A while back, I participated in a blog link-up called #bestrun. I, and many other bloggers wrote about our best, recent run. It was a pretty simple choice for me, especially after my training runs in the current week were definitely not my best. But, it got me to thinking. How about my worst run? Out of the thousands of miles I’ve logged in the past 20 years could one specific run claim that title? Well, it was no contest. It was over 11 years ago, but it still stands out as my worst, ugliest, slowest, most difficult run ever. Ironically, it was on almost exactly the same route as last week’s best run.
There is, of course, a back story.
It was Labor Day weekend 2001. Alan and I were training for the Honolulu Marathon. Honolulu, which was my first ever 26.2 in 1996, is also one of my favorites, and I’ve run the race six times. The race is in early December, and on Labor Day, Alan and I were scheduled to run 20 miles, which we’d planned to do on Sunday of the three day weekend. We could then recover, spend time on the beach, and just generally chill out on Monday.
We drove to Encinitas on Saturday morning, early as usual. I can’t remember, but it’s likely that we took a run when we got there (as I’ve looked back over old running logs (yes I keep them), I realize what a dedicated runner I was back then). After the run, we probably spent the day at the Moonlight Beach, soaking up the sun (my how things have changed).
That evening we met some friends for dinner at Hernandez’ Hideaway, a Mexican restaurant near Escondido. Once we arrived, they started ordering pitchers of Margaritas. Now, I’m not much of a drinker. My usual choice is a glass of wine or two. Alan doesn’t drink at all. But I do believe that it was Alan who kept refilling my Margarita glass that night.
We had a great evening. These were good friends that we didn’t get to see very often. We ate, drank, and chatted. Yes, it was a great evening. Until it wasn’t. It is a shame that when you realize that you’ve had too much to drink it is already too late to do anything about it. Suddenly, I looked at Alan and said, “I have to go.” As he started to ask why, he looked at me and saw the answer.
I made it to the car, but during the drive home Alan had to pull over a couple times to, um, accommodate me. Even then I knew that my running plans had changed.
I woke up on Sunday morning with the worst hangover of my life. Seriously. As a migraine sufferer, not only do I get the regular headache and nausea of a hangover, the alcohol usually triggers a migraine which really knocks me out. I spent the day in bed, in the dark, unable to keep any kind of food down. Poor Alan alternated between taking care of me, going down to the beach by himself, and back again. I finally ate a salad at about 5:00 pm (most of it anyway), and started to feel a little better.
The next morning, Monday, I woke up determined to run. I was dehydrated, under-fueled, and still slightly sick, but I was going to run. Alan and I started south, just as we did on my most recent #bestrun. It wasn’t long before Alan had no choice but to run ahead. I was slow. Really, really slow. Every step was a challenge. I kept drinking fluids, but I was already too depleted to make much of a difference.
A 20 mile run from Encinitas heading south, heads along the cliffs of Del Mar (one of the prettiest runs in San Diego) and finally leads to a turn around about halfway up Torrey Pines hill. Yes, that is the same hill that is part of the La Jolla Half Marathon, though during training runs we’ll run it outside the park, where it is not quite as steep (but longer).
Well, I got to the base of that hill, and I. Just. Couldn’t. I am strong, I toughed out those first nine miles, but I just could not make myself run up that hill. So, I turned around. Alan in the meantime, had already run to the turn-around point and passed me, going home.
The second half of this run tested my runner’s spirit to the core. I was tired. I was still slightly sick. I was very dehydrated. And the only thing I’d eaten the day before was about a half of a dinner salad. From Denny’s. It was my slowest run ever (up to that time in my life). But I did it. I finished that 18-mile run, and boy was I proud of myself.
Something else you should know.
I haven’t had a single Margarita since that day in 2001.
Do you have a Worst Run story? I’d love to hear it!
Lisa @ RunWiki
And very pretty babies you are! This sounds like a painful, painful run, and yet you did it!You’re super tough. I love this story, it reads like a book! 🙂
Debbie
Thank you. Interesting, because you’re off to Boston, the hat that my husband is wearing in the picture was painted for him to wear when he ran the 100th Boston earlier that year. He even ended up in an old Adidas ad, a crowd shot of people coming across the finish line. He was the tan Californian 🙂
KymberlyFunFit
Bleeech, Nothing about this sounds fun. So glad it’s in your past. Fun story though the event was not exactly a happy one for you. So long to margaritas!
Debbie
The only fun thing was when it was done. Well, probably a few hour after it was done :-). Fortunately the no-so-good things in our lives make for good blog posts!
