Running makes you poop

Ok...I jumped the gun. It's shocking really because I, in no way shape or form have an impulsive bone in my body, ha. I hate waiting. I hate waiting for lights to turn green, for the sun to rise and mostly I hate waiting when there is a challenge placed in front of me. Sooooo, I decided to give the legs a test run today. I justified my easy mile run as a way to familiarize myself with the Nike+ chip for my shoe, which I did. Unfortunately, my impulsively led me to running down an asphalt path at 1pm on Hilton Head Island SC, translation HOT and SWEATY. Whatever it was only a mile.

Off I went, a little Robyn playing on the iPod and of course .35 into my mile...poop. Yup, I have IBD and I am gonna tell you, running makes you poop. Thank God for hotels along the way. One pit stop and a few stares from some people checking-in as I ran through a swanky resort lobby dressed in a sports bra and running shorts, oh well nature calls...take two. Nothing to it, one mile 9:17 easy jog and a walk home, I got this right? Nope...when I asked myself can I do this 12 more times, my inner voice didn't even answer it laughed, it actually laughed at me. Awesome.

When I got home I took a bird bath since I knew I would be going to the gym later to lift...my comfort zone. Of course I lifted heavy to prove to myself that I am tough and not scared of a little 13 mile run...my quads are not pleased as I sit here typing, but in the end I know it is the muscle strength that will hopefully drag my butt over the line. The only thing that helped ease my mind was an email I received when I got home from dinner; a very thoughtful boyfriend has been scanning my favorite daily crossword puzzle while I have been away on vacation, at least if my body isn't going to cooperate perhaps my mind will....oh man I am in trouble if I am betting on my mind being the part that doesn't fail me in this endeavor....