Today I reset the counter. The workout didn't exactly feel great, but I completed it. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to go out for a little run. Hopefully two miles. That doesn't sound like much, but I haven't been able to nix this nagging foot injury from my surfing adventures in Costa Rica. (I unofficially dubbed it turf toe. If it can take down NFL players, I had no chance.) My last attempt was during those glorious spring days in March, but ended badly in shooting pains before I could go a mile. Four months later, I'm ready to give it another try.
If all else fails, I'll just veer off the Lakefront Trail and plop down in the sand. Call it a beach morning. Then it's back to this computer to throw my name in some hats and explore my return to the world of full-time employment.
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