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My Sweet New Kicks!

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Sooo, I've never been one of those runners who is super picky about their shoes.  For one, I don't really have issues with my feet (pronation, etc), and for two, I am poor.  But there comes a day in every runner's life, where she decides, "I need good shoes, and I need them now, and I will pay more than $40 for them!  And I want them to be brightly colored!"  Or, at least that moment came for me.  Yesterday.  I'd been training in these clunky, albeit new Nikes, and though they were awfully cute (hot pink!), they just didn't feel like the shoe I wanted to complete marathon numero dos in.  David desperately needed new shoes, having raced two triathlons in his current pair.  (His were really rather pathetic looking...I'll try to sneak a photo of them in a bit!)  And so we got thee to JackRabbit!  JR specializes in running and triathlons, and also has this awesome, high tech video system thingy, where they put you on a treadmill in whichever shoes they think suit you, and then analyze your gait and the safety/comfort of those particular shoes for your particular feet.  SUPER COOL.  So both D and I tried on several pairs, before settling on the ones we did.  Check out these sexy sneakers!!  They are Brooks Cadence and they are by far the best shoe I've ever run in.  TOTALLY worth the purchase, and I can't wait to cross that finish line in them.  I ran 13.1 miles in them today (a half marathon), and felt lighter (and very fashionably fabulous).  

So...about that run today.  The run itself was surprisingly good, despite having run 8 miles yesterday, and mind you, D and I JUST returned from our gastronomic, non-running honeymoon to Spain and Portugal a mere two days ago, so I was kind've pushing it today, and unsure whether or not adding so much mileage after twelve days off was really a good idea.  Um.  It wasn't.  It was in no way, shape, or form, a good idea.  Again- felt totally fine afterwards (and pretty badass)...until I got home.  I'm not really one to eat much after my long runs-- I'm just usually not hungry for an hour or so, at which point, I become famished and will eat your hand and all of your belongings if you're not careful.  (Oh.  Cannabailism jokes are probably a bit gauche right now, what with the bathsalt/zombie apocalypse right now.  Oh well.)  Anyways, I'm trying to get better at timing my nutritional/water/gatorade intake for this marathon, so I forced myself to eat some leftover grilled chicken within minutes of walking in the door.  BIG MISTAKE.  Within minutes, that chicken decided to make a second appearance, and violently so.  I have never thrown up after running before (believe it or not), nor have I been that nauseous and vomity for years.  And then I drank some ginger ale (you know, because it's supposed to be good in your stomach) and then it happened again.  This time I barely made it to the bathroom.  It. Was. Horrible.  And in direct contrast to the sexiness of my new shoes.  And then I took a nap and laid on the couch for two hours, finally feeling better by four p.m.  Now I'm fine, if not a bit tired from the whole ordeal, but I'm still not really sure what did it:  was it too much too soon?  Eating too quickly?  Dehydration?  Overhydration?  Or simply an extremely unpleasant reminder of what a slacker I'd been in the twelve days previous?  Whichever it was, I hope it never happens again.  YUCK.  

I think I'll take tomorrow off.