Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I found out today that we're heading on vacation today and not tomorrow.  Glad I knew that before I went running or I might not have gone.  However, the run wasn't the best.  My knee started hurting again.  I got to almost University and stopped to stretch out a bit.  I started running again and got to the other side of the Floodway.  But after a while I had to stop and walk.  This happened two more times.  I would pause my Strava each time, so what's normally about 2.54 miles ended up being 2.32 miles.

I was driving for a good chunk of the day Monday.  It was very uncomfortable.  My knee didn't like it.  I slept on my sister's couch, but had to scrunch up.  I woke up with my knee throbbing, so I laid down on the floor for the rest of the night.  I didn't run yesterday.  I woke up a little after 5am this morning.  I was sleeping downstairs on a nice bed.  I had to go #1 and I thought it was still in the middle of the night.  I went upstairs and found my wife sitting on the couch awake.  My phone was on the charger upstairs and I saw what time it was and was surprised.  So I decided I would try and run today.  I got dressed and hoped my wife would join me, but she went back to sleep.  So I walked out the door to 25º cold.  I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt and hoped I would warm up once I started moving.  For the most part I did except for my fingers.  I wasn't sure how far I'd go.  Maybe run a mile and turn around.  I ran one of the same routes I did last year; up the dirt road by the church, under the freeway through the culvert, then alongside the northbound I-15 freeway.  I started feeling ok.  My knee wasn't bothering me, so I decided to go 1.5 miles and turn around.  As I was running, I kind of thought about going up to the top of the gradual hill I was on.  So I went a little further than 1.5 and decided to play it safe.  I turned around and my glasses started fogging up.  So I took them off my face, folded them, and gently placed them in my pocket.  I could now see my breath with every exhale.  I wondered if the sweat coming off my face would freeze to my mustache.  It didn't.  I got home and my wife never knew I left.