What Was I Thinking?

I did my usual short run (3.5 miles) last night. But I committed a cardinal running sin: I drank a big glass of water about 10 minutes before I started. Wow is that unpleasant! There were definitely a couple of times, especially climbing hills, where I thought I was going to hurl. But that is the kind of struggle that makes one stronger, right? So I toughed it out, and then when I got home took the dogs for a nice stroll to warm down.

I couldn't eat for many hours though: bleh!