RIIIIP!

I went out for an ez run last night since J decided that she was going to run with me today. J BERRY BERRY FAST, and me not so much any more... so I was going to save up whatever speed that I could muster for tonight so that I could almost keep up with her without barfing.

Probably a bad move... whenever you change your stride, bad things happen. About 2 miles in, I took one too many strides and the calf just went. Or maybe its the Achilles attachment. Whichever, that was the end of me running last night, and I had to hobble a mile + back to the Queen Cab.

It would have to be on my good leg, too.

On the bright side, I did find a dime. So while I'm sulking about not being able to run, I can treasure my new found wealth.