I couldn't sleep and got up in the middle of the night to hit the home treddy. It was dead. I take back every bad thing I ever said about it. Crap.
Hit the downtown Y today for my "long" run. Started at 6:40 pace and was gunning for my usual 15 but about 10 miles in started feeling queasy, which quickly progressed to severe nausea. I bailed at 11 miles and tried to walk it off but realized I better get Vanessa out of kidzone and head home for private barfing. Haven't thrown up yet, but stomach is still in uproar. Not sure what the problem is--coffee and apple for breakfast bad? cheap tv dinner last night bad? getting a 24 hour bug? yuck.
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