Well I think I've learned something about moderation. I felt ill all day yesterday after my run--weak, nauseated, and...more weak. I finally just went to bed early (8:30), hoping I would feel better today, and I do. I felt bad being so useless yesterday though, so I better not run any more Friday nights! Today is June 1st. I am sure that date means nothing to most of you, unless it is your birthday or something, and if so, Happy Birthday. But to my slightly superstitious brain it is a day of dread. The 2 worst, most excruciatingly painful days of my life both happened to fall on a June 1st, so I always have a secret desire to crawl back in bed and cover my head with my blankets every time it rolls around. So far, so good. Maybe it's not too late to just crawl back into bed...
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