Every marathon is different

After running my 6th marathon on Sunday, I'm experiencing a marathon first. My legs seem to be recovering faster than my stomach. 

I've felt pretty "off" since the luncheon immediately after Sunday's race, even refusing snacks at Kara's after she offered to bring them to me while I watched reality TV. I chugged some Powerades in the car on the way home and felt much better so I chalked it up to dehydration.

I ate dinner Sunday night and then started digging in to a Baskin Robbins Reese's sundae, only to discover it had to go back in the freezer because it was making me sick. That's when I knew things were serious. 

I have no pictures to offer, so how about some food porn?

I actually felt so terrible that I didn't even go to work yesterday. Around 11 or 12 I started feeling back to normal (coincidentally the same time a Katy Perry music video marathon came one....interesting).

I cleaned the house, because nothing helps an off stomach like the smell of bleach. After that, I decided going to yoga was probably my best bet. My legs still felt pretty good (relatively) but my hamstrings were tight. At the YMCA, you get tickets, that let you in to class, which are highly coveted and equivalent to gold. If you get there any later than 20 minutes prior to class starting, you're screwed. So, yoga starts at 6:30, and  by 6:05 the area outside the yoga room is packed with women....sitting on the floor.

I'm sorry, but I cannot get on board with people coming to a gym and sitting for 25 minutes. Even with running a marathon the day before, I got on the elliptical and did 15 minutes worth. It wasn't like I worked up a huge sweat doing some killer workout, but at least I was MOVING. You know, because I was in a GYM. Maybe I'm missing something, but even with my admitted laziness I still don't get camping out on your yoga mat. I still got in to the class and got a great spot. 

Maybe I was being punished for mentally mocking people last night or maybe I was a little too quick to grab that Reese's sundae out of the freezer the second my stomach started feeling better on Monday, because this morning was a bust. 

I was up at 5:15 (still feels like 4:15 to me though) with grand plans of swimming for an hour before work, then biking and running in the beautiful weather after. I made it through 30 minutes before the nausea got ridiculous. Plus, I was so lethargic I was barely moving (even more than usual) so I just cried uncle and got out. I went home, showered, blow dried my hair, and then used the extra time to fall asleep on the couch next to my coffee. 

Luckily, after my 7am nap, I woke up hungry. I'm thinking the biking and running might not work out. Maybe I'm pushing too hard to get back into training after Sunday's marathon. Thoughts?

If you are sick and can't eat, does it ruin your life? It ruins mine, because eating is one of my favorite hobbies.