tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446080505629636230.post7418215533294004520..comments2023-10-29T08:35:02.067-05:00Comments on Running Endlessly Through Time: Going Bonkety bonk bonkI am a runner. "We are what we repeatedly do"http://www.blogger.com/profile/02521853843930270632noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446080505629636230.post-86397584472645692932007-02-26T09:06:00.000-05:002007-02-26T09:06:00.000-05:00Greg,I once ran a 10k with a gallon of milk strapp...Greg,<BR/><BR/>I once ran a 10k with a gallon of milk strapped to my back and your correct, it was not fun!!!! plus it was strawberry milk so it weighted even more than regular milk!!!<BR/><BR/>FordFordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01887821611198063515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6446080505629636230.post-21962275978767239432007-02-23T21:37:00.000-05:002007-02-23T21:37:00.000-05:00Greg,I totally bonked on Tuesday night when runnin...Greg,<BR/>I totally bonked on Tuesday night when running with Keith, Sean, and Amy. I'd run 4 by myself and another 9 with Sean and Keith. After 13 miles I felt great and was planning on 20+ even if it meant tacking on after the group run. We stopped at Kerry's for a few minutes before heading out again. Maybe half a mile later I was nauseous, dizzy, and had trouble focusing. I had to sstop and lean against a fence. I bid the group adieu and made a beeline for the bar we had planned to meet at later. After a beer and basket of bread I was a-okey, but it wasn't fun at all!Bryon Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03145211090529511625noreply@blogger.com