Twelve this evening when I definitely didn't want to run. Or do anything else, except maybe drink heavily. I'll be living alone in a few days, and it feels like I already am. Got the official word last night, and I think I'm still dehydrated from crying. Not sure what made me get out and run, except maybe force of habit. Probably should have done just a quick 3-4, but nooooo, I had to do 12. Got it done, somehow. Felt terrible, but got it done. |