Notes
Had to make a new category for this one. Plans to run with Henz yesterday didn't work out and I wasn't motivated to run by myself, so missed Sat.
We had a big steak dinner around 5:00. An hour later I finished off the rest of the steak that wouldn't initially fit in the stomach. Then Kelly suggest we all go for a family run. I would push the kids in the big stroller while she runs along with us. Sure, what the hell. We head out and it's awkward pushing the stroller because it weighs at least 40 lbs on it's own plush each kid is now over 35 lbs. Still, we're having fun, singing, being silly and swatting bugs away. A couple miles it I burp/spit-up nasty chunks of steak and acid. That was lovely. Then I start having nasty farts. Other than that though, the stomach held up better than expected. The distance is a good guess and I have no idea the time and it wouldn't matter tonight.