It was going to have to be short and sweet today. Husband at work, baby down for a nap, the three younger boys watching television. I have to stay on the one mile loop that begins and ends at my house, just in case world war 3 breaks out at home I can get there fast. It is dirt roads with lots of potholes and big loose gravel, so pushing baby in the stroller is not really going to work. I wait until she is napping, give instructions to the boys, then creep out and lock the door. I have only finished lunch 45 minutes ago, a recipe for disaster, but this is the only time I've got today! I decide I am going to warm up jogging for a mile, run a mile at what I think might be 5k race pace, then cool down a mile. The first mile is fine, a little hot outside, but no big deal. Then, I hit mile 2 at a "comfortably hard" pace and hit the watch. I am not in shape, so "comfortably hard", a laughable concept at this point, quickly turns into just plain HARD. By the halfway point, I am so nauseated that I wish I had not eaten lunch at all. I gut it out the rest way, then at the end hit the watch and slow to a walk. 8:30. Next time I won't eat. Definitely not going to eat before the race. I walk 100 meters or so, then force myself to jog another loop. Next I check in, and Vanessa is awake, so I put her in the stroller and we walk half a mile until the nausea finally lets up. | 