Notes
Holy shit this was a horrible death-march. I got food poisoning or something the night before and puked a couple of times; I therefore had no dinner (puked up kale/tofu/cauliflower) in me and no fluid. I didn't sleep well because I was still nauseous. Then I got up at 7:50 to run with Steph and Jeremy, who run faster than I do, especially given how shitty I felt.
I told them after 10 miles to go home and I'd make my own way home: it was good i did. I felt horrible those last 2 miles, and then felt like death all day afterwards: I ate french toast, a pound of grapes, a donut, and some popsicles. that was all I could stomach.
took ibuprofen since we were going to go downhill.