It's been a while since I got a serious side stitch (although I do remember grabbing at my side and listing to the right at one point during our last half marathon), but today was brutal. I was running up a hill when my side started hurting, and by the time I was running down the other side of the hill I was ready to scream because my side was on fire. There was a very fit woman that was running up the hill as I was going down, and normally my pride would never, ever let her pass me at a faster pace than I was going. Today, I was mostly willing myself to keep moving without grimacing. I'm pretty sure I looked like a new runner who was afraid of running down hill. Sigh.
|Even on the best of days, I'm not the "lets sprint up that hill" type..|