I’ve never followed the conventional rules of wisdom on how to eat when feeling nauseated and sick: consume dry, bland foods.
When I had pneumonia, I could only stomach bagel pizza bites. When I had a terrible ear infection that sent me straight to bed at my Memere’s house, I could only stomach a slice of her hotdog pizza (noticing a pattern here?)
And now, with an appetite still lacking after a nasty stomach virus, all I want is juice and bagels with heaps of cream cheese.
What can I say? I like my cheese and bread. And although the plans were to feast up on vegetables, whole grains, fruits and lean protein the week leading up to the race, plans have changed.
Because. You know. Life happens. And I’m kind of just rolling with it.
Tomorrow at 10:00 sharp, I’ll be running through downtown Rockport with my Dad, my brother and 1000 other runners.
Rockport and Gloucester hold so many wonderful memories for me, that it’s only fitting for me to run my very first half marathon here. I can not *wait!*
And all these silly obstacles (rainy weather! hills! an unexpected stomach virus!)???
They’re just reminders of all the steps and hurdles that it took to get me to the starting line. And for that, I am very, very thankful.
Thank you all so much for every single encouraging word! They mean more than you know. From week 1 to week 16 of training, your words of encouragement and motivation have carried me through. And some of them have even become my own mantra to carry me up those hills!
Thank you, thank you, and thank you! 😀
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint,” Isaiah 40:31