So you know in Rocky IV when Rocky is all "I'm running up this mountain and f*ck Drago and I miss Mickey and Apollo"?

Yeah, so we're running tonight in this God-awful heatwave because it's almost 7 and it's got to cool off. As we ended the run, uphill no less in the sweltering non-nivious conditions, "Hearts on Fire" came on the workout mix.

So we thought of that scene, where ol' Rock in his sweat leather jacket and wooly cap conquers that random mountain in Siberia or wherever the f*ck.

And we finish strong. Arms, yes, pumping. Legs actually moving. And we feel good. No. Eff that. We feel great. We're in shape almost and really, really content -- and we're sprinting up the hill with the last verse.

We burst through the finish just as the song finished and WHAM, we done dry-heaved for the first time in our life.

Yes. We almost, um, vomitted/vomited. We never vomit. We never, ever vomit. Over anything. Proof? We still don't know if the past tense has two Ts are not. And it's on the list of words we can't use in certain company, right next to "moist."

And we don't want to look it up because we don't want to think about it anymore.

So we did it just once. And then we walked. For like another half-hour, just to cool down and make sure no other random body rebellions would kick in.

And then we drank water. A sh*tload of water.

Good story, no? Let's never talk about it again.