vomit

I had something of a first today – a vomit during a long run. It wasn’t something I was keen to do, and I’d be perfectly happy if it never happened again.

I’ve vomitted while riding a bike, which was entertaining. From memory, I managed to get most of it on the road, and none stuck in the gears, which was good.

This run was over a familiar course – from home to Lilydale then down to Montrose and then back home. About half way through I stopped at Lilydale Lake for a sip of water and then kept going. Within 5 minutes my stomach was heaving, my head was light and I was sitting down dry – and not so dry – heaving.

The worst thing was that I was minimum 15km from home.

I was tempted at various times to take a short cut to the nearest train station or find a public phone to call for help. Thankfully, neither were particularly plentiful around Montrose.

I made it home in the end, but not in great speed. The whole trip was 33.5km at an average of slightly over 5 minute ks. That included the time spent technicolour yawning. Here it is on mapmyrun.com.

It wasn’t my finest running hour. That being said, it was a good test of mental and physical toughness. I’m just glad I finished.

Food
My pasta maker got a second workout last night. This time we made ravioli with a stuffing of ricotta, lemon zest, thyme and spinach. It took a while to make and the quality control was a bit iffy. They didn’t look all nice and even like the ones you buy in the shops. But they tasted fantastic.

The carb loading didn’t seem to do much good this morning. Perhaps all the ricotta didn’t help. I must say, it didn’t taste so good the second time.