The Wapack 50-Mile race is the day after tomorrow and all week my stomach ulcer has been acting up. Heartburn. Nausea. Bleh.
Yes, I have a stomach ulcer. I know what you're thinking. How can such a calm, mellow, loving person like me have a stomach ulcer? Honestly, I don't know. My GI Guy says it's just one of those things. I'm sure it must be related to the two bouts (one rather serious) of Post-Partum Depression I went through. My stomach was in knots for most of 2005. Dark period indeed.
But I'm all better now! Why this lingering malaise?
I was so looking forward to this race, but I must say that I'm a bit frightened to go out and run 50 miles in this condition. Not terrified, but certainly taken aback. Grandma and Grandpa are going to watch the kids so Brian can drive up to the race with me. He'll drive to the aid station at Mile 9. I think I should know by then how my stomach is going to fare. If I'm in bad shape at 9 miles, I'll call it a day and go for a lovely hike up Mt. Monadnock with Brian. If I'm okay, I'll go on. I'll make sure to have 50 bucks in my pocket for a taxi, though.
Often running makes the ulcer better. Go figure. I'm hoping it will work itself out on the trail. (HA! I inadvertently typed TRIAL for trail. That old Freud dies hard. Let's hope it doesn't turn into a trial....)