Poo-lek (MmmHmm, It's What It Sounds Like!)

Do you ever wish you could bottle the feeling of discomfort that comes from less than stellar decisions? I do!

That way when temptation knocks, I could take a big swig of that bottle and make smarter decisions. A perfect example of what I would avoid if this was possible? The swimming feeling of nausea that I had all afternoon yesterday when I decided that eating a whole one of these was a good idea ->

And what about the stomach churning I suffered during this afternoons run after I decided that tortilla chips were a perfectly reasonable way to fuel myself for speed work!?

That's right, my very first fartlek session and I sabotaged it!! For the last two days I have had that all too familiar feeling of wanting to fill myself to the brim with crap; salty, oily, sweet. It happens every month (you know what I mean ladies) and unfortunately, I have been painfully woeful at resisting the urges this month.

 Apparently it also causes me to get 

vicious with my Easter treats!

Alright, back to the fartlek (teehee, I am so immature) session. I hadn't done any speedwork before so I really had no idea what to expect. I had a rough plan for where I would pick up the pace and where I would reign it in. As soon as I started to run I could feel the chips glomping around in my stomach but I pushed on. After the first 'fast' block I felt like I wanted to be sick but the feeling passed pretty quickly once I slowed back down. Same thing with the second and third. I would find myself setting my target in the distance but halfway through, setting it a little bit closer ;) I figured, between the rising feeling of vomit and the fact that it was my very first speed session, I could go a bit easier on myself... I can talk myself out of things pretty easily!

By the fourth interval, the spew-y feeling had become something else entirely. I will spare you the details (the title of the post is enough, really) but the problem had 'moved South'. I got one more interval in before it became a little dangerous to try any more. I even considered calling Danny for a rescue but I continued on a slow pace. I felt a little better by the time I checked out Garmy and saw that I was SO close to coming in sub 30min for 5K. I hadn't done that since my foot had gone kablooey. I picked up the pace as much as I could with my tired legs and touchy stomach and finished in 29:48!! I think that time made me more angry than anything because I realised if I hadn't have eaten the stupid chips, I could have managed a PR time for the 5K. Grrrr!!

When I got home and went to tick the session off of my training log and noticed that today wasn't even supposed to be a speed session I just laughed... Honestly, after all of that, and it wasn't even on the schedule!? Only I could manage that! But I am glad to get my very first fartlek out of they way and I have my fingers crossed that, even though I can't bottle the feeling, it will still be painfully vivid the next time and I will know better.

 My 1st Fartlek!

Your Turn:

Got any speedwork horror stories to share so I don't feel so alone? 

and

Does the word Fartlek make you giggle a little too? C'mon, admit it!