I made it to the gym yesterday, and did a 1/2 mile warm up, 1.5 miles of intervals (two 80% laps followed by a recovery lap) and then another 1/2 mile of cool down. It was good. It was so good. The last half mile my arm was all achy-throbby, which is why it was 1.5 miles of intervals instead of 2 miles of intervals. Next time though I think I'll get it.
I woke up with a stomach ache at 2am this morning, and made it back to bed around 5. When I finally stopped arguing with my alarm and got up for good it was close to 8am. I'm still on the "wonk" side of things, I have no idea what my insides are rebelling against, but I have a feeling that the intestinal militia (or whatever it is they are calling themselves, perhaps the Stomach Storm Troops is a better name, alliteration and all) is about to attempt an overthrow of some sort of evil internal regime, and I, as the innocently by standing civilian, will be paying the high price of nausea and possible misery. Why can't we all just make peace already? I'd like to be able to eat lunch today.
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