Notes
the plan was the do the treadmill this morning...but i thought that gauging out my eyeballs with an ice pick would be more enjoyable, so i didn't. honestly, i was hobbling around all day and not really walking right. i'm like, what the hell and thinking what's gone away? the thought of running when chris gets home is not a good one. i then remember the tea - jesus christ, i haven't had any all week! so i drink the shit - tastes like ass. within 15 minutes - new girl. so this evenings run was AWESOME! felt like i was flying. haven't run up rick's side of the hill in a LONG time. that bastard couldn't even kick my ass - not tonight!