Ad Nauseam…what a perfect phrase to sum up my weekend, and not just because it’s latin. I felt like the weekend was suffered with an upset stomach for one reason or another.

To begin it all, I woke up with the worse knot underneath my shoulder blade that created nausea-inducing pain if I turned my neck the wrong way. Happy Saturday, Abby. Bleh.

Dave and I took our grocery trip into the city. We made our normal stops in the Strip District and of course up to Trader Joe’s. On my list, among other things, was the staple Raw Crunchy Unsalted Almond Butter..and they didn’t have it! A wave of nausea hit as a crouched in the aisle searching the back of shelves for ONE overlooked jar….to no avail. I had to settle for CREAMY. I’m distraught! I love a little almondy cruch in my breakfast cookies. What a shame. Anyhow, Trader Joe’s, I still love you.

Saturday night didn’t get much better because Dave and I decided to go see Avatar in 3D. It ended up that Dave was the only who could see it because our front row seats and super-trendy glasses gave me a serious case of motion-sickness. I found that I could manage to watch the screen without the glasses and I didn’t mind the blurriness UNTIL they used subtitles, which was most of the movie. So needless to say, it was not a very happy date night.

Sunday didn’t begin much better. Dave and I are taking the New Members’ class at our church and we have to leave our apartment at 9 am to be there on time. David accidently set his alarm for 7:50 pm, and my nausea returned when I looked at my phone at 8:33 am. Oops. No shower for this girl. I probably caused serious stomach turning for anyone sitting near me. My sincerest apologies, but you can take it up with my husband.

Once we arrived to sunday school on time, I figured my day would settle down and brighten for many reasons: the sun was shining, it was about 10 degree warmer than Saturday, and my college roommate was coming to spend the afternoon with Dave and me. I was so excited to see her that we even had a spaghetti dinner! I ate the leftover spaghetti squash (important equation: two squash are too much for two people). Anyhow, all was going smoothly and my stomach was sedated until my roommate asked me if I was taking any classes this semester. “Yea, I’m taking Greek…OH MY GOSH I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW!!” I don’t think that I need to say that a new wave of nausea hit, but I will. A NEW WAVE OF NAUSEA HIT MY WITH A FIRY PASSION. It was awful. And I couldn’t devote my entire afternoon to studying because I had a 7-8 mile run lingering that I had avoided on Saturday. Long runs during marathon training don’t disappear, despite how much we try to ignore them.

So as soon as my roommate left, I bundled up and trekked out for my long run. Most of this run was spent wiping my nose on my sleeve and battling the 3 days worth of spaghetti squash that was threatening to make a grand reappearance. Seriously? What did I do to piss my stomach off so badly?! Oh, I managed to win the puke battle, but there was walking. A lot of walking. I wanted to puke when I uploaded the data from my Garmin. So disappointing.

Distance: 7.27 miles
Time: 1:22
Avg Pace: 11:23/mile

Mile 1: 10:19
Mile 2: 10:34
Mile 3: 11:42
Mile 4: 11:33
Mile 5: 12:38
Mile 6: 11:24
Mile 7: 11:55
0.27: 2:37

Oh well, we all have days like that. I was really happy with myself because I didn’t quit! Which is really all that I wanted to do. But when I got home, I just plopped my naueous body on the couch and sent a distress call to my Twitter friends. Sana suggested soda and I really didn’t think I had any soda…however, my wonderful husband had just cleaned out the fridge (I don’t do it–the smells of bad food make me nauseous) and remembered THIS lurking in the back! I can’t ever remember being happy to see a diet beverage. It cured my nausea in about 2 sips!

My foot is pretty sore today, so I’m a little concerned and i’m going to cut my Tuesday run out of my schedule this week and replace it with cross training. Hopefully by Thursday it will be feeling good enough for a tempo run, which probably won’t be a tempo run but an “easy, make-sure-I-didn’t-rebreak-my-foot” kind of run (please note this is a nausea-inducing thought). Running is such a glamorous sport.

And with that, I’m happy to report that Monday has greeted me with a happy and calm stomach. Unfortunately, I now need to go clean the hallway which is currently bearing proof that my dog has been battling his own nausea. Le sigh.