The Worst First Day EVER

Somtimes I feel that GOD likes to test me. I have no idea why. Sometimes I wonder if I passed or failed. Sometimes I wonder if the test was the situation or the outcome. I may never know....



My first day of work at my first BIG GIRL job was Tuesday, September 8th, 2009. A day that will live in infamy.

{In an effort to bring you up to speed, I'd like to start with a look at the days prior to my first day: The previous week, I worked a ton of hours at a 10-day catering event in Shelbyville. The hours were long. The work was hard. I was exhausted. SO, I came home and slept for 14 hours on Sunday when the event was over. Then, on Monday, I was outside all day (because it was the perfect day to be outside) and then had 2 margaritas at dinner. Now, I do not drink a lot but I do enjoy a drink on occasion. For instance, we had a drink most nights after catering all day last week. AND I failed to run for about a week because of our crazy schedule and my lack of sleep.}

Speeding up to my first day - I woke up at 5:30am. Drove to Granny White Park and proceeded to run 5 miles. I only made it 4 miles before I realized that I had to head home to get ready for work. I was super overheated as I drove home which never happens so I wrote it off. THEN, I get home, rush around like a chicken with my head cut off to get ready. Shower, Makeup, Hair, Ironing, Make lunch, Make breakfast, ahh! At 8:45 I was walking out the door for work and felt super queasy. I figured that my blood sugar was just low because I hadn't eaten anything yet that day. On my 4minute commute to work, I demolished a banana and an entire bottle of water. Blood sugar was good.

I get to work, meet up with the HR lady that will be showing me how to start my training modules. Thankfully, I had my own cubicle and was basically given the autonomy to start and break whenever I wanted to as long as I finished all of the online stuff by the end of the day. At about 9:30, my stomach was churning. Exorcist stuff. So, realizing what was about to happen, I sprinted to the OTHER SIDE of the floor I was on to the women's bathroom and proceeded to puke multiple times.

I felt better after a few minutes so I headed back to my desk. Then, like clockwork, at 10 it happened again. Ran to the bathroom, etc. etc. I spent about an hour total in the bathroom before 12noon on Tuesday. It was absolute insanity. I told myself that I wouldn't alert anyone unless I started puking blood (which i've never done) so basically I had decided that I wouldn't go home sick ON MY FIRST DAY. Go figure. After lunch, I felt much better. On the bright side: I set the bar really low on the first day. No matter how bad or stressful it gets, it'll probably never be that bad again.

Anyway, my official diagnosis is dehydration. I didn't drink nearly enough water and had been eating poorly for about a week. My body revolted. Shocker.

Needless to say, I learned my lesson.

Morale of the story: Junk food, alcohol and skipping breakfast are all TERRIBLE ideas when you're training for a half marathon.


Joyfully his.