Fish and Chips and Running

Here’s some advice for runners: don’t eat a full portion of British chip shop fish and chips and half a pineapple fritter, along with a nice large bottle of golden ale, and then go for a run an hour later. Your stomach won’t be too happy apparently.

The rescheduled Cupid’s Chase 5k in New Brunswick was on Saturday but I wasn’t there. I’m not sure if my decision not to run was influenced by the fact that I hadn’t actually paid an entry fee, but it was definitely influenced by the fact that I was catching a flight to the UK that night for work – I felt like I wanted to spend the day with the family before heading over. Maybe I should have run it – based on the times I would have been 4th overall, and if I’d had a good day I might have even managed 3rd (http://www.bestrace.com/results/13/130223CU5.HTM).

I hate the day after an overnight flight to the UK. Trying to get a bit of sleep on the plane is a very difficult task for me, so in a 6.5 hour flight I’m lucky if I’m actually asleep for anything close to 3 hours (as much as I tried this didn’t happen this time).  This meant a day of exhaustion yesterday.

This time round I tried to combat the tiredness with a run. Soon after arriving at my parents – I’m lucky they don’t live too far from the office so I can stay with them rather than in a hotel – I headed out for a short run thinking it might wake me up. After about 3.5 miles, and a shower I did actually feel more awake, but it was short-lived. After eating lunch I was completely exhausted again, so had a 30 minute power nap.

I ended up fast asleep by 9pm. Today was a busy work today and when I got back I was really hungry so ate a whole piece of cod, with plenty of chips (with salt and vinegar of course) and washed it down with a bottle of Two Hoots Golden Ale. I didn’t think I would run, but for some reason after this meal I decided I wanted to, so I rested for an hour and headed out. I got to the edge of town and rather than looping back to run back to the other end of town and around, I headed up the main road (which was fairly quiet) along the shoulder to the nearby village of Caxton, and down through the town before heading back. I didn’t have my headlamp so some stretches were really dark, but I avoided tripping. What I didn’t avoid was the food and drink getting churned up in my stomach and not feeling at all pleasant after about 2 miles. Still, I managed to get back without being sick, and with 5 miles done.

I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to run the rest of this week (maybe not at all). Trying to plan runs around work and catching up with family and friends is proving a bit difficult. Oh well, perhaps a low mileage week isn’t a bad thing after last week’s long runs.

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3 Responses to Fish and Chips and Running

  1. Frank K. says:

    Sounds like a triple threat: long flight, too little sleep, fish and chips and ale. If one didn’t get you, the other two would. Enjoy your time there, especially with the good ales.

  2. As a British runner, I see nothing wrong with the diet. It’s the time between eating and running that’s the problem!

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