Monday morning, Grampa reheated breakfast burritos and handed them out before our run. I didn't like running on an empty stomach, but I can't say this was much better either. It was reassuring that Noah and Dave had the same thoughts.
"Maybe just fruit before run, Grampa." Dave suggested as the three of us all sat slumped in the kitchen chairs.
"Agreed." Noah burped and held his stomach. "I feel like it's trying to make a reappearance."
I rested my head on the table. "Don't talk about it otherwise it might happen."
