GI Bug + 13 miles + not enough fluids= very bad ending

I wish I could say my run went well today, but that would be a monsterous lie. A GI bug that I picked up last night haunted me every 1.5 miles until the finish, and is still hanging out, acting a fool. What I didn't realize was that I was not taking in nearly enough fluids until it was too late. I just got home about an hour ago. After finishing the race, I wandered for a little bit and realized I was in some trouble. I walked to my sisters apartment in Southie in my singlet and draped in a silver thermal blanket, looking like a handicapped super hero; not an ideal method of walking 3 miles after having just run 13 but I made it. Thankfully she was there, as I was holding on to a thread at this point. She called my mother, who mentioned that I maybe should go to the hospital, but I was not really up for that. I knew that I needed an IV, but I just didn' t have the strength nor the desire to go. So I took a 45 minute shower, water bottle in hand, sitting in the fetal position. I then got out, put my running shorts back on, put on my sister's medium sized sweatshirt, and lied down in an effort to find a comfortable position. I stayed that way until 9:30, when my sister brought me back to Wellesley to get my car. I just came from CVS, where I bought some Boost, pepto, immodium, gatorade and saltines. I don't care what it all tastes like, I will do anything make this feeling go away...

I learned a lesson today - when you are peeing out of your butt every 15 minutes, you should stop running, it doesn't end up well. But hey, I guess it is better than my sister's friend; 300 feet from the finish, she fell and broke her femur. How one does that, I do not know, but she managed to. She is having surgery tomorrow morning, not good. At least the nice fireman ran across the finish line with her shoe so that she would get a time :)

Never dull when Brian Hetzel's involved.

Huge, major, jack-diesel props to my younger sister, Toons, for taking care of me while she was juggling a million other things. She really is a Galoon, that one.