I usually reserve the "Please-make-it-stop,-I-swear-I'll-never-do-it-again" supplication for the direst of straits.

But today I decided to go for a run fewer than four hours after digesting indigesting a Popeye's 2-pc. combo (with mac 'n cheese side) washed down with Dr. Pepper. At the 35 minutes mark, I felt that the plea seemed almost merited.

Now I remember why I only eat this every 5 years or so...