June 27th - suicide mission
I arrived to Baltimore yesterday morning. Early.
I did not get any sleep that night due to highly uncomfortable airplanes and a seat that wouldn't cooperate with me at all. It was stuck! I had to sit like a dang liner all night.
I miss Portland and everyone I've gotten to know. It's so weird not having Robert around. I miss that a whole lot. No one to mess with, no one there for morning hugs, no one that understands my jokes!
I slept between 9am and 7pm, only got up for an occational glass of water. Went to church, got home at 10:45pm, stuffed myself with pasta, PB and salad, went back to sleep and got up at 10:30am today. If I hadn't glanced at my watch, I would have fallen back asleep.
I cannot believe I ate pasta and PB! Both is
ing (especially the PB since it was non organic filled with high fructose corn syrup and other nasty things...)
So in one day, I've slept 20 hours! I had a few pieces of fruit (and the nastiness listed above) to eat. The humidity and the heat is killing my apetite. It's so bad I seriously consider during a water fast for a while. I've found a blender so at least I'll make hearthy smoothies (if I can be bothered, it's so dang...breathtaking just to lift my pale bottoms off hte couch and walk out to the kitchen). Hopefully I'll find that juicer too. I better, I just stuffed the fridge with lovely chlorophyl rich kale! That, is anything, should cleanse me out pretty well.
So when I woke up at 10:30, I had a quart of wather (by the way, I was so dehydrated yesterday that even though I had like a gallon of water, I didn't pee once! How weird isn't that?).. I let it sink for an hour, and then I decided to go for a run.
Just by stepping outside I realised it was a suicide mission. It was at least 100 degrees, add to that burning hot sunshine and heaps of humidity..
My body told me to go back inside, go to bed and don't even think about moving one inch!
I didn't listen.
I never do. What can I say? It's the finnish blood in me (50% swedish, 50% finnish), the stubborness. If I have set my mind on something, I dang sure make it happen!
I thought an 8 mile run would cure me!
After the first mile I considered stopping the first person coming my way, begging him or her to get a gun and end my suffering right there, right then.
But I ain't no quitter!
After 2 miles, I thought I might survive 2 more, and then walk the other 4.
That did not happen.
After 3 miles, I seriously had some pretty major death wishes.
After 4 miles, I was as good as dead.
My body was so overheated that when I stopped, my legs wouldn't carry me and I started shivering like a nut. Freezing, with major withdrawals and goodsebumps all over my body, in 100 degree humid heat I was freezing.
I crawled back home with a posture of a cheez doodle (vegan, people. Vegan!). That would usually take 5-7 minutes. This time it took me at least 15. I had no controll over my legs, or arms for that matter. That was the weirdest feeling ever!!! And I don't want to experience that ever again!
I think the run itself took about 35 minutes. Horrible!!! I couldn't breathe properly because the air felt so thick. For me, 4 miles in 35 minutes is failure!! Pure failure!!
But I guess I have to pat myself on the back after all. I did survive! And I didn't stop to puke once. Not that I would have had anything but bile to puke anyway.
Good thing: No one passed me.
Another good thing: I passed everyone in front of me! Even a couple other suicidal runners.
But 4 miles in 35 minutes or so (it might have been..32)??? Man, that is not good.
I will make sure to drink heaps of water throughout the day, go to bed early adn then tomorrow, get up fairly early when it's still somewhat "cold", like 85 or so,a nd then WALK them 4 miles! At least walking is better than doing nothing.
Or beg for someone to take me to a local gym!
I will never complain about Portland being too cold, ever again!
(Robert, you might quote me on that).
I'm off to the couch now! Time for a nap! What else is there to do anyways but sleep?
Have a lovely day everyone.