Ah... the joys of running.
On my 19 miler Tuesday it must have happened a dozen times or more. Enough times that it was on my mind. (If it's just once or twice I forget about it pretty quickly.) All this thought - and not wanting to think about my tired legs - led me to name the phenomenon. I think it deserves a name, don't you? And henceforth, I shall refer to it as:
burp + barf = burfing
Sounds better than burmit (a failed Muppets character) or vomurp (a swamp creature). So burfing it is. I"ll leave you with a benediction: May all your runs be free of burfing.
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| See... even Calvin burfed. |
