I'm going to go on vacation one day and just decide to stay there. I seriously considered it this weekend.
Day 1: I've been planning this trip for ages and like most of my vacations it had an ulterior motive. Namely run a marathon. But, I love running so it's okay. I technically had class on this day (Friday) but I decided to take the whole day off and my flight left at noon, so it was well worth it. By the way it only takes around an hour or two to get from Poland to Stockholm!
So I got to Sweden and I had to take a bus into Stockholm. It ended up taking around 80 minutes from the airport that I landed at to central station. During which time it began raining. How unfortunate.
From Central Station I headed to the olympic stadium where the marathon packet pickup and start/finish was. I got all my stuff and had some sort of cold pasta dinner. The day before the race is never very exciting.
Due to the rain I decided to just go find my hotel which as per usual meant getting lost in the underground. I sorted myself out eventually and got where I needed to go. I have to say it was a good thing I got a travel card for the t-bahn otherwise I'd of been using tickets left and right trying to figure out where I was/where I should be during the course my trip.
My hotel... umm, it was nice. It was cheap, possibly the cheapest one in Stockholm which isn't saying much as it is one of the most expensive cities in the world. But, it was locating in a not so great area. There were these two long, dark tunnels near the t-bahn exit that went under the highway. They were very creepy. The hotel itself was nice though, I got upgraded as well because the overbooked so my room had a personal sauna (not that I ever used it...)
Day 2: I ate breakfast at the hotel and since the race didn't start until noon (pretty late by marathon standards) I had quite a bit of free time before heading to the start. When I got to the clothing drop off I decided I needed to go to the bathroom and did the ritual that every female marathoner has participated in - standing in line for 45 minutes while watching men just walk over to the nearest tree.
Luckily I made it to the start on time (unlike in the past few races...) and then the gun fired and we were off.
I don't have too much to say about the beginning of the race, it was pretty uneventful and my times were right on where I wanted them to be. I could have done without running over the giant bridge but whatever, the views were great, and it was perfect weather for a race.
And then at mile 20 I hit the wall and I hit it bad. All of a sudden everything that I had eaten that day decided that it no longer liked the idea of being inside of my stomach. I vomited every other mile for six miles, it was so bad that I couldn't run in fear that it would just start up again.
Obviously from a medical stand point puking this much during a marathon is not such a great thing so I kept trying to force liquids into myself, BAD idea.
Anyway, I made it to the finish line, got my medal. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I took the timing chip off my shoe and then another wave hit me again. I made it to the porta johns just in time, but forgot to lock the door. Some poor woman opened it while I was mid heave and I have never heard anyone scream so loud. Goodness lady, it's only partially digested food, and anyway at this point it was mostly liquid.
I slowly made my way back to the hotel. Luckily I only had two more episodes after that, once on the t-bahn (no worries I had a bag) and once on the walk from the t-bahn to the hotel. Remember those creepy tunnels, well while I was between them heaving up anything that was left (which admittedly wasn't much) a fight broke out in the tunnel I had just left. So I'm there puking my brains out and there's two guys trying to kill each other- you know just a normal day in the life.
I spent the remainder of the evening befriending the toilet and sleeping.
Day 3: I woke up feeling 100% better than I had the day before I was able to eat and drink for the first time since the race (though my stomach still wasn't impressed). Unperturbed and defiant I decided that I was going to see the city dammit regardless of whether the rest of me was going to cooperate or not.
I headed downtown and found a book store to pick up the traditional Harry Potter book. By the way Swedish Harry Potter covers are AMAZING. If they didn't cost nearly $30 a piece I'd of bough all of the books!
Next I went to the old town and had a look around and decided to check out the Nobel Prize Museum. Honestly, I really wasn't impressed. They have a few neat things but for the price and time I could have went to the Vasa Boat museum and saw something that was actually interesting.
After all that I spent about an hour trying to figure out how to get a bus to Skansen which I probably could have walked to quicker. In the end I found it! Skansen is a park that's set up to look like what Swedish homes and businesses would have looked liked a few hundred years ago. They also had people in period costume and I got to see some folk dancing which was really neat. They even had kids dancing and it was so cute!
When they closed up and kicked me out around five o'clock I went back to the old town and found a place to eat (the only time I ate out- I made sandwiches the rest of the time). And then I bought a few post cards and a Pippi Longstocking doll for my niece.
Day 4: My flight didn't leave until the afternoon but since the bus ride was so long and it was a Monday I decided to catch the bus at 9:45 a.m. I got to the airport with time to kill and ended up sitting outside reviewing patho phys and drinking a latte.