With complete and total amazement, I would like to report that I had a great 9-mile run this past Sunday but I have to tell you that it’s an absolute miracle that I finished at all, much less in a reasonable time and feeling the way I did, because I tortured my body Friday and Saturday in the following ways:
- Friday night I stayed up late, smoked two cigarettes (ashamed to admit, but on occasion, while drinking…), and enjoyed a couple very large and very strong vodka and sodas.
- Saturday I drank lots of coffee, hardly any water at all, and went to the Great Frederick Fair, in the rain, where I ate (are you ready for this?): Sausage and peppers, a roast beef sandwich, a corn-dog, and a giant apple-dumpling with ice-cream. For lunch. Not exactly great fuel for an impending endurance run.
I woke up Sunday in the wee hours with a very upset stomach and feeling like I was catching a cold. Both the upset stomach and icky-cold feeling intensified as the morning went on. And it was raining Sunday morning which meant I’d spend all 9 miles on a treadmill at the gym (dreadful), so I was doing a lot of procrastinating.


























