The Unforgiven

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!