I never said I was smart. I was supposed to go for a long run after work today. However, things got crazy midway through the afternoon, and I never got a chance to eat anything for lunch. So, instead of just sticking it out, I decided to head home, wolf down some oatmeal cookies and gatorade and then go for a run. Apparently, nothing spells bricks in your tummy like oatmeal cookies. And that's how my 9-mile run went to 1 mile with 2 miles of walking. Argh.
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Ha ha! My chief instructor and I went to breakfast together two saturday's ago before classes at the martial arts school. I was trying to get something not too filling, not greasy, etc.
He laughed and ordered one of those plates that come with a leg sized omelette, pancakes, hash browns, bacon, etc and said (half kiddingly), "I don't have to do anything but tell you guy's what to do!"
Man, you're up to 9 miles!?! You're sick! Way to go, Kate~!
lone voice in the background singing . . .
Like a rock
I was strong as I could be . . . .
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