So perhaps you followed along on my festive marathon run yesterday via twitter.
Then you know I got sicky mcthrowup pooperson.
Life goes on. The race was going well. Mile 12 came and I knew I was getting sick. Mile 13.1 and the fun began. Then it was my goal to just finish the race. I finished in 4:22:32. Not my best time, but not the worst. I threw up three times, one time in front of fireman, which was epic and went to the bathroom twice. If I had to