Short, but Chlorinated

My stomach has been driving me crazy since the race. Perhaps I will think next time before I abuse my body to run in a race (abuse is definitely an exaggeration). I ate white rice and chicken on Sunday in the hopes that this would help make me feel a bit more normal. It did, but then I think it was countered by the chocolate chip cookies I baked (and ate). I took the day off from exercise on Sunday - it helped that I spent a large part of the day in Rhode Island at the beach and the rest was spent in Boston with crummy weather. Yesterday I told myself to wait until after work to decide whether or not to run. I decided not to run when my stomach was still bothering me at the end of the day, but as I got more antsy I decided to go swim. I swam a little over a mile, doing it almost continuously. 250 to warm up, then 1750. It felt good to get back in the water - it's been a while. It took me the first 250 to get back into the breathing pattern, but then I was fine. I really love being in the pool - I really don't love smelling like the pool after leaving though.