Three Firsts

1) 10.75 miles run tonight -- this is the longest I've run by several miles. (The next one down is 8 miles. I also now hold the household record, as the longest Joey has ever done is 8).

2) The first time I've ever vomited as a result of running (or any sort of exercising). I've come close several times -- I mean, running to the bathroom urgently close. One of my trainers loves making her trainees barf -- it's a sign, for her, that they are working super-hard. I have a regimen I go through to prevent it -- Gatorade, some sort of fruit immediately after finishing. In the past, this has been sufficient. But not tonight.

3) The first time I've ever vomited in a Harris Teeter. Honestly, that statement could remain on it's own -- I puked as I was walking (running) out of Harris Teeter. I puked blue Gatorade and banana chunks right as a nice older man walked by (He thought, based on the blue puke, that I was vomiting mixed drinks. So, I guess I could have been trashier...). Thankfully, I have excellent vomiting skills. No lie, I've actually been complimented on my vomiting before. I'm very non-dramatic about it, and I almost always vomit in an appropriate place. My dad always had to clean up vomit when we were kids, so he taught us how to read, understand and respond to the various body cues about vomiting. In this case, I knew I would probably vomit before I walked out the door, so I grabbed an extra grocery bag at the checkout. This is where I vomited.

So, could have been worse. Still pretty mortifying, though...