That happened to me once, at this lake, Lake Miramar. One trip around is five miles. The mile markers start at the parking area, and go counter clockwise back to the parking lot. I was on my third lap, and just past the point-of-no-return. That is, I was just beyond half-way around, so the shortest distance back meant going forward.I got dehydrated even though I'd been hydrating all along, alternating water and sports drinks. I had been through marathon training two years earlier, so I knew a 15-mile walk would require a lot of water and powerade. I'm not sure how it happened.
But it happened. And I had about two miles of walking to get back to the car.
It is really bad when you are seriously dehydrated. It's scary. You start losing control of your limbs. You get disoriented and can't think. And you are really sick.
I made it about a mile and a half before I had to get off the path and vomit for five minutes. That actually rejuvenated me, and gave enough of a boost to make it the last half-mile to my car, where I had more water and gatorade.
Not sure what triggered my memory of that day. I never, ever want to get that way again.
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That sounds scary as hell.
I will forever associate Pete Sampras with diarrhea. Might have been a different match though.
Syd, Sampras is a puker, just like you.
Nodding... I had this happen at work once. We were out in the desert. The guys put me in a car and I drove back to the hotel. I only had to pull over three times.
I didn't know that I knew how to projectile vomit until then. Oh, so terribly sick and really, really scary.
I had this happen right at the beginning of the run during a triathalon. Em-fuckin-barrassing, for one. And you damn right bonking out is scary. EEEK. What is weird is that I had done the entire course a week before in 98-degree weather, and bonked when well-hydrated in 88 degree weather. Alas.
EEEK. I'm glad the puking helped you (it sooo didn't end up helping me ...).
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