Today's run was far better than Saturday's run. I planned to run 3 miles. I successfully ran 3 miles. My time was not hideous (not great, but not hideous). It didn't rain. I made it all the way to the next village over and saw a Maypole in the distance. What more could I ask for?
Maybe one little thing. When I flew over, I got a slight sore on my foot because I didn't wear socks on the plane. That is your lesson for today: wear socks on the plane. It's been an annoying sore because it doesn't seem to want to go away (that and I figured out I was out of bandages on Sunday and pretty much everything is closed on Sundays). Today, I looked down at around 2.7M of the run and realized that I had blood all over my sock. Like Curt Schilling in Game 6 of the 2004 ALCS. Okay, not really, because it didn't hurt at all. It is a really persistent, yet tiny, cut.
Today, we get bandages.
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