Dam those wings - Marathon J

Went diving on Sunday morning, move negative altitude training

I followed by a rather nasty buffalo wings and fries, but I was starving so before I could stop myself they were history.

3 hours later set out on a run. I knew from the taxi that from my dump (it's so bad I've written a trip advisor report) to flatts (nearby port) was 2 miles, so I ran down stopping at the Esso garage to pick up a ltr of water as I was thirsty from the dive.

God those wings kept coming back on me, nasty, I ran into Flatts and felt ok, although running slowly in the heat. I found the Bermuda rail way track so picked that up and ran, dam those wings.

I found out that I can't run and drink so I have to slow to a walk then drink then pick up the pace, in the heat the pace was sloooow.

Dam those wings, then I chucked up, not much, certainly not enough to satisfy a hungry dog but maybe enough to feed a small, not so hungry, cat. The water came in handy to take the taste away, at this point I turned to run back.

Running up hill and just after the water ran out, burp, ooops, dam those wings, vomit, again, similar proportions, but no water to cleanse the throat, dam those wings.

Feeling ill I carried on back to my dump. The stop watch said 1 hr 42 min, I've no idea how far I ran, I think 7-8 miles. But that's the longest I've run so despite the wings I was a happy chap.