Dude

So, the postscript to yesterday was that there is also a pretty decent bruise/scrape on my upper arm. Good stuff.

I was stood up for the lunch run by everyone else. Klink claimed that he got out of a meeting late – right, he’s got “meetings” and other “work” that he claims must get “done.”

The deep bruise on the left thigh is, indeed a deep bruise. I could feel every step.

Beautiful day, indeed. The run felt good, and since there was nobody to hold me back (ha!) I went 4 and a half. Good, good run.

So, now, I’m chillin’ in Cleveland – wait, Columbus. Cannot wait to run in the morning. There’s a thunderstorm rolling through, and I’d forgotten how much I loved midwestern storms.

Tonight – wings and beer and a good night’s sleep.