I conducted an interesting science experiment over the holiday weekend. The title of my thesis was: “What happens when you attempt to run a mere two hours after gorging yourself with a Thanksgiving meal?” Following the annual feast, I had hoped to spend the afternoon intermittingly falling asleep in a comfy chair and watching football – you know, normal Thanksgiving activities. However, as I settled in, it soon became apparent that my two kids and four nieces had a commanding majority vote, which resulted in a Disney movie being popped into the DVD player. Hmm. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy an occasional Disney movie as much as the next guy. But this one just wasn’t doin it for me… in fact, I can’t even remember what it was. So, being the triathlete that I am and now knowing my kids would be fixated on the tube for the next 90 minutes, my mind turned to getting a workout in. But… was it too soon? I mean, I could still taste the blueberry pie I’d downed, and I probably had some smeared on my face somewhere. Undeterred, I tossed on my running stuff and headed out the door. To my surprise, I felt good in the first mile or so. As time passed, however, I realized there’s a reason you never read the following in a race report:
“I was staying on top of my nutrition and feeling great. I grabbed a fistful of stuffing at the aid station and chased it with a cup of gravy. This gave me the boost I needed. I took a slab of turkey every 30 min with a slice of pie on the hour. It was getting hot out, so I had the volunteers spray me down with whipped cream. It was delicious and refreshing.”
With each step I could feel my stomach getting more and more angry, like a sleeping warthog you continue to poke. Just as I felt I was on the verge of displaying my enormous meal all over the street, a Thanksgiving miracle happened. My stomach settled down, and I was able to finish off the run with a smile. I must say, this flew in the face of my hypothesis. In conclusion, I’d say doable, yet highly discouraged. Please proceed with caution.
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