What is it they say about "best laid plans"?
(No, seriously, because I can't remember, and I feel like it fits this situation.)
The last few weeks have not been my friend.
I got a blister, derailed.
It got super effing hot, derailed.
Blister still hanging tough, derailed.
Vacation, I need the break from EVERYTHING, so...derailed.
Wake up the day after vacation so I can go out into the world and jog like it's my job?
SICK AS ALL FUCKITY FUCK!
I'm not feeling "better" today, per se, but I'm feeling...different? The crud has slowly moved to a different location in Sunny Bree-ida.
At BEST, I'm thinking I'll be back 100% on Tuesday. And even if that IS the case, I'm not gonna want to do any hardcore working out this week because that 5K in Gregory?
It's a week from today. TODAY. You hear that??? TODAY!!!!
So yeah.
Yeah.
Ok.
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