On Monday I decided to go on my favorite 6 mile run. From DD to the Marina jetty. It was maybe the worst run ever. Most likely it was a perfect storm of factors that contributed to this run being so bad. First, I am still getting over this cold/cough thing and my stomach has been really irritated the last few days. Second, I had a small bowl of cereal and a glass of a day old smoothie for breakfast, that was all I had until I ran at lunch time. The one thing that I didn't do wrong (or so I thought) was good ol rule #1 when going on runs. Always go to the bathroom right before you run. Well, I had already gone around 9 in the morning, but not wanting to break the rule, I tried and did go. I don't think I made it a mile before I had to go again. Then again at mile 4. It was awful. I walked probably 20 minutes of it because my stomach was cramping up so much. A run that usually takes me about 50 minutes wound up going over 1.5 hours.
Tuesday, I took the day off.
So today I decided to head down to the pier and maybe say hi to my friend the pull up bars. Got rule #1 out of the way and headed out. This time I felt a lot better. No cramping, no urges, and no wind. I made my way up the stairs of the pier and down the side of the pier where the roller coaster is. I was nearing the corner where you turn to go onto the main walkway when I noticed a couple standing near the railing. When I was about 40 feet from them, the guy goes down to one knee, holding a small box.
It was a good day.
That's them down at the very end.
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