Well my trip home wasn’t nearly as much of a tour du monde as my trip out west was. I flew from Portland to Calgary to Ottawa. Much more civilized.
On my flight to Calgary I sat next to a very nice guy – Andrew. He works for a television company and had been in Portland for the broadcasting of a sporting event. We were chatting away and we got to the topic of pets. I was telling him about my adorable and spoiled Abby and then when I asked whether he had any pets he kinda paused and looked at me with a funny smirk. “I have a pet – but not like yours, or someone with a cat. I have a spider”. I practically jumped out of my seat right then and there. I am TERRIFIED of spiders. TERRIFIED. Turns out that when Andrew was in his early twenties he was working at a high school and in June the science teacher had all these “creatures” he needed to find a home for – including a tarantula (!!). Feeling bad for the spider (why???), he took it home. Twelve years later, the spider still lives. Ugh, gives me the shivers!!
Landed in Ottawa just before midnight, got a cab, and was home just after midnight. Basically just fell into bed. I was WIPED. And am still feeling pretty rough. Realized that after the race on Sunday, all I had to eat was 2 granola bars. THAT WAS IT. No lunch, no dinner. And I didn’t even realize it at the time – just knew I wasn’t hungry. And then yesterday, all I had was a bagel in the morning, the Bacon Maple doughnut (lol!) and another bagel at the Calgary airport. My stomach is just still angry with me. Plus, I think I just have a lot on my mind and when I’m stressed, I don’t feel like eating. But I know I need to eat to recover properly – I have another half in 3 weeks, I need to get back on track.
Woke up this morning and went to my parents to pick up my dog – she just about lost her mind when she saw me. Such a good feeling. She’s now sound asleep in her bed as if she hasn’t slept since I left. Makes my heart hurt – I know she probably hasn’t really slept. My parents say it’s like she sleeps with one eye open “just in case I come back” while she’s asleep and she doesn’t want to miss it.
I’m still off from work today so I’ll relax, do some groceries, laundry, unpack. Then back to reality tomorrow. 🙂
Have you struggled with getting back on eating properly after a hard race?
What’s your reaction to stress? Eat more or eat less?