Puketastic

Is the only way to describe the way I felt after today's workout.

I did 1 mile at 9 minute pace, hopped off and stretched. My transitions were slow, I was desperately talking myself out of puking in front of all of those folks at work I've taken pleasure in beating up myself. By the last one I was a glorious shade of crimson and my time was 24:50. Compare to the main site I'm slow as molasses, but my 400's were in 1:40-1:45. Whenever I do sprints I'm so hungry I could eat my own arm. Today I came home and ate 4 vegan hot dogs with ketchup, mustard, onion, and relish. I planned on eating 5, but Xavier, being the true ferret his is, stole one from me! All I can think about now is a shower- my clothes were soaked with sweat when I left the gym- and a nap. Oh, and more hot dogs!