wasn’t meant to be. At least for today…
The run is over. Now what?
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