Remember the bike in concrete debacle? You can refresh your memory and laugh at my expense by clicking here. Tonight’s 1/2 marathon training run gave the Concrete Bike Debacle (CBD as it is now commonly known) a run for its money.
I should have known it wasn’t going to go well when I started out with lingering heartburn and indigestion issues from last night’s exorbitant amount of garlic. I had one Olive Garden breadstick last night for dinner, ONE, but my body said “no way, Jose! (my body is bilingual) Garlic is not okay! (my body is also a poet). My body’s a jerk. Continue reading