I have done the unforgiven…. I walked during a run. Tonight I ate 2 brats, a huge helping of french fries, a double portion of cole slaw and a heaping bowl of ice cream for dessert. About 30 minutes after this feast I was bored so I went out for a nice long run. My knee was hurting a bit, but I thought I would give it a test and head out down Leonard Street westward. About 3 miles in my gut cramped to the point of nausea. I ran 2.2 more miles and stopped…. that is right… just plain stopped running. I have never done this (other than waiting for road crossings. The shame I have brought upon my household is immense. My run was 10.4 miles, but I walked for .1 miles; therefore I didn’t record the sad tenth of a mile. I don’t even know how to classify this run… distance? I didn’t run the 14 miles I intended… it wasn’t that hilly… it certainly wasn’t normal… and with the walking and the cramping it wouldn’t qualify as a speed run either. This run was sad – I will never run after a smorgasbord again!