Notes
No plan, no route, no HR monitor. Put on the shoes, ran over to East Main and headed towards the interstate. Ran over to the Cape Girardeau side until the shoulder ended, turned around, came back into town and ran around some more. Didn't need or want to quit, but thought maybe I should. Since yesterday morning, just feel like running to be running. Its working, all my furniture is still intact and there are no bruises on my wife or kids. Know that I beat the crap out of my legs on the rough and uneven pavement on that county road during race. Waiting for that to set in. Heh, "...beat the "crap" out of..."? I'm back to speaking English instead of all the "French" that was flowing out a few hours ago.