Legs are sore as hell.
Blister on left foot hurts so badly.
Blister on right foot better stay off my radar.
Bandaid on blister on left foot was a bad idea.
Now there is a blister from where the bandaid rubbed its neighbor toe.
Pandora quit working after it played it's first song.
So all I could hear what myself run.
I felt like Ironman.
Not in a good way.
Every time I had to listen to my foot hit the ground
I envisioned a lead weight breaking through concrete.
There were no sprinklers today.
My shoes hurt so f**king badly that I took them off.
That last 1/3 of my already lame excuse for a run
was done shoeless.
I ended up arguing with my deceased mother in my head.
Because somehow today was her fault.
Miserable.
RELAPSE.
tomorrow is a new day, I guess.
this is harder than it sounds.
DONATE TO REHABILITATE
side note: blister count: 3 / hill: 2 Shannon: 1 / fml
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