My pal Mel was in town over the weekend to run into the Twin Cities marathon, and, uh, it didn't go as well as expected. I found out on Monday night that she had collapsed due to heat exhaustion, dehydration, ridiculously high temperature... all that good stuff. The short story is that Melissa is out of ICU and back at either her mom's or her dad's place, and she'll return to Chicago this weekend. WCCO ran a story about her near-death experience.
The lesson, I think, is to never run marathons. You want to run? Fine. You want to push yourself? Fine. Make your goal...oh...5 miles, 10 miles? Maybe even 12 miles. That seems much more reasonable, right?
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Bullshit! Run til u DIE! You know, after you've crapped yourself...and peed...and nearly died a couple times.
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