The run was nothing out the ordinary until about mile 16 - when i started seeing little spots. Next thing i know, i told the group to leave me behind, and i felt that familiar gagging feeling in the back of my throat. I ended up heaving down the lakefront path for a solid mile and a half. If you have ever seen the show "It's always sunny in Philidelphia" it was every bit as theatrical as Sweet Dee when she throws up. I don't know if i should be offended that every assumed that i had drank too much the night before, or honored that they know me that well. This time i hadn't drank at all though! (I swear!)
Luckily, there was virtually nothing in my stomach, so it wasn't quite as embarrassing as it could have been. The small group of people i was running with was nice enough to wait for me at water stops, but as i did not want to expose them to my body completely failing on me, i just kept screaming "Leave me behind!!" I just wanted to be alone with my heaves!
I finally made it back to home base, where a friend was waiting for me (we carpooled). By this time, i was absolutely green, and could barely shuffle along.
By the time i got home, i just shouted at Matt to bring me ginger ale, and i laid in the bathroom for a little while. I didn't even eat until that evening! But when i did, i was voracious!
It was probably the sickest i have ever been on a run (DAMN YOU CHERRY LIME!!!!!) But at least i ran 19.5 miles despite all of it! So, victory dance for me - for the little things!!