I woke up in a foul mood, probably something to do with Saturday's events. I ended up losing my ATM, canceling, and of course I have subsequently found it. I went to Terra Linda to swim, busted out 2800 yards which I'm pretty happy with given that I haven't been swimming much. I was angry at myself because I decided not to go do a 30 mile run that morning in Big Basin Redwood Park. Turns out it's a good thing I did not.
After my swim I did a 2.5 hour run on Tam. I think the sun got to me even though I was running with two water bottles filled with junk, which is more than I normally go with. I ran with no shirt on because it feels good and so that women could smile in wild wonder at the joy that they had found (my naked torso--a friend called me Leonidas. Compliments like that are what this fragile ego needs. All day. All night).
I developed a massive blister that got infected and leaves me limp and lame. It was spewing white chunky pus blocks like cottage cheese and it was free flowing. I grew concerned as to the source of it. How much cottage cheese could I have in me? Turns out a lot. I finally cut the puppy open, giddy at having a new wound to play with. I cleaned it out and put neosporin on it. By noon the next day it dried up, but it is still tender.
I didn't even get a very good tan.
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