My Curse

So it seems that I may be a bit cursed... or perhaps I am cursing myself. A few days ago, i posted a blog stating that my running has been reasonably consistent. a few weeks in the low 20s, steady improvement in mileage... no joint problems.

Then this past friday night, after a bertucci's binge and a quick hour nap, i awoke with an intense stomach pain. the pain was eerily familiar to a pain I had last summer after an eating binge in New hope. Similar to last summer, I woke up in the middle of the night, as sick as a dog after a bar of toblerone. Finally, at 6 in the morning, i woke up the woman and asked her to go to wawa and purchase a gun to put me out of my misery. In lieu of the gun, she was sweet enough to purchased some pepto, which i pounded for an hour an a half and finally fell back asleep at 8.

So, since the latest stomach episode, i am still trying to get back on the running horse. I tried monday, ran about 1 block until my stomach was pissed. Tuesday, ran about 1.5 miles til my stomach had enough, and today I am hoping for 5 during lunch.

the front wall effort starts this weekend. it should be fun... i need to figure out how to post pictures so i can do a before and after.