Notes
Man, god help me if this isn't the worst week of 2015. All around shitty. Fighting with the wife, work pains in the ass. No time for running, and crazy sore legs after running a horrible four miler. Still sore from Tuesday, wtf?.
I just want to curl up with Arrested Development and a cold sixer.
Come on Chris, get your fucking shit together. Don't give up, turn this trainwreck around. Stretch, ice, run, eat well, drink little, sleep at least 49 hours next week.
So as to not be all negative (start that fucking turn right now!) my shining light of the last seven days was Taking A out to see the stars last night (finally clear skies). He loves that stuff.