Ugh...

Big Indian dinner. Lots of vindaloo. Filled to the brim with hearty Indian goodness. And I decide to sprint after my father who's riding a bicycle. Why? Good question. Because I don't run often, and I'm really quite full, and after a block or so, I'm pretty much ready to vomit, pass out, and die. Not necessarily in that order, either. Ow. My torso hurts. I think the lesson learned here is this: never run for any reason, ever. EVER! I'm going to go lay down for a while, until I can breathe properly again.