Wow, I managed to get outside today and go for a run. The shock of which gave me a burst of adrenaline that had me hammering down the main drag like I was running a 1500 m race against a Kenyan.
I was planning on going for an hour run, as that's what my randomly generated schedule called for. It had also called for a lunch time workout but that got dropped so I could stare at columns and formulas over lunch and into the afternoon. Hate is a strong word for that activity but swear words were uttered.
Anyway, in my crazy, tedious project induced, delirium I forgot that it was only two days ago that my knee stopped hurting after dropping every last ounce of my weight on it on the sharp corner of the stairs.
LIke some bizarre punishment, that I no doubt deserve, my knee started hurting at exactly the turn around point of my 1 hour run.
I ran back like sort of like a one legged person who had to go to the bathroom, but more like a guy with a f'ed up knee who had to go to the bathroom.
Onward and upward. Tomorrow's another day.
