I met Julie at the gym and ran on the treadmill. You know it's bad when you go to bed with a stomach ache and wake up with one. I started running and knew I was in for it. I took my pace up to 6.7 and thought I'd puke so I took it back down to 6 and stayed there for quite a while. Took it up to 6.4 for a while then to 6.7 and decided to call it quits at 9 miles. We'd planned on 12 but.... Julie got over 10 miles in the same amount of time. I don't know what my deal was or is. I still feel yucky. Now that Christmas is over, I need to dump all the goodies in the garbage and start over. I think my body is on a permanent sugar high and going on strike:) |