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At one mile I had to stop. Right foot hurt. GRRRRR.
Did I not get enough sleep? I don't know.
Was my stride any different today? I can't tell.
Have I not been stretching out enough? Maybe.
Did I do too much Wednesday morning? I'll ask the crystal ball.
Was there some minor inflammation in my body today, because yesterday I ate something I'm mildly allergic to, but not enough that I could tell in any other way? Who knows?
Did I not get enough sleep? I don't know.
Was my stride any different today? I can't tell.
Have I not been stretching out enough? Maybe.
Did I do too much Wednesday morning? I'll ask the crystal ball.
Was there some minor inflammation in my body today, because yesterday I ate something I'm mildly allergic to, but not enough that I could tell in any other way? Who knows?
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I was thinking more of the alternative of being a pimply drama-ridden hormonal mess who's convinced I could do anything better than my parents could and who's so @#$! depressed I'm amazed I survived. I think I'm glad I'm not there any more.