I did feel better afterward.

I threw up on the subway platform yesterday. I know. Gross.

I've gotten in the bad habit of going for midday runs when it's really hot and just prior to needing to head off to work or some other appointment. Yesterday was more of the same-- 5 miles in Prospect Park followed by a quick shower. I wasn't feeling that great after so I consumed the following:

Cold water: it was really hot
V-8: it has carbs; I love it.
Saltines & peanut butter: carbs & protein - what more could a girl ask for?

I bought a Sprite at my subway stop for further preventative action. Sweltering is an understatement for the weather conditions there. Like we said in Houston, "It's not the heat; it's the humidity." Luckily an airconditioned train wasn't long in coming and I made it to the next station to transfer. It was pretty bad there too, but my D train came quickly and I thought I was in the clear. Until I realized someone was eating perhaps the most offensive hot food possible on my car --- some sort of warmed-up vending machine burrito/Hot Pocket type food. Seriously.

I made it to the West 4th street stop. It was like being underwater in a greenhouse. I found the exit and made it to the middle level of that station. Upon seeing a long trashcan in the middle of that hot empty room, my stomach quickly indicated what was coming next. After revisiting all my post-running snacks, I made my way up one more level and out of the station, considering my options for working that night. As luck would have it, I ran into my nanny family dad and daughter on the way out of the turnstile. And that was that.