I'm in Huntington Beach, CA this week for work. It's a quick trip for one meeting. The meeting started at 9:00 am today and was done by 12:30 pm. After the meeting, we (myself and some coworkers) went out to lunch and then I was dropped at the hotel since they were traveling on to Utah (without me *cry*). So after I let my lunch digest and a quick run to REI to pick up some black rain pants for reffing, I ventured out for a run along the Huntington Beach. I was aiming for 6 miles for my pre-half-marathon training, but ended up running 7.5 miles! A personal record! Yay, too bad I'll need almost another 6 to finish the race. Anyway, I was exhausted afterwards. I stopped at the hotel gift shop with the intention of picking up some chocolate milk. They had yoohoo (which is not even made from milk) and Muscle Milk (which I found out is also not made from milk). I bought the Muscle Milk and it was gross. Anyway after a shower, I was shaky and hungry, but I didn't crave anything. I tried to eat a protein bar, but putting it in my mouth just made me want to hurl.
So I ventured back to the gift shop because I was waiting for my friend to get off work so we could get dinner together. I end up spending $10 on... wait for it... an orange, a naked juice, and a peach yogurt. TEN FREAKING DOLLARS. Good thing I'm getting reimbursed for all of this. All of this goes down just fine. I get a text from my friend, he's working later than he thought and to go ahead and eat without him. *sad face* I decide to go to In N Out. I get there and get my usual order. I'm starting to shake again. And guess what happens? The Unthinkable. I almost throw up when I eat my cheeseburger animal style. I only finish half my burger and most of my fries. It's like "hello, body?!?! I know you're hungry, why do you resist this yummy food?"
So here I sit in my hotel room, not completely full, but not wanting to actually eat anything. I think this is my body's way of telling to stop running so dang far.
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