So, I never, ever put decimals on my mileage, but last night I ran farther than I was planning, and I feel like I will lose track of the extra mileage if I don’t make note of it. I was running a new route, and basically just knew I was spending a little bit too much time getting to where I thought I was going. The run was fine, and I was never lost, just kind of confused about the total distance.
When I got home, I started cooking dinner and proceeded to slice open my hand so bad trying to separate frozen chicken burgers that I had to go to the ER to get stitches. That sucked. Ti drove me there and we walked in at like 9pm, and we walked out at 2am. There was sooooooooo many people there, and so much sitting around doing nothing. I was so exhausted and starving that I was really debating leaving, but I knew I needed stitches so I had to stick around. It was a crazy scene.
I am going to take tonight off because I can’t get my stitches wet for 24 hours, but I have the rest of my week planned out and I’m hoping to hit 40 miles total. The weather has been really nice so that has made things a lot easier, and I’m looking forward to seeing how 12 goes on Saturday. Alright, see ya later.