I'm the one who keeps running and so I'm the one to blame. 10 miles, then 8, then another 8, even after it was obvious a bandaid wasn't going to do a bit of good.
I limped down the hallway after work at the end of the day and had bled through my sock by the time I stopped to look. Then I just tapped that bad boy up and, you guessed it, ran.
I can't concentrate when I go an extended period of time without a run. It throws me off, so I suffer on one end to avoid the drag on the other.
New shoes, which I aquire frequently, rubbed all the skin clear off a toe, and I don't have the patience for healing. It has has been unforgiving over the past couple of days.
So has the cold.
I'm dreaming about blankets and pillows.
And it's only 9:00.
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