I actually pulled my butt out of bed before 8 am to run this morning. It's really nice and sunny plus I had my headphones on and I guess I got a little carried away because I suddenly felt like I was going to puke. Not just a little like I was going to puke; alot like I was going to puke. I'd just crossed the bridge from Island Park to the River Walk. I'm pretty sure I saw my ex husband fishing. (I say pretty sure because I was running and he had his back to me and I wasn't going to stop and stare.) And there were people coming the other way. How embarassing that would have been to be bent over the railing puking my guts out. People probably would have thought that I was a drunk sobering up from the night before. But, I slowed way down and managed to hold in my cookies…Now I feel pretty good.
