Dim Sum

Over six hours (not two, Ming) after Ming took Kyle and I to Dim Sum in St. Paul, and my stomach is finally starting to calm down. I came home, got on my bike to do a few hill laps, went about half a block and a grinding stomach cramp nearly took me down in the middle of the street. Many Tums later, the twisting in my gut is settling down a bit. I suspect there's something in one of the dishes I should not be eating. I've never had anything I've eaten keep me off my bike before, and a Chipotle burrito with red sauce is a normal mid-ride lunch for me. Don't think I'll ever be doing that before or during a ride again. At least I'm prepared in the future.

(But thank you for lunch, Ming and Julie [and Logan]). I appreciate getting introduced to someplace new even if it had a bad side effect.