My brilliant idea back fired on me tonight. Anticipating the busy weekend ahead of watching my girlfriend race on Sunday and one legged holiday shopping I decided to come home after work instead of meeting up with the team. The plan was to get home at a good time then R.I.C.E. a couple of times before drifting off to sleep. The bright spot is that I had a wonderful impromptu lunch with my doting girlfriend and booked a massage for next Tuesday with a woman I am thoroughly frightened of. She has "Talons of Fury."
I got home and took Luke for a crutch, then fed him and myself. Now I am going crazy. Not only did I not get to run tonight but I also broke my routine. I complain a lot about this. But I am an addict. I need to run, it is my drug of choice and I will not give it up. We are all addicted to one thing or another, some vices are just more healthy than others.
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