Salty’s Training Log – 4.29.12

Yeah. So. Um. Well. Hmmm.

Things just keep getting worse on the running front. 9 weeks pregnant and more or less a useless lump. I am on medication for the nausea and vomiting yet I’m still almost constantly nauseated and vomiting a few times a week. I have barely had any fruits or vegetables in the past two weeks. I can eat carbs and cheese and eggs and occasionally meat. This is really hard for me because I pride myself on a balanced adventurous healthy almost-vegetarian diet full of legumes, veggies and whole grains. It’s hard to subsist on eggs and animals and boxed mac and cheese. I really want mashed potatoes and gravy. Anybody got some? Who am I?!

A small plate with a serving of mashed potatoes.
Pass the gravy. Ew. Image via Wikipedia.

Despite this I managed to run both Monday and Tuesday. Monday my kids have classes at the Y. My son goes by himself so I’m stuck at the gym anyway. I managed 4 miles around 8:30 on the treadmill and it wasn’t bad. Tuesday I had a terrible morning. Threw up and spent most of the day on the couch. My husband needs to get stuff done for his farm business so I didn’t want to cancel our Tuesday evening sitter so I reluctantly headed to the track with my saltines in tow. I warmed up an easy mile and then did 1 at 7:40. I did drills, no strides. I tried to jump in with a slower group doing 200 on and 200 off, but I did one 200 at 46 and thought I’d pass out. I said forget it and jogged intermittently and chatted with friends (including Pepper and Ginger!) until I had 4. Then I went home to bed.

Tuesday on the track. Ginger's all lips. I'm no lips. And Pepper's askew. Only photo I had!

Since then, I’ve done no running or exercise of any sort. Wednesday I had my first midwife appointment and a massage. That was too much activity for me as I was useless again on Thursday. But I rallied to see one of my best friends in town from NYC. He’s the director of store design for Saks and was giving a talk at the local art school. I saw his presentation and then went out on the town. I didn’t get home until 9:30, y’all! I was too tired to get photos. I actually put make-up on and looked pretty good if I do say so myself. Argh. Friday was another puke day. Yesterday was pathetic. Um. This is getting old. I’ll quit whining about it now.

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Salty Running boss and mother of 3 little ones with PRs of 3:10:15 (26.2), 1:25:59 (13.1) and 18:15 (5k). I love to write about running culture, mental training, and fitting in a serious running habit with the rest of a busy life.

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4 comments

  1. I actually love the picture, I think it’s perfect. Also, this vegetarian despises KFC for what they may or may not do to their chickens, but can’t deny they have badass mashed potatoes and gravy. God I miss them.

  2. Eugh! Really? KFC potatoes? *shudder*

    Salty, maybe if you bring Grandma a turkey she’ll make you some of her yummy perfect potatoes and gravy. Yummy yummy yummy.

    And I know it sucks being an incubator but think of it like a marathon that starts with six miles uphill…and you’re almost to the top! You’re doing great! I love you! I’d come babysit your children while you puked if I could! Thanks for taking the childbearing pressure off me! ๐Ÿ˜€