First eight blocks were a breeze. Running again after the first walk break sucked. Tipped forward, gave myself enough sensory information to find the posture to kill the stitch. Tried to focus on maintaining a constant, rather than force it. Monologued at Wri, tried to not appreciate Leia’s pride, and tried to figure out aspects of the new projects…
Was walking again when a guy shifted out of my way.
“Sorry.”
“I appreciate your respect for the dead.”
“Far left?”
“Four and one half blocks.”
“Kill it.”
And I did. Ran to my stairs, soon I will run up them.
Tonight I’m just glad I’m not actually dead.