WEATHER: Cold and windy and rainy and a little demoralizing.
MILES: 25? Many of which involved stomach-clutching awfulness.
MILES THIS WEEK: 25? Many of which involved stomach-clutching awfulness.
WHERE TO: Crescent Trail, Bethesda, Wisc Ave., back to the trailhead, down the Mall, several detours to several (CLOSED! YOU BASTARDS!) restrooms, home.
TODAY’S RUNNING SONG: http://youtu.be/YUtHjOvPKT0 (Yes, I hate the video as much as you do, but the song puts me in coke-addled 2-minute-mile territory, I swear.)
So I’ve been in a foul mood (and not posting) for a while, largely because of a nasty bout with what I imagine to be tendinitis in my right foot/Achilles tendon. And as loyal readers know, injuries — even minor ones — turn me into a drooling hellbitch who goes on Netflix-and-enchilada benders. Granted, I can still run on it, but not without a bit of pain. Hmph. Today I found myself actually asking myself:
Whose pants are these in my apartment?