Notes
Wow I feel sooo dumb after this run. Apparently two plates of spaghetti and a couple pieces of garlic bread linger in a fellow's stomach a little longer than one might expect... I was rollin like I have been lately on my late night runs for about three quarters of a mile? A mile at the most? Then it hit me full on and it hit me hard. I spent the rest of my run doing everything in my power to prevent my stomach from emptying onto a stranger's lawn. Seriously. It was bad. But if I wanted to find the underlying good that was behind all of the queasiness, I would say that my mind was so focused on not barfing that my legs didn't feel noticeably sore. 12:42 out and13:36 back. Still no walking though!