That's right. I ran almost five miles before lunch today. And then I ate Chick-Fil-A. And then I felt like throwing up. In this heat.
So we get to the park and its already heating up. They always have a table with bagels, muffins, water, lemonade, etc. I knew if I ate/drank something sugary I wouldn't make it through the jog-a-thon so all I had was water. EVEN SO I just barely made it. I was running with some friends and twice I said, "I'm gonna stop for a sec, I feel nauseous."
IT WAS REALLY PATHETIC. I ONLY RAN 25 LAPS AND YET I FELT HORRIBLE.
I'm a mess. I can't run.
Blaze, however, ran 48 laps. And Penguin ran 30.
After, everyone was sprawled out on the grass breathing slowly or running around the playground when they brought out--
drumroll, please
*drumroll*
THE CHICK-FIL-A COW!
It was girl, weirdly. Isn't it usually a boy? It had a pink shirt and a bow and stuff... Anyway, if you've never had a chicken sandwich from Chick-Fil-A, SHAME! MEGA-SHAME! YOU'RE MISSING OUT! It's like a little piece of Heaven has taken the form of chicken deliciousness and landed in your hands. They're so good!!!!!
After that, some kids from my class and I sat on the grass and entertained ourselves with those mini cows they hand out and sang random songs.
As soon as I got home, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed on my bed and just breathed... Until my mom said I had to go to my orthodontist appointment. I couldn't bring myself to get up. I could've spent an hour just laying on my bed and relaxing my tired feet. Finally I said to myself, Abby, you have to move now. I moved my leg over an inch.
There, I moved.
I have a couple stories I'm working on, but I'm too tired right now to work on them. I'll be back when I'm not dragging myself around and then collapsing anymore.
--Abby
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