At last night's MANday night gathering at Providence Church (contact me for more information on this event), John Barber, Phil Breedlove and the rest of the man-food makers whipped up a humongous batch of fried catfish, with hush puppies, french fries and cole slaw to boot. It was so good that I had seconds...along with some kind of brownie with nuts (had 3 of them and was called out for it by Phil).
Out of guilt, I decided to go for a longer run than usual to rid myself of the calories I had consumed the night before (an idea I got from Mike Smith, who consumed equivalent of a Slim Fast diet and ran before gorging himself at the fish fry. Much better idea than mine). Over the weekend, I bought a water bottle to carry for these very types of runs and thought that as long as I had water, I'd be fine. Right? WRONG!!!
In all my years of military training in the southeastern United States, as well as Iraq and Kuwait, I have never been diagnosed with heat exhaustion; however, today I'm pretty sure a doctor would've slapped me with that tag before it was over. Luckily, I made it back to my point of origin without throwing up what was left of the fish fry, or passing out on the side of the road. I didn't cry when it was over.... but I want to!
So, think twice before deciding to run (what felt to me like was) a half marathon in the middle of July the morning after consuming what was easily 2,000 calories of deep fried deliciousness.