I burp a lot. It runs in the family. It has actually gotten a lot better I think, but I suppose I am biased. Seriously though, it does run in the family. I have been told my grandmother burps a lot too.
Sunday I ran 15 miles. It hurt. A lot. And not just my left knee and right foot, mentally. First time I have actually thought that this marathon is going to suck. Anyways...I decided that I would take some ibuprofen after the run and right before I went to bed. Unfortunately I have a very sensitive stomach to it and I forgot my Zantac the next day. I had terrible indigestion all day and when I got home I picked Ellie up and immediately let out about 3-4 loud burps with my hand over my mouth. Ellie instantly put her hand over her mouth and then went ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh. It was drop dead hilarious.
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