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That was a bad idea.

My dad called me just before 6:30pm tonight to see if we wanted to meet up with him and his gf at Pizza Hut. As dumb as I am, I said yeah sure. I knew we had to go to our running clinic at 7:30pm but I didn’t seem to care. So at Pizza Hut we had ceasar salad, chicken wings, cheese sticks, and pizza of course. At about 7:15pm we fly out of there and come home to get changed for running. We made it to the running clinic on time. So we start running. All was fine for the first kilometer…. Then I started getting killer cramps. A couple times I had to walk and even stop. About 3/4 of the way through the run I couldn’t handle it anymore so I ran into the fire hall and asked them if I could use their washroom. I’m so happy there was someone there. I think I would of shat in my spandex if I would of kept going. The rest of the run was a lot better.

Now, I still feel sick…..but I learned a valuable lesson. Don’t eat and run! Too bad I had to learn this one the hard way.

It’s already 11:15pm and I still didn’t pack for Ottawa. 6am is going to come so fast. I get to pack tomorrow morning, Yuck!

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