Don't mess with a hangry runner
Hangry: When you are so hungry that you become angry, frustrated or both.
It had been nearly seven weeks since I ran the Big 5 Marathon. My injuries were healed, and it was finally time to lace up my shoes for my first run since coming home.
As soon as I had my running gear on (which seemed to fit a little snugger than usual), I text Sarah and Fi to suggest meeting halfway up the hill.
My phone beeped beside me. It was from Sarah saying we'd meet then discuss where to start.
Dread filled me as I made it to our usual meeting spot. The hills suddenly looked unfriendly, large and definitely not as I had left them.
A democratic vote ruled we would start at the bottom.
"Let's just do the usual," Fi said.
"Sure, but I warn you I'll be slow and may need to walk," I said. What I meant was 'Are you kidding me? That's going to be about 16 kilometres, with half of that uphill. I may not survive."
A few hundred metres later, I stopped to catch my breath.
My lungs were revolting against me. My heart was pounding. My body was producing more sweat than when I had been in Africa. I felt like I was going to vomit.
"What are you doing to me?", my body screamed. It responded with pained and laboured breathing.
After the first big climb, I settled into the run. However, halfway through I realised how hungry I was and forgot that when I run I need to make sure I eat enough beforehand.
That coffee and scone at one of our regular cafes afterwards was going to be amazing.
About an hour and a half later we made it to the cafe. My mouth was watering.
We all ordered.
My drink arrived, minus my scone. Everyone else's food and drinks arrived.
I questioned a staff member.
Anger started taking over. If I'm ever angry, the first thing you should do is offer me food. I, like several others, suffer from hangriness. And, I was about to have a full-on meltdown.
The conversation bubbled around me. I sat there staring forlornly at my now empty drink.
The staff member came back to clarify my order. Fi took over as I think everyone was concerned I might be rude. Now, I'm not usually rude but when I get hangry it is best to just leave me to eat food in peace.
Sarah gave me half her scone to keep the anger at bay.
Eventually my food was delivered. Half an hour later.
The hanger dissipated and I joined in the conversation more enthusiastically.
As it had been so long I'd forgotten how much fuel I need to have before a longer run so I'd set myself up to become hangry the moment I walked out my front door.
But I was also highly unimpressed with the service as this one particular cafe (which will remain unnamed) as I witnessed several other customers having problems, too. Maybe they were hangry as well?
Have you ever got hangry during or after a run? What do you do to combat it? Have you ever felt like you were going to vomit or not make it through your first run after a break? Comment below, email me on firstname.lastname@example.org or follow me on Twitter @YoungRachelS.