Two-a-Day

This morning started with a nice 5-miler with an old friend. Since I mostly run solo, it was quite nice to be able to converse while running. The loop we ran was a veritable tripe down memory lane as we passed 3 (and could have gone for 4) of the houses in which I was raised.

Although I was scheduled to run 13 today, my stomach was not exactly cooperating. The 5-miler was enough. So, I decided to postpone the remaining miles until this evening.

After a rather mediocre dinner with the family (@ Red Robin, a rather mediocre burger chain in a rather mediocre mall) involving a chicken burger (exactly what it sounds like) and a bottomless basket of steak fries (no thanks, I prefer bottomed baskets of steak fries), I decided to give the running thing another go. So, I set out to run 8. After 5.5 brisk miles, the stomach started acting up again, so I cut it short.

10.5 miles on a bad stomach isn't too terrible. Hopefully, this will go down as my "bad week" and I can regain my running mojo on Tuesday. This coming week will be a long mileage week culminating in a 20-mile long run next Sunday. Hopefully, the stomach will cooperate. Perhaps I should lay off the chicken burgers.