After a three day weekend, Tuesday feels like Monday. Remembering after getting home after an extra-innings day at work (more and more of those lately, it seems) that today is a scheduled run day, I instead collapse into a chair. What's the matter with me? Oh yeah, I didn't have much lunch, and what I did have was six hours ago. Dear sweet Mrs. Crowndot makes dinner. Aah. That feels better. Wow, I bet I could even go for a run now. Except that the alimentary canal resembles a boa constrictor that just swallowed its monthly capybara.
If I want to stick to the run schedule, I have to plan the whole day around it.
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