Tummy troubles

After the day I tried to run 10 miles after eating spinach-artichoke tip, tortilla chips and beer for dinner the night before, you would think I had learned my lesson. But that event was followed by an attempt to run after drinking some weird frozen coffee beverage and eating a cupcake. I'm so silly sometimes.

I read awhile back that to be a runner you have to eat like a runner... sometimes I still forget, however. Just yesterday I made some funny comment about having eaten chilli dogs and grocery store sushi with Shawna, and then this morning I set out to run five miles.

I made it about 2.5, with a few walking breaks (which is not normal for me, I'd rather just slow my pace than walk, as I tend to not want to start running again). The reason Mini Leslie is in the sidebar saying I ran less than a mile during my last workout is because I kept pausing her and/or accidentally ending my workout. I was fine when I first set out, but then I started getting horrible stomach cramps and felt like dying. Silly, silly me.

The irony of the situation is that on one part of my little adventure I found myself thinking, "I wish someone I know would drive by and say hi so that I could jump in their car and get a ride home." When I got back home, my father mentioned that he had driven by me, but I didn't see him. My response? "Why the heck didn't you circle back by and let me stop running?" He said I seemed like I was having a lovely time. Nothing could be further from the truth.

He also made me a grilled cheese sandwich. Sometimes there are perks to moving back in with your parents.