Charissa
Hehe…I have one of these posts and I understand!! http://www.colourfulpalate.com/2011/05/12/one-of-those-days/ Worst thing ever…
Debbie
Haha, read that post. Sounded familiar! Sometimes, as much as we love running, running sucks 🙂
Miz
you know I HAVE A LOT OF THESE (the worst runs I mean. although margaritas back in the day too :0))
Angela @ Happy Fit Mama
Ouch!! I’m very impressed that you got 18 miles. I would’ve been on the side of the road curled in the fetal position. I can see how margaritas left a bad taste in your mouth. 🙂
Toni @runninglovingliving
Sounds awful, drinking the night before a long run doesn’t mix. Goodbye Margaritas!!!
Pam
You are one tough runner. I doubt I could have endured an 18 mile run feeling the way you did! Yesterday, I wrote a post about a bad run or two. The link is.at the bottom so if you feel like reading it you can! Yay for no more margaritas….I have a similar story with screwdrivers!
Christina
I can feel your feelings in that story, looking at that hill after recovering from feeling so bad. My worst run ever was only 8 miles but I was trying a name-to-stay-unmentioned new sports drink during the run and it made me so nauseated. I needed the 8 miles and I slogged through them wanting to vomit the whole time. Worst run ever!
Debbie
Nausea is so tough to run through. My first LA marathon I felt so sick starting at mile 14 that I’d stop at every aid station, run behind it and try to make myself throw up (thinking that would make me feel better).
AmyC
Someone once told me that running will get rid of hangover…not sure I believe that now 😉
Debbie
It may depend on the level of hangover :-). Plus I had a migraine on top of it. I do find if I have just a slight headache (not hangover), a run makes me feel better.
Sarah MomRunningonEmpty
You amaze me! I’ve had some awful training runs that involve overindulgence too but I don’t know if I could ever push through 18 miles of hell after a day of migraine and hangover. How perfectly miserable!
Thanks for sharing… I think your worst run story tells so much about how determined a runner you are!
Debbie
Well, at least how determined a runner I WAS. Yesterday I woke up, fed my dogs, then headed back to bed for 45 minutes instead of my Tuesday run.
misszippy
Oh that sounds painful! So funny…I was wondering: would you try to run today in those conditions? And I love that picture from ’96. My first marathon was in ’98–I had that whole look going on too!
Debbie
Ha, I was just replying to one of the comments above about how determined I WAS. I was a lot younger (duh), and I used to train really, really hard. It paid off, but I don’t think I want to do it quite that much anymore. I give you kudos for the tough training you’ve been doing lately. I really pushed myself until I was about 45 or 46. Then I hurt my knee, which started a new era of my running.
Love those short shorts, right? That a Team in Training singlet. But it was Hawaii, so I was determined to sport flowers :-). I even had a purple hat that I’d glued flowers to, I can’t remember where it went in that picture.
Kierston @candyfit
Way to tough it out!!!!!
Jody - Fit at 55
I am not a drinker so… but I got a kick out of this & hey, lessons learned, right! 😉
Axel
They say you never regret a run, but stories like these make me think that saying is bullpuckies. Still, I have to point out that the run proved the resilience of your “runner’s spirit”.
TriGirl
Uuuuggggghhhhh…that sounds awful. My worst run was my last half marathon. Many, many, many pit stops. Blergh.
By the way, that photo of you two is adorable!!
Debbie
Thank you. We were cute back then, weren’t we?
I’ve had races when my stomach was upset. Nothing worse than having to use every porta-potty on the route.
Marcia
Oh wow, I can just imagine how horrific you felt. My worst run I think was the 2010 Chicago Marathon. It was HOT. And having the inferno that was Chi 2007 as my first marathon, I knew exactly what I was in for so at mile 9 I mentally gave up and started calling my husband who was waiting at mile 14 to come meet me because I was done. He didn’t answer so I kept walk/running until I got to the Charity tent where he was and told them all I was done and laid down. Then the guilt set in. He asked me if I could finish. I said of course I ‘could’ but didn’t want to cuz it was gonna hurt. So, embarrassed I got up and finished. I was on a charity team afterall. I was so mad at myself for being a pansy I got redemption 6 days later and ran a half PR.
Debbie
Wow, good for you! I remember when Chicago was so hot. It was brutal! Believe it or not, because I live in the desert, I am a wimp about running in the heat. I get my runs finished early so that I don’t have to deal with the heat of the sun.
Coco
Oh, that’s a hard lesson to learn! I can’t think of anything specific, but odds are my worst run was a Lawyer’s Have Heart 10K. The race is in June, when it’s usually too hot and the last mile or so is on a concrete highway overpass in full blazing sun with no shadows or crowd support.