Had A Bad Day Again

Topic: Chicken and Ham(strings)
Key Words: Devil's Chicken, Glaciers, Flattop Mountain
Word Count: 481
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Here's a synopsis of my time from Thursday at lunch to Saturday afternoon:

Ate Chicken Diablo (The Devil's Chicken!) for lunch on Thursday; went to Felix run despite feeling sick to my stomach; had to stop two miles into Felix run and walk back due to crazy bad hamstring pain (first time I can remember ever having to stop a run for injury); went home, checked temperature, it was 100 degrees; napped until 1:30AM and finally evicted the contents of my stomach ... the diablo was still there, I had been poisoned!; by 6AM my fever was gone and I was feeling better (certainly food poisoning); finally ate some food Friday night, but no way I would make Saturday morning's HoustonFIT run (certainly due to the sickness, maybe even due to the hammy, not sure if it's really injured or if Thursday was just a passing pain)

Thursday to Friday - certainly a bad day. I'm really ticked about missed today's run with HoustonFIT, as I'm to the point of Chicago training that I wanted to step up my milage. I hope to try a short run today and get in the long run tomorrow if the hammy is up to it.

Alaska update!

I haven't gotten around to writing a narrative of my Alaskan escape, but I have put the pictures online. Here's a very brief description of each day, and link to my photo albums on Snapfish.

Day Zero (I guess) - Some pictures from the plane. Nice ones of ice fields and glaciers near Alaska.

Day One - I took a trip to Denali National Park, home of North American's tallest mountain, Mount McKinley. You have to travel through Denali on bus, so most of my pictures are from various stops or actually from inside the bus.

Day Two - Kenai Peninsula and Kenai Fjords National Park. The park is home to Exit Glacier, which is one of the only glaciers in Alaska you can actually walk up to (I have a thing for glaciers, I don't know why).

Day Three - After the half marathon, I decided to try and climb Flattop Mountain! The mountain is a 3000 some odd foot tall structure just East of Anchorage and is Alaskas most summitted mountain. One website said "a few people die each year climbing it" but another said "grandma can make it with some stops". There's no way granny and her walker could summit this thing, and with rain starting, my running shoes were getting poor grip on the slippery rock (and I was tired as hell), so I didn't quite make it to the top, stopping about 100 feet from the summit.

Snapfish -> http://www1.snapfish.com/photolibrary/t_=8487359