i set out to run 90 minutes this morning as prescribed by mr. higdon. i ran the first half hour alone and then was joined by my good friend mike for three loops around lemon park.
everything was going fine until i left lemon park in search of a final 30 minutes of running. climbing up the incline on 8th street, gastric distress hit. i ran through it. it hit again. i ran through it. finally, after several attacks, i had to stop to walk. it was that uncomfortable. i walked for a bit and then ran again. i had to walk again. ugh! i hate running sometimes.
i don't remember how many times i had to walk to keep the bear at bay, but i finally decided enough was enough and took the most direct route i could home. even as i approached the house, i toyed with running the final six minutes. about that time urgency returned. i quit. there will be another day.