Pipeline in Millcreek repeats. You know, eskimos have 40 different words for snow. Today's type of snow is in the "moon sand play dough" type where you step on one side of the trail in it just WOMPS over to the other side. Seriously, I ran that trail FOUR times and each time it was just as much work as the first. It wouldn't pack down! The inevitable "every step is a stairmaster" feeling of winter has begun.
Pleasant morning and convo. Since my water bottles froze after 4 miles, I left my vest (and all food) in the car after the first lap. Bad idea. About 2-3 miles from the car my blood sugar crashed (what a surprise since I'd only eaten 150 cals during the run, and all of it had been 90+ mins earlier). First I was ravenous, which reminded me- peppermint joe joe's are back! ...and I was filled with all-consuming longing. Then I got confused. Then I realized Zac was uber far away from me and my mental abilities were crashing and I got really scared, I was having white rim flashbacks.... He finally waited for me. It went like this:
"I need a gel. Sugar. Please gel for me?"
"You realize we're a half mile from the car."
"Sugar. Shaking. Sweating. Bad place. Gel?"
A gel and 5 mins later, well, I was still shaking but I wasn't sweating profusely and I'd returned to normal mental capacity (still limited, lol). Ugh. I was so angry for the rest of my morning. I know better. I've resolved to buy a case of gels and carry one with me at all times. It's embarassing to have friends carry an extra one whenever they run with me "just in case." (Thanks, for those that do...) I can't continue to pretend something isn't a problem when it's been an issue ever since I started ultra running.
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