So now that I’ve finished that leviathan of a criminal law assignment, I may address the peril and plunder that was my run this evening.

Prior the beginning, I felt tired, sore, and just beat. But my soul cried run.

So as I drove home in the cold midst, which would make anyone else speed to the nearest Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spice Latte, I considered outside versus inside running. I succumbed to the former.

Oh Lord, help me understand the follies in my choice.

So I hopped on the treadmill, hoping for the best, (albeit, I wish I was running in the mist outside) and was met with bitter reality.

Everything hurt. And now my left ITB is critically sore around my knee, and I lust for inactivity. I have scheduled a 10 miler tomorrow morning before the feast. Not too sure if that’s going to happen.

I should have just run in the mist, amidst the tears and rain.