Not a great day today

Ran three miles this morning. Am now missing a layer of skin where my bra's chest band rubs. (Want reduction surgery, dammit.) Cramps hit about a half hour ago, and I managed to crawl to the bathroom for Vicodin. Now I can walk but I shouldn't drive. That's OK, I don't want to leave the house without a bra, and I won't let anything touch my oozy ribcage.

Some days I just oughtta take an extra half-Vicodin and go back to bed, y'know?

Granted, the skin abrasion is partly my own stupid fault. I put an enormous Band-Aid on my sternum, where the abrasion is usually worst. The Band-Aid's smooth outer surface helped the chest band slide much more dramatically than it ever had before, creating big ouchy spots on the unprotected skin to either side. I won't try THAT again.

Hey, while I'm at it, I did another dumb thing: put moleskin on the growing complex of blisters on my left foot. Peeling that off made some changes to the delicate balance of things (oops, ouch) and left a layer of pink stickiness behind. Fortunately rubbing alcohol gets rid of pink stickiness, but it sure doesn't feel good in freshly opened blisters. I think that today my IQ -- no, make that "common sense quotient" if there is such a thing -- is somewhere around my shoe size.

Can I try today over again?

Writing Exercise: There is probably a way to make this funny.

Find One Good Thing Exercise: I'm very pleased with the pace. Here are the run stats, courtesy gs's watch:
1st mile 11 minutes (and perhaps a few seconds?)
end of mile 2: 23:20
end of mile 3: 35:45

Time to go do something requiring NO common sense and no operating heavy machinery. I'll do that, as soon as I figure out what it might be.