It's 8:00 pm, I'm feeling better, although a little stressed watching KU play N.Carolina. Rock Chalk KU! Giving into the nagging, I get ready for a quick run. During this run, for the first time, I thought I would have thrown up. You see, I ate 4 slices of frozen pepperoni pizza about an hour before the run. I knew it would haunt me. My metablosim came to a screeching hault a long time ago & it takes me many hours to digest food. Pizza burping is nasty even on a short run.Rounding the corner into our culdasac, I hit the stop button on my snazzy Timex watch. Hey, it has a light too! In the dark pushing back my sleeve, I see that I ran 3 miles in 39 minutes! Wow! I was really dogging it! The run didn't feel that slow, but I'm still doped up on medicine & pizza, so what do I know?
Earlier, I was texting my friend who's running with me tomorrow, about running safey. She thinks I should carry something with me since I run in the dark on heavily traffic, lit roads. Entering into my kitchen, I find my phone and begin telling her I'm alive and how disappointed I was because I've ran 3 miles faster. As I text her, I pull back my sleeve & see 29:39! Holy crap, I really do need a Garmin! The Garmin Forerunner 110 or 405, I can't decide. I've been giggling about this since last night. What's your thoughts?