Notes
897 days. Holy shit I survived. This was one of the dumbest runs I've ever gone on, yet I'm oddly pleased by the results. I'm pretty sure running cured me. I mean, it actually kicked my ass and was extremely difficult when I was alert enough to know where I was running, but I was just so happy to be more than .5 miles away from my apartment I really didn't care. Thank you to whoever wrote "GOOD JOB!" on the sidewalk in big red letters at mile 2, and the heron that flew over my head at mile 3 was pretty amazing as well. First time in almost three days....I had a (small) appetite when I got back!