The Jogging LaBellas made their mark at the Potomac River Run. At the finish line, The Roaming LaBella-Juers Cheering Squad patiently waited for "g" as he sucked on an air tank while receiving an on-the-spot EKG provided by the on duty, Belle Haven EMT. It's not that "g" was on his death bed... he just couldn't stand up or breathe, and he kept mumbling something about... "I see the light..."

Following a most deserving leg massage from Jody, Marathon Jeannie wheeled "g" over to the Durango and drove them home. By then, "g's" relatives had long since left the race. Little had anyone realized... the Meatball That Killed had been on the prowl and left it's mark!

After a quick stop and a hobble to get a Coke at CVS, the Jogging LaBellas got home around 2:00 PM to some very disturbing news. That morning, Dan and Jackson woke up with stomachaches, nausea, and a wanting to purge. RB, who so dutifully led the Roaming LaBella Cheering Squad up and down the race course, had the developing hankering for a good long bout of vomititis, hot and cold flashes, and the most gnawing sense he had food poisoning - again! Around 3:00 PM, Samantha made good use of the throw-up pot in her bedroom. And the Jogging LaBellas? Well, they both felt weak and nauseous... and it wouldn't be until 1:00 AM when "g" joined the vomit bucket brigade! Yep. They all had varying degrees of food poisoning. The Meatball That Killed had struck hard... somewhat delayed... but, hard!

It wouldn't be for, four more days until RB and "g" would feel well again. Coupled with marathon fatigue, "g" certainly got the double whammy. And one thing was for sure... it was a mystery (or was it LaBella Karma striking in 3s) that Marathon Jeannie and "g" were able to run their respective races.

Post Marathon Note:

"g" finished his first marathon. He's now a marathoner at large. He would take the next week off to nurse leg strain from over use, and gradually learn about the marathon recovery process as he planned to run the Adirondack Long Distance Festival Marathon on 9/26, and then 5-weeks later, the Marine Corps Marathon. And, the Meatball That Killed? Beware. It's somewhere out there...