Waffles make me happy. Correction, waffles used to make me happy. Over the past few years, my diet has become more restrictive to accommodate some digestive issues.
Occasionally, I will stray. Sometimes it's not a big deal, other times I pay the price...today was one of those times.
Occasionally, I will stray. Sometimes it's not a big deal, other times I pay the price...today was one of those times.
Woke up with mild stomach discomfort, which became worse as I drove to the race...drank a bottle of a bottle of accelerade and felt better during my warm-up.
The first lap I went off the front to test my legs and felt pretty good. The field did not respond so I went back into the pack for another two laps. That's when it hit me. Unable to fight it off, I made a bee-line for the port-o-potty.
Lesson learned...four belgian waffles are not an acceptable dinner on the night before a race...but they were mighty tasty!
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