What a difference a run makes

I was so depressed last night. So very depressed. Last night I iced my knee, rested it without bending (bending hurts like a mother fucker when you have runners knee)

This morning I went for a slow, slow, slow (did I mention it was slow?) run.

I ran 4km in just under 29 minutes, but I had very little pain. So the time and speed I lost were well worth it.

I have to say, I felt so good to be running again. I was *just* running, but it was a run none the less.

I am still pissed off about my ring, the magazine, and having a sore knee to start with. But the "runners high" that people talk about has mellowed me out.

Peace man